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Phil John Kneis:
SYLLOGY XXXVII:
MANAS - ENTRENCHMENTS XX:
Eichwalde, March 24/29th, 2010 - P#481
I.
drifting away
into nowhere
specific:
there is a need
that must be
satisfied
is there not
a better place
somewhere?
it must
be
true
can I
not
dream?
can we
not
imagine?
a better world
another world
a different world
but should we?
and could we?
and would we?
imagination is a funny thing:
provides it license for so many things
without ever having to accept responsibility
the most important thing about utopia
is not the homophonic eu-, as in good,
but the much more sinister ou, as in, not
II.
nowhere near you'll get, my dear
to this utopia of own your making
own your shaking
of the underworld
the netherworld
the lower places
of the mind
and soul:
the dark, intense, the wish-machine
the wish-maker
wish-taker
wish-faker:
dare we all
and not to better:
dare we just
to wish
that it could be true
that it could happen
and yet
in the thickest of "things"
somehow
we're thrown back
to all our widest worries
and related compromising:
for in order to build the perfect society
you will have to be subjecting everyone
under that ideal of perfection
ideally, by perfect a leader
a perfect leader commanding a perfect people
how perfect this, how masterfully quite envisioned:
dare I say, the master-race awaits its new führer?
maybe some utopian impulses should never be followed
as deniers of authority can be quite authoritarian about that denying
never question the revolutionist
never question those who speak truth to power
never question those who just need you to trust them, per their command
(I am not schizophrenic
yet
I might quite become one
should I choose
to follow
thee loons of the fruit of the tree of the darkest looming)
per tuo commando
never
III.
utopia
maybe needs to be
reenvisioned
I feel
art
is not the proper location
maybe academia?
deconstruction
maybe
should be the first test to be passed once entering the holy halls of the new Academy:
forsaken we all
unless we resist
the temptation, the hybris, of knowing all best
of knowing
where we only can conjecture:
does it make you crazy?
does it make you feel rejected?
does it make you feel invigorated?
see what you see
speak what you speak
make what you make
then take a break
and question
that
break down
your self
your sense of self:
in temporary dis-location
temporary sense-dis-mantling
is there not
in this absurdity of negative theology
a way, a path
to nevertheless see
that can be made visible
in the end?
which end?
should we wait?
should we end?
should we wait for our end?
only a rather half-assed prophecy would leave out such elements of self-negation
of sacrifice
and personal growth through immensest a loss
IV.
getting off the beaten part here
cannot see the track
the road
anymore
why searching?
do we really even know?
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
V.
five
finally
the classic conclusion
is just about to come
(or is it not?)
I ignore these unbelievers for now
and still continue to find
what I've been hoping for:
un altro mondo è possibile
un' altra vita è possibile -
really?
and why? and what for?
it seems
our hopes will be suitable to some
and they will be adapted to some different scheme
this utopian thought you're just thinking
maybe
it should be kept a secret
they're everywhere, possibly
don't let it be taken away
and don't set it free either
it's a gift
and a curse
VI.
tell me of utopia
I say, it sucks
never worked
never will
but also, most of all,
never should
we can still hope
we can still dream
but do not touch
the concreteness of your whish
will kill you
your spirit
your soul
nature, there you go
if you can find her
at least, she's honest
the wal- and the den
are still
necessary
go
find
and never
look back
otherwise,
you'll be
lost
March 24th/29th, 2010
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