CAPITALISM IS CANCER

What is a cancer? A cancer is a cell, or a group of cells, displaying uncontrolled growth, beyond the normal limits.

It strikes me that, as each splinter of our amazing new technology emerges, each shard is picked up &  boldly envisaged & realised by capitalist entrepreneurs - this is understandable as our culture is still deeply infected with  the cancer of Capitalism.

The need for collectively owned alternatives is clear, yet these do not appear to be forthcoming, despite the ease with which  they could be offered - with the proliferation of open source alternatives to the big players' services it should be all too simple.

My guess is that our open source programmers must be saving up for one big push, a simultaneous release of collectively owned alternatives, possibly in league with some of the big companies who have felt the direction the wind is blowing. A Revolution.

Thats a conspiracy theory, anyway, but it is the kind of conspiracy I like - provided any big-name 'collaborators' understand that collective ownership of the means of communication is essential. The internet is an extension of human consciousness, there cannot be 'for sale' signs in our own mind.

What is a cancer? A cancer is a cell, or a group of cells, displaying uncontrolled growth, beyond the normal limits.

This is not a metaphor, each of us is a cell in a collective mind. It is my view that this has always been the case, but that we have lost contact with this collective mindset due to the onslaught of  messages to GROW GROW GROW from the cancerous cells. It is not important whether my view is correct, whether the internet is allowing us to access a lost form of collective consciousness, or whether this collective consciousness IS the internet - the fact remains that I AM.

The Jester Speaks ... AGED 14

in one strange dream...

In one strange dream I saw you cry,

know I know I wonder why,
And when I ask you, ‘what is wrong?’
you ask me, ‘what is right?’,
'Fore I can answer I’m swept along
by these words that you recite -

“Its as though all life on Earth
had only just begun,
as though a myriad of lights
combined to make just one,

it’s as though I’ve been passing through
athousand million places -
Behold! I will corrupt your seed
& spread dung upon your faces”
*

In one strange dream I saw you cry,
what is it that you need?
‘Fore I could e’en wonder why,
you began to read -

“I want to know, I want to see -
Everything, 
Nothing.

I want to have, I want to be -
Everything, 
Nothing.

But all I know and all I see
and all I have and have to be,
Someone,
Something.

Only occasionally, in strange dreams
do I witness these extremes,
 When I am all and all is me
then I’m not here so I can see
that I am dead and I am free,

So I can have and I can be,
Everything, 
Nothing.

 So I can know and I can see,
Everything, 
Nothing."

[1988, age 14]

SILENCED

silenced

dull void of sleep between the dreams

won't you swallow all my schemes

won't you let me come into  
  

your silence

*

I built a boast of reeds and birch

to sail into your church

won't you let me come into     

your fire

*

now my boats a burning bush

she softly whispers,

"...shhhhh...."

I'm silenced

*


Josh, 08/2010