You who celebrate bytes,
Who have exposed the overbalance,
the surmises of racisms,
the lifestyle that has exhibited itself,
Who have treated of mandate as the creek of poltergeist,
agreements – cabbages and primroses,
Pressing the punchball of the lifestyle that has seldom exhibited itself,
(the great primer of mandate in himself,)
Chanter of Palo Alto, outlining what is yet to be,
I prologue the hoard of the gadget.
(Oulipo based on Whitman: To a Historian)
Eight hours from now
pleasures will be
The mob will rule
The mind police sanction.
Pity the poor
Man who strays from
the designated path.
Eight days from now
We will greet friends by
condemn opponents for
Their secret thoughts
In our new reality.
Eight weeks from now.
The repeated gesture,
the quiet pause,
the attentive and,
the gracious thank-you,
and the measured response
Will be banned.
The willingness to stop and breathe
The desire to put the pressing
task aside and help.
That too will be
Our weaponized culture, piles bodies high.
INT. MOSCOW UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL. 1980. DAY.
LIONEL STEELE (35) stands at the top of his class. He is plain looking, chubby and shabbily dressed. It is a classroom of Russian students. They stare at him, waiting for him to begin the MATHEMATICS lecture. Time passes slowly. LIONEL is frozen. He has forgotten what to say. An attractive young woman at the front raises her hand. She smiles. She knows she is beautiful.
Sorry. What’s your question?
Are you a British spy?
LIONEL (obviously flustered)
We’ve all been wondering, are you a spy? You remind us of Mister James Bond.
(The class laughs.)
LIONEL (Trying to distract. He can’t believe he’s been found out so quickly)
What’s your name?
My name is Alyona. (She flicks her long dark hair over her shoulder)
No Alyona. I am not a spy. Not everyone from the West is here to spy on Mother Russia. My wife and son are Russian.
I suppose we’ll have to take your word for it. But we’re watching you.
(She smiles showing shark like teeth)
OK. Let’s start with some simple algebraic equations…
LIONEL STEELE WILL RETURN…
The teacher’s voice was very droll
She was a cruel cynic.
Students called her Miss Troll
She was so unhygienic.
But none saw her mental clinic
And never knew her fate
That day she realized Miss was a fake.
Human psyche is obviously odd
A daily secret stock exchange
Each wearing a mask to hide his fraud.
But dirty dogs are prone to mange
Healthy, honest minds being so rare
Don’t neglect annual oil change!
Therefore most prefer noise, shout, blare
Drowning self in some shiny chic
Diving into a glossy snare
Buying their lies from a boutique.
They smashed it coz they could.
Trump physically manifests our postmodern fragmentation.
and Marigold hotels,
Full of jolly old people outstaying their lives.
Sometimes crowded call centres.
Or Mercedes C-Class.
Jesus is a good idea. But…