Dead stink bug clinging
to the curtain, jasmine buds
heaped with dust like snow.


A torrent of hail
granules leap like cubic frogs,
stream down the sloped bricks.


Every drop, a flash
as if there never was snow
Shines on the gutter.


Cardinals facing east
And west, the sparrow
knew another way!

Reflection of the Moon

The universe is like
a piece of paper,
A bounded infinity
with determinable shapes.

The world is like a constellation,
made out of fixed stars
  that the mind
Connects distinctly at places.

And if a concept is a reflection
then what's reflected is light
Like sun energy
  shining on the moon;
As matter condenses
  because there is shadow
I can understand, you.


Hierarchies are
the establishment
of systems through time
that preserve a transformation
  of space.
Ancient history
as the far distant future
  of another race.
Though to separate the human
from inhuman is to make
a hierarchy of life.
Creating shadows to fear
out of a flame
that binds us all the same.


When you see a bird's nest
high among a web of branches
like a net, behind a steely
blue of cumulus clouds
and sky, stable against the wind;
wood creaking as if scaffolded,
only a mind could have
  constructed it.
O bird, your work
  is a poem!
If only I could live
  by my work
  as you do.


The Slough

Blood flows in one direction,
            towards the heart.
Freedom, if the concept exists, never
Shall leave behind a single soul ever
Trapped inside wage
            labor to do their part.

Not money but freedom is what I need.
Don’t give me none of that
            wage slave’s currency.

It’s a great irony of civilization
that pure reason
            is in fact
a Gateway drug of insanity.
the God of the West,
            realism of capitalists—
Our spirit is formed
like water from hydrogen,
it counters that from
            which it was formed,
                        the flame
And therein lies the Great
Mystery of palingenesia,
            of the interconnectedness
                        of the heavy
                                    & light,
the hot & the cold.
Emptiness is pure potential
at bottom chaos
the interconnectedness of all things,
butterfly effect
ultimately the unknown:
what Rimbaud sought
through his long dérèglement de tous
           les sens
to know je est un autre.

“Truths are illusions
which we have forgotten
            are illusions,”
(Nietzsche). This is
the matter of simulacrum,
            for the utility
            of an illusion
                        is in its
            being seen through.

Stuck to facts,
all truth is
always the truth of power
in this rigged dimension
where might makes right;
Our human rights
are always the product of surrendering
personal sovereignty;
Our freedom of speech
is always the right of the State
to take that away;
Human freedom
under State government
is only that which can
            by brutally denied
                        to you
if you’re standing
            in its way.

            thinking and writing,
Creating an edifice—
the mind is a calculation
striving to bring concepts
            & things
            into balance.
& Civilization is already
            a simulacrum,
especially when imposing
            a center on the boundless;
Hierarchizing creates
            classes of Master
            & Slave,
Language and mythologies
            are a semiotic code
            that justifies the Order,
and hence Ideology
            & material subjection

The singularity of information
            is the boot
            of the control society,
And sold as liberating,
            a freedom
            that is slavery,
which is its neoliberal character.

Freedom as a War
            of all against all,
Law that codifies in Justice
            that the mighty will rule,
This is the neoliberal regime
            & tyranny of the market
—making us, in the mythologies
            of pseudoscience, believe
Competition & violence are
            intrinsic to the human species.

Art sought pretentiously
            to immortalize
By resisting death,
We’ve petrified life
And the contrivances multiplied.
The Lords even in death
continued to rule with their legacy
like mummified pharaohs,
The canon was haunted
            by the auguring
            of an Ozymandias,
And we all fell into a cult
            of personality from Shakespeare
On, as if under the spell
            of one such
            fragile Ego.

Every poem kills,
like in an exchange
            of value
alienated persons
can’t simply be
but in capitalist agony.
Write, rights
some have more,
much more time
deserving of value
to make their thoughts
on being an artist rhyme.

Being a subject
Every conception
is a form of syzygy.
Deny the poetry
            in philosophy,
the ideology
            in reality,
the magic
            in thinking.

The Lords are artificial gods
whose powers are godlike.
They may not even exist
apart from the human mind,
Whose power is nowhere
when it is everywhere,
nowhere in the people
when in institutions;
Nowhere in communities
when in the State,
nowhere in our bones & sinews
when in our bellies as processed meat,
in our brains as pharmaceuticals,
Surrounding us as in a spider’s web
            of digitized capital.

Power is a frame,
a picture frame,
The capstone of representational
A Master code.
The structure of language
Structures of the unconscious
Like dinosaur bones,
            an unending history of brutality,
Arranging in spacetime
the black blood of Empire.
Flowing always to the top
            of the cybernetic head
                        of Talos,
As its structural hand
shatters the skull of the
with a billy club—

Brutalize your Ego,
Kill It dead,
            the Fascists
            inside your head.

            Give us
competition without resentment,
cooperation without hierarchy.
law absent of violence,
rule drained of domination.

            We must
revolt against the given
with “[a]n impossiblist élan”![1]

For to be a poet,
            a good poet,
an actionable one,
             is to be
a magician.

            Desire is the means of production. No emancipatory structure can exist that doesn’t first collectively free desire.
            (ii) It is consumption that primarily defines a late stage of Capitalism. Production and consumption are two sides of the same coin, like Master/Slave morality.
            (iii) Desire must be overcome not through denial, but rather through disinterested affirmation. Denial is what fuels compulsory consumption. Production becomes pathological under Capitalism.

            Be disinterested
                        in how
                        the State
            defines your Self.

            Be disinterested
                        in forms of power
                        that are slavery
which is the privileged
                        domain of currency.

            Be disinterested, in the sense of free from commodity fetishism; disinterested in the sense of free from fetishism in general. Fetishism is a pathology of object-subjects.
            Need is fundamental. Making need equivalent with money is a historical contingency.
            (b) Desire is a complex need, an emergent one. Under Capitalist Realism, fundamental needs and superfluous desires become conflated.
            (c) The reproduction of the system requires poverty; to perpetuate this injustice, the petty bourgeois who could align with the proletariat, are kept in bad faith illusions that equate a lack of superfluous desires with a lack of freedom and even the threat of impoverishment. In practice it becomes a check on challenges to capitalist realism, by limiting one’s imagination to see life without superfluity as meaningful or gratifying.

[1] Randolph Bourne, Twilight of Idols


The "real world" as tulpa
Simulacrum: An illusion
with a mind of its own,
It was summoned
into existence.
The archetype of the demiurge,
a Creator of reality, a creator
  of fictions, it's
An ancient conflict
that's as modern
  as classic.
In fact it fabricates
just the distinction.
For what else
is zero,
What else is
  Before Christ
& anno domini?
When is it really?

This List Is By No Means Exhaustive

The United States is now a fascist country.
            It’s always been a fascist country.
Consider the founding fathers,
Consider the genocide of the First Peoples,
Consider the absolutely brutalizing institution of slavery.
Consider what Frederick Douglass said, “What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?”
Consider the War on Mexico,
Consider the colonization of the Philippines.
The United States has always been a fascist country.
If you consider the eugenics programs,
If you consider the corporate crushing of the labor movements,
If you consider MK-ULTRA.
Consider “Birth of a Nation,”
The Trail of Tears,
Boarding schools for American Indians in the 1930s,
Consider that Henry Ford was an anti-Semite
And admired by Hitler
            who kept a photo of the beloved entrepreneur on his desk,
Figuring why couldn’t he get away with genocide if America had!
The United States has always been a fascist country.
And what is Fascism really?
It’s being unable to criticize blatant injustices when you see them
            without being called un-American,
It’s when you support bloody, oppressive dictatorships the world over,
Fascism is when you facilitate covert coup d'état
in Iran 1953,
Guatemala 1954
the assassination of Patrice Lumumba,
            propping up the dictator Mobutu in the early 60s in Congo
using a false flag operation in the Gulf of Tonkin
            to get boots on the ground in the Vietnam War,
coup in Brazil 1964,
            Chile 1973,
            Argentina ‘76
the list goes on and on.
Fascism is Operation Condor.
Fascism is totalitarianism that poses as Democracy in the United States
            like totalitarianism often poses as Communism,
Feeding off of the energy of the other, producing mutually reinforced
            State authorities,
Not to mention that war is always profitable.
Fascism in the United States,
            Communism that is Totalitarianism in the United States
             is all the bad in other countries out there,
Never here. Fascism is a War on Drugs,
             a War on Terror
            against mujahideen it helped to create,
            always insisting that war is the solution,
Fascism in the United States,
            Fascism. A War on Everything.
A War on Everything in the United States
            that will not be assimilated into its inverted democracy,
Its ideology of manifest destiny that Edward Bernays spun
            through the birth of PR from World War I on
that Imperialist wars are always about the Spreading of Democracy.
Everybody Loves Democracy!
            Everybody Loves America!
The United States has always been a Fascist country—
            Everybody knows that
It's always been like this