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fight capitalism or die
02:37
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Eat the rich.
Fund the poor.
Share the wealth.
End the wars.
Fight capitalism or die.
Fight capitalism or we all die.
End it now.
Start again.
For us all.
No new reign.
Open up.
Share yourself.
Space for all.
For our health.
Fight capitalism or die.
Fight capitalism or we all die.
Do your bit.
All of us.
Be the change.
All or bust.
Fight capitalism or die.
Fight capitalism or we all die.
Eat the rich.
Help the poor.
Share the wealth.
Dream of more.
Fight capitalism or die.
Fight capitalism or we all die.
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slowly dreaming
03:49
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Slowly dreaming of you.
Nicotine-stained dreams and visions
Of what could have been,
And what will never be,
Rendered in varying shades of yellow.
But I’ll rise again,
Like a phoenix from the ashtray,
Some other day,
When I am finished,
Slowly dreaming of you.
In a pastel colour haze,
A poor persons’ twilight impersonation,
Fading on the paper,
Trying to seize my best Dickensian pauper opportunity;
Please sir can I have some more?
But I’ll rise again,
Like a phoenix from the ashtray,
Some other day,
When I am finished,
Slowly dreaming of you.
Never getting the tone quite right,
Never knowing when the moment is sublime,
Or what the time is tonight;
Always wondering why
These illness visions and images
Haunt me and seek me
In the deep recesses of memory.
But I’ll rise again,
Like a phoenix from the ashtray,
Some other day,
When I am finished,
Slowly dreaming of you.
Time is drifting and I am sinking,
My self-erected podium disintegrating,
As I fumble to reassert myself at the top of someone’s attentions,
Stumbling and wondering when you will be:
Slowly dreaming of me.
But I’ll rise again,
Like a phoenix from the ashtray,
Some other day,
When I am finished,
Slowly dreaming of you.
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hope etc
03:14
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Let’s build a future,
A future all new,
Sparkly, and golden, fresh from the womb,
A million opportunities and tolerances unexpected,
Idealisms reinvigorated, horizons revisited.
Hope more.
Dream more.
Sleep more.
Read more.
The future is out there.
Hope more.
Dream more.
Sleep more.
Read more.
The future is out there.
There is hope, there is always hope because we aren’t alone in this.
There are so many brilliant minds trying to tackle our contemporary issues,
Manifesting in various illuminating texts, we’ve got, among many:
Hope in the Dark; The Xenofeminist Manifesto; Fully Automated Luxury Communism;
Post Capitalist Desire; Inventing the Future; Four Futures; The Politics of Aesthetics;
The Age of Surveillance Capitalism; The Uprising: On Poetry and Finance; Gender Trouble.
Hope more.
Dream more.
Sleep more.
Read more.
The future is out there.
Hope more.
Dream more.
Sleep more.
Read more.
The future is out there.
We’re universal. We’re basic. We’re incoming.
We want fairer opportunities for all,
We want everyone to have enough to survive.
We’re entirely plausible and for one of the first times in history, we’re logistically possible.
We’re universal. We’re basic. We’re incoming.
Hope more.
Dream more.
Sleep more.
Read more.
The future is out there.
We’re universal. We’re basic. We’re incoming.
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4. |
brave face
01:55
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I wake up, look fine, feel fierce.
I wake up, look at you, return.
I wake up, look at myself, wonder why.
I wake up, look outside, resubmerge.
Put a brave face on.
It’ll be ok.
Put a brave face on.
It’s not all as bad as today.
Put a brave face on.
You’re beautiful always.
Put a brave face on.
It’ll be ok.
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5. |
petra says
04:40
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My origin story isn’t very interesting, otherwise I’d be telling you that now, but you know that already.
I am interestingness in the eye of the beholder: post-beauty, bypassing beauty as it’s an outmoded measure of activity or a futility to pursue in daily ugly reality; I am a guiding light, a long night, a flight or fight response in real time.
I am your reflection in a tarnished, grubby mirror, carrying my blemishes and many imperfections proudly and loudly and hoping they manifest as charm rather than laziness or a lack of care, because baby, I don’t think I could care any more.
I am your rejected audition tape for mid-Noughties Big Brother complete with lacklustre catchphrases and type-characterisations, baby, laden mostly with the sincere ambition to be somebody other people talk about and to bask in my fifteen minutes of fame Warhol allocated us all those years ago; it’s draughty and lonely up here on this botch-job pedestal in my head, but there might be room for a little one.
I am my own fantasy made real in real time and occasionally real life for everyone’s pleasure; a living breathing slow realisation about the two-way relationship between the make-up and the face, and how lasting an impression some dried up mascara and cheap eye shadow can leave days after you’ve scrubbed the last traces off; a realisation that what you once thought was hiding yourself was just celebrating a hidden part of yourself in loud quietness, and you’re still figuring out what all this means.
I am the loudest whisper you never heard at St Paul’s, the neglected self you thought you could carry on your sparkling, gorgeous toes that you might walk out through your feet, bearing your soles to the pavement and crunchy dusty paths of coast-path consternations.
I am the neglected self that persistently rears its head and we might be happy together rather than forced apart by carrier bags and make-up wipes, and finally I think you might be ready to accept that and that you love me.
A realisation that what you once thought was hiding yourself was just celebrating a hidden part of yourself in loud quietness, and you’re still figuring out what all this means.
I am the neglected self that persistently rears its head and we might be happy together rather than forced apart by carrier bags and make-up wipes, and finally I think you might be ready to accept that, and that you love me.
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