“I do believe
That in the pit the darkest core
Of western rationality
Is the quiet of the eastern shore”*
Tattered flags hang over an empty Wall Street in the wake of
a movie set, dangling as the nerve endings of capitalism. I am a passing flame, a capitalist
embodiment, a corporate personhood, waning to our fearless leader… ephemeral…
totalitarian… stepping in the assimilation of the socialist herd.
The dead peasants are marching in the dramatic enclosure of
cultural constitution… occupying the streets, now as well the enclosure of the
commons. A free space to hopeless heave
at the walls closing in… ‘viva la communist America!’ Globalization… reiterating the occupation of emptiness… the
dismal science weaving emotion and ambition day in and day out of corporate
sense. The silences of the proletariat
mere let loose in their impotency in the free workings of the machine, as
incorporated into its dynamic structure.
Comrades… occupy the corporation.
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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