What about Revolutions?
A consortium holding a monarchy, glitzy diamonds, cloaked hands,
relaxing by reading arms catalogues, carte blanche for destruction’s semblance.
Old delirious men safely exiled in their own atmosphere dictate vectors of change,
“you couldn’t throw a stone without hitting [an icon]”.
The VISAGE of history is found in catalyzers,
historians as alchemists looking at noses as devices
claiming time’s perspiration.
I honestly think of history as a co-presence of different temporalities manifesting through a continuous reconfiguration of hopes and norms on how to achieve them,
that leaves out causal explanations,
not individual or collective agency and response.
Ability.
If you think of historical happenings as mysteries to be solved
you’re stuck in a fable built by laws cradled by an un-emancipating language
of RIGHTS.
Idiosyncratic and improvised decisions represent the un-representability of public sentiment. Christian souls, stained beliefs of exclusive human substance.
I look away at my righteous, while you do the right thing and shoot people gasping for bread,
haphazardness is the religion of the stagists who want to linearize social conflict.
Paranoid fantasies about satanic superpowers determine perfect revolutionary leaders.
Turning gold intro shit so that a few flowers might blossom,
wallpaper preferences falsified through the illusion of choice.
Forthrightly speaking from the anti-archon,
jostling the stored political energy. No contingency?
Or maybe contingent beginnings and depressing arrivals.
A vague head figure that catalyzes surprised revelations of desire’s unscripted expression.
None knows how to act during a Jubilee, we look at icons, product placements
and the froth on the wave. Our actions are ours.
Overarches abolished,
walking on sands sparked by rebellious non-sense.
CAPRICE / VOLATILITY
NECKTIES & BALAKLAVAS
Protecting Revolution: When you start doing that politics become police.
Pointing at other’s artificiality,
failing to comprehend the inherent displacement of ethics into images,
photographs are experiences of death.
Not Knowing what you’re doing is when involution might be generative.