“I saw the best minds of my
generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked…” – Allen Ginsberg
And I have seen most the minds of my generation
Frightened trembling ashamed
Cowering in the confines of culture
Subcultures be that they may
Praying for their bliss
To be their ignorance
And comatose on a melodramatic hit
An ephemeral urgency
Regrettably human
And useless insofar as material attains
A dilettante outfit
Americana chic
I cannot allow the academic ghost to devour me
So I say please keep me moving in my shoes
And keep me dancing on the streets
And keep me on my toes
A tip in each the offices I greet
It is an existential experience… the individual relinquishes their very
material subsistence to the person in abstract… the corporate entity disarming
boundaries… mere no more exist… as in the idolization of a person… wherein
their being transcends their immediate location… as in love.
The corporation is an abstraction of love.
The person giving themselves to love… embodies the personality of the
incorporated entity instead of their individual… embodies the object of their
idolatry in its position towards… its extroverted being in the introverted
selection of its clientele… themselves the introverted embodiments of other
extroverted beings… and the individual a meeting point of a universal thinking
entity… no more in love than love, always… a loving personality… the
incorporation of an idea in humanity… and leveling with our company…
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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