dinsdag 29 november 2011

Ik ben een jager.

Ik ben een jager,

En ik jaag graag
Op jongens en meisjes
die een jas dragen met een

Ik wacht bij de kermis op het plein
Met zicht op de botsautootjes
Het is bijna middernacht
De mist hangt over de gesloten attracties
In de verte zie ik mijn prooi.
De rode punt van brandende Marlboro Lites.
Hangt in de lucht,
Ik weet dat ze daar zijn.
Ik zie de witte lampjes van de brommers en
Hoor het irritante geluid van meerdere brommers op de weg.
Ik adem in en uit en luister.
Ik hoor het stoere praten van tieners
de gillende stem en het gegiegel van de dames
de brutale stomme lach van de
nog jonge mannelijke variant.
De jongens proberen elkaar uit te dagen
Om de meisjes te overwinnen
Een bacardi breezer fles is kapot gemaakt)
een vechtpartij breekt los
De politie op het plein is bang
En doet niks,
De mannen en vrouwen in blauw pak blijven op een afstand.
Ik maak mijzelf klaar, en kijk in mijn vizier.
Ik wacht...op een goed schot.

Ik ben een jager.

En ik jaag graag
Op jongens en meisjes
die een jas dragen met een bontkraag.

dinsdag 1 november 2011

Reimagining Allen Ginsberg’s HOWL while listening to the Dead Kennedy’s “Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death” while watching the Occupy Wall Street

Reimagining Allen Ginsberg’s HOWL while listening to the Dead Kennedy’s “Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death” while watching the Occupy Wall Street protests on CNN with the television on mute.

I have seen the best minds of too many generations over educated and out of work, pissed off, angry and finally fed up, in a country where freedom of expression has been replaced by constitutional repression
As the overwhelmed and underpaid set up camp in Zuccotti park, taking Wall Street on one by one, looking for some justification for the fact the world economy has bottomed out,
Dreadlocked hippies, tattooed hipsters in skinny jeans, blue collar workers, the young, the old, everyday people one and all seething at the reason that the job market has dried up and the housing market has become a ghost town,
In a country where financial fraud is a crime easier to get out from under then of paying off ones hyper inflated mortgage
When garage sales become a way to keep from going broke and families go
from living in suburbia, to living in their suburban suv’s, and picket fences and two car garages are traded in for supermarket parking lots serving as their front yards,
In a land where the price of a McDonalds Happy meal is more than the minimum wage earned by the hourly slave whose brain swims in deep fried misery,
And Ronald keeps smiling that stupid clown smile, all jacked up on corporate blow,
Where the cash cow has been slaughtered and hung up to bleed out, blood pooling on the floor rising like the river Styx and we are all floating down together without a paddle. And it don’t matter anymore of it’s been a kosher, halal or Christian kill, we have all become just so much meat to be grinded and blinded, chemically engineered fast food good time slime,
As the middle class has become the toilet paper the rich wipe their ass with.
As the price of oil has become the modern day black plague that we are all fevered upon,
As big money buys up the newspaper space and Fox news sound bites clutter the airwaves, as cardboard shelters pop up underneath hedonistic high rises, we all wait for the golden towers to fall.
As the word socialism is slammed upon to provoke a frenzy of a communist scare and the mid west is injecting democracy into their over worked veins and the influx of merchandise from china keeps the consumer smiling that soft capitalistic glow,
The rug has been pulled out from beneath human behavior, do we really need to blame by name, when even common decency has evaporated like so many passing fads.
Liberty blinded by the pure sight of it all, a culture based upon three monkeys who see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil have generated enough pure evil to leave us flat on our backs,
Advertisings evil angels calling us out to be individuals, don’t be like the rest, be your own consumer,
Born to gestate, impregnate and buy real estate,
These violations of our time,
Bleed from the need for social media, facebook your network to feel connected alive and involved in this devolution of human connection,
Have we been rendered passive by pessimism, anger, frustration a common thread to hang oneself upon,
Too long have we the people suffered in silence, we all have to speak out,
We need to educate beyond the schools,
Color outside the lines
Teach the simple skills of giving a decent handshake
and how to look one another in the eye.
Time to repaint the penitentiaries, parole for the petty criminals and drug offenders
while the pedophiles and rapists need to make some room for their new white collar cellmates.

And here in the Netherlands…it is “do effe normal, man”
After eight years of Balkenende, now we have to deal with a new ellende,
With the CDA, the VVD, the PVV
Is it only me or does it seem to be raining
a continuous political shit storm everyday,
and Geert we all pray for your soul, cause I do reckon,
Give it enough time and someday your next breath will be exhaled through a bullet hole.

I say Swaffel the State!
Let freedom reign in the cum
stain left dripping from Mark Rutte’s expressionless face.
End the corporate fascist greed with one big shot of Occupy the world’s communal seed.

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"do effe normaal man"... Dutch street talk used by politicians
Balkenende..ex Dutch Prime Minister
Ellende...word that means that everything is shit.
CDA, VVD, PVV...acronyms for Dutch political parties that run the country but don't get along.
Geert...Wilders leader of PVV and Muslim hating all around douchebag.
Swaffel...to slap someone in the face with your johnson.
Mark Rutte...leader of political cannibals the VVD.