Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
 
avoirdupois
to the victims of rape,
i share your ire.


1.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
tickle the door and would not let me
out the grip of your sticky hands have.
your avoirdupois crushes every bit of
resistance; as i reach for the door, i am
pulled back screaming in rage and fear.
you smell it and i smell your putrid
desire to devour me like your whore.

2.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
have stuck your sticky hands
on my body; i might not be pristine
like a virgin should but you ravaged
me like one and left prints no other
lover would- the carnage and despair
as you force yourself into my mouth,
although you were never welcomed.

3.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
always knew no one ever wanted to
service you and the only way to get
it was to resort to violence and lies-
you deceive the world yet you hide
from it. you come out only to work
your sticky hands on the witless
boys wandering into your trap.

4.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
have crossed the boundary of my
patience and nature's law. how dare
you accuse me of taking money from
your sticky hands- perjury in the
highest and debase me as such. the
scales are now tipped to neither of
us, the work of your sticky hands.

5.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
are a creature with the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;
the sticky hands; the sticky hands;

6.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
need to be shackled so you won't
rape another soul- his mind, heart
and body. they must remain out of
bounds to your sticky hands and
your fucking fat avoirdupois and
your fucking fat cock and your
fucking fat nipples and your
fucking fat lies. you fucking fat;

7.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
talk like them, the useless police
people- the unempathatic and
ungrammatical come together.
but at least, they are not fucking
fat like you; nor do they lie through
their teeth. but i'm not sure if they
have fucking fat nipples or cocks.

8.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
certainly want me to put a stop
to this scandal. but i cannot- it's the
fucking fat system that serve
the fat justice of people like you;
not the victimised; the scorned;
the weak; the injured; the ones
hurt by your sticky hands.

9.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
have stabbed me with your lance
and yet you expect to escape with
the deed scott-free; you expect
the wound to heal and leave no
trace; you expect that the fucking
fat image: avoirdupois would
end there and then- but no.

10.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat
fiend; you fucking fat fiend; you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat
fiend; you fucking fat fiend; you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat
fiend; you fucking fat fiend; you
fucking fat fiend; you fucking fat;

11.

you fucking fat fiend, hear my ire. you


cuRRent...jer
 
Monday, November 27, 2006
 
redact

every stroke is a heartfelt one
as the strings pour out
of the blood-pumping
organ unobstructed

rolling furious
onto papylus
through-
the ink
inspi-
red

only gasping to realise
i am become fiction.
 
Sunday, November 26, 2006
 
Blow

The human boy was never designed
to blow his own trumpet. God has
made it quite sure, for him to
topple (if the configurations of the
masterpiece were breached)- with
fractured ribs and bones. But
the mind needs the music of
the trumpet concerto; the
bravura passages shuffling
across the valves of the
brass, dancing into sevenths
of heavens. One might call it
a divine flaw- when gratification
cannot be achieved alone.

Will you help the human boy
with his trumpet? Blow,
Gabriel blow.

cuRRent...jer
 
Saturday, November 25, 2006
 
Pockets

we can date- but don't
expect me to be poetic.

for reality has little place
for my antics- the tricks
up my sleeve; the sleight
of hand,

in the pockets; making a
racket & shaking the eye
off,

your socket.

you will have to take me
as it is- the magician
slipping at your door.


cuRRent...jer
 
Friday, November 17, 2006
 
Viable

We are but lone stars, in this
viable diable night. Like moths,
away & far- to see no livable
viable sight. But of shadows &
mice, grovelling beneath.

The gods sip tea, as the fallen
rocks drift out to sea. My fate is
lockdown & I can only wait, to be
struck off your heaven's list.

No, I am heartly broken.


cuRRent...jer
 
Monday, November 13, 2006
 
How

could you name it something else
when one is defintion and the
other synonym? Victorians call it
the euphemist- the good and the
better, for one and the same. Tell

him, Nomenclator. The world
only revolves round a single
Logos- one terribly abstruse
concept- one that we paint
to deceive our senses; modest

                people in our denials,
desperate men in the darkest.


cuRRent...jer
 
Friday, November 10, 2006
 
Anton

1.

Yet
to be; yet to me- the metal cascades, cuts
the air and fell; if only there was silence, you'd
hear it scream a million times before it tumbled
down the distance. my absent badge that should
hath been and could hath been, scream from
an imagined abyss- deep, unending but true;

2.

The
deepest memory that could haunt me is the guilt;
that could have been and should hath been. and yet to
be; yet to me- it was how i never got to wear a nicer
shade of colour; how i missed it altogether or flung it
beyond my reach; how i could hath been looked
upon with awe; how i could hath it otherwise-

3.

Oh
you'd never know me; you don't wear my chains.
you wear that griffin on your breast, that hath told
the universe you are indeed the very best. so, i
lay beneath the birches of tomorrow, on the earth
we hath walked and asked today- yet to me; yet
to be, why do we rest on our paths so different?


cuRRent...jer
 
Thursday, November 09, 2006
 
Europe

The Unification of Italy

The Holy Alliance remained so very Holy,
three was three. And they were Metternich's
bulwark against the Spring of Nations; of
democracy; of revolution; of secularism-
and Austria, the police of Europe.

Metternich screams out loud, pierces
the air- the wheels of time shalt halt. In
the mind's eye, she was a pejorative- "merely
a geographical expression"; and amidst the
continent, her autonomy is far-flung.

But too many challenge the hypothesis. Mazzini
was dancing with republicanism, goodbye monarch
while Gioberti believed, if not sincerely, in neo-
guelphism, hello the pope pius IX. And they all,
like Charles Albert, proclaimed "Italia Fara Da se".

Mister Pope was a fake; Papal Allocution and all, while
Austria paid the "geographical expression" a visit, over-
whelmed Albert at Custozza and Novara. The coffers in
Venice were dessicated and the wars were futile. So what
do you say? Italia Fara Da Se? 1848 was a bad year.

For easy reference- the ideals were too disparate; the
action unconcerted. Pope was a crap pope. Mass support
was missing- no peasants, no lower classes, just a bunch of
pseudo-intellectuals. Particularism was two-fold and the
international situation was just plain inauspicious.

1848 reinforced the notion- "a geographical expression",
but it was also the classroom for the unification that was
to come. Cavour was in luck, a student of the shambles in
history. And it began a new era, political pragmatism
versus liberal idealism; Garibaldi versus the nobleboy.

There we see, the collision of two mutually exclusive yet
equally legitimate causes but it was in the pragmatic
resolution which capture the dynamic energy of the latter
and in subsequently overriding it, was unification coaxed
out of a dangerous political and social climate- in and out.

The nationalists on the other hand, gave up the ideals
of 1848. It was a bad year, as misfortune could go but
they decided it would be better to blame the fallacy of
ideals. So they looked to the Italian National Society,
were Pallavicino expounded, "Lets follow Piedmont!"

So they did and Cavour was more than happy, or so we'd
like to think. He probably did it to detract from Mazzini
his supporters but could not overlook the fact the esca-
lating membership (20 000 volunteers in 3 months!)
that would be of use to Garibaldi later. So harness,

Cavour did. Also, he drew INS to Piedmont, the only
state in Italy to have a free constitution and press. Or
so we think again. He practiced the political connubio-
a marriage of convennience for him to seek the juste
milieu, the golden mean: the power of moderation.

Piedmont was rich too and in no little part, Cavour's
vision. Looked to the industrialised nations and sub-
scribed to Cattaneo's theory of unification by economic
intergration- to bring together the old rural aristocracy
and the middle classes of tomorrow. And the millitary,

had new gadgets and more money too! War was
inevitable so Cavour was careful to negotiate
the international terrain. The Congress of Paris
denounced Austria, did Piedmont and later, the
Pact of Plombieres in 1858. Orsini was helpful

too, now that Napoleon III would actually "do
something for Italy". The international situation
was favourable, everybody hated an Austrian-
Palmerstone, Napoleon, Prussia and Russia.
Now, Austria was indeed isolated.

So came the war 1859, and the Peace of Villafranca
was a shock to Cavour (he threw a tantrum and took
a 6 month holiday) because Venetia still dangled in
Austria hands and Parma, Tuscany and Modena
was to be returned. But heads up,

all was saved when the plebiscites kicked in. Two
months later, so did Garibaldi. He stomped into
Naples, which was ravaged by a peasant war. Cav-
our had to stop this bugger, for the pope had to be
protected against international action.

Italy was complete when Prussia helped them gain
Venetia although losses at Custozza and Lissa makes
little difference while Rome when Prussia slapped
France in the face and when they weren't looking,
Italy snuck in and took the papal lands.

The Unification of Prussia

So we are back at 1848 again but for Prussia, at
least they had the Zollverein. Still they had issues:
Friederick Willhelm IV was a transient liberal, errat-
ic policies. The Constituent Assembly was too raidcal
and even Bismarck was taken aback that the army

was called in to dissolve.The new constitution had
less the radicals in the landtag. Then we have the
Frankfurt Assembly which was tenous in itself-
little inclusive of the lower class and spent the
better part of the year deciding between:

Grossdeutschland where Austria was whee and
Kleindeutschland where Prussia was the whee
in Germany and the preferred administration.
Besides, the legal power was not with them but
vested in the wretched German confederation.

Also, Willhelm refused to pick the crown from
the gutters, the gutters who could not support
Prussia in the Schleswig-Holstein question and
with the armistice of malmo - the Frankfurt
Parliment was unable to pursue a foreign policy.

Then, we have the humiliation of Olmutz where
Russia backed Austria to block Prussian ambitions
for dominating Germany. To put it succinct, the
obstacles: Austria, Catholics at South, Particularism
of the princes and not knowing to go Gross or Klein.

Here coems the hero of our story- Bismarck. Appointed
Ministerprasident, the first speech he gave was awe-
inspiring. It has been made into one of the powerful
myths of modern times, "Blood and Iron" was the better
approach to the emasculated, time-consuming direction

of the Frankfurt parliment. He over-rode the landtag's
refusal to approve the budget for military reforms, re-
solving a deadlock. The Schleswig-Holstein question
resurfaced and he was keen for diplomacy: he pointed
out the violation of the Treaty of London by the Danish

King Denamrk and the reckless military action of the
German confederation. Ergo, with Austria they annexed
both the Duchies that ended in the Treaty of Vienna and
the Gastein Convention where Schleswig was ceded to Prussia
and Holstein to Austra, as "papering over the cracks".

He had to isolate Austria. A visit to Napoleon III in Biarritz
secured his passive support while a secret alliance with Italy
was in the works one year later in 1866 which was against
the constitution of the German Confederation. But anyway,
a war was concocted to make Austria seem like the aggressor

at least to some observers. Sadowa was a military debacle
for Austria and the Treaty of Prague ended the 7 weeks
war prematurely. A Northern German Confederation was
thus formed. "We have done enough for our generation."
Or so, Bismarck thinks.

The Luxembourg incident was exploited to fan anti-French
feelings at home while he edited the Emser Despesche to
lure the trigger-happy French into a war to prevent the
South from falling under French or Austrian influence. And
with the Treaty of France, Germany gained Alsace-Lorraine.

Imperialism

One wonders this age came about. There were the metropolitan
and peripheral theories; the political, the social, the humman-
itrian, the religious, the economic, etc.

Economical:

Hobson's theory of surplus capital- Metropole economies need
to find new markets to absorb industrial goods and to restore
rate of return on investment in metrople. However, rate of
return in France and Germany still high and countries like
Italy faced a shortage of capital and industrial produce to export.

Also, German colonies only accounted for less than 1% of German
foreign trade and imported most of its food from Australia and
the Americas. In Tunis, France only started investing a number
of years later while French expenses in Morocco more than
wiped out porfits from trade.

Political:

From 1870 onwards, Europe was dominated by large states
that began challenging each other for dominance. Indeed,
it was believed that the survival, security and prosperity
of the states depended on the world position albeit Bismarck
believed otherwise (that is until 1885 where he did an

about-turn and established protectorates over a number
of small African states in Togo, Cameroons and East &
Southwest Africa). This is evinced by the international
contest for the congo which had to be resolved in the
Berlin Conference of 1894 where territoriy boundaries

were defined for the next few years and the Congo Free
State ceded to King Leopold II of Belgium. Diplomatic
considerations were apparently more important: Bis-
marck enjoined Karl Peters to extend German territory
further East in order to improve relations with Britain.

Everyone wanted a "place in the sun". Even Italy
would put a claim to useless dessert lands in Eritrea
and Somaliland. Also, Bismarck had manipulated
imperialist ambitions to gain diplomatic ambitions:
encouraged French occupation of Tunis to antagonise

the Italians while supported British lone operations in
Egypt to divide her from France. Both were designed
to distract French revanchism. All in all, Imperialism
could be seen as a cheap and comparative bloodless
substitute for European war and expansion.

Social:

Industrialisation had changed attitudes in addition to
economic practices and conditions. Imperialism was used
to unite people of divided intersts and social groups. The
British PM Disraeli had adoptd imperailism to build a
"One Nation Conservatism" at home- in which, was

used to crush the liberal party opponents with the
turn of events stemming from the Anglo-Boer war
in 1899. Furthermore, there was also interest in
literature and the arts, and some sought to promote
such endeavours: Tennyson, Kipling, etc.

On the other hand, we have the social theories relating
to emigration. The long depression of Europe had driven
some people to escape to the colonies- an outlet. French
Algeria had seen 1 million European colonists since 1830
although subsequent African colonies did not see as much.

Pressure Groups:

Capitalists groups like the German Colonial League published
in newspapers (Kolonialzeitung) to promote imperialism. Arms
manfacturers like the Russian Patilov and the German Krupp
were also one of the strongest supporters in the name
of capitalism.

Social:

Race supremacist ideologies were steadily emerging, like
Gobineau's Essay on the Inequality of Mankind which argued
with a social Darwinist perspective that imperialism was the
necessary step to purify and thus prevent social decay,
leading to progress.

Humanitarian ideals were embodied in the different slogans,
the British called it the White Man's Burden (coined by Kip-
-ling), the French, the Mission to Civilise and the Germans,
Kultur- together with religion sees a need for colonies to be
extended the benefits of civilisaion and rid of human abuses.

Groups like Association Internationale Africane were formed
which sought scientific enquiry in addition to civilising the
colonies- but they were mostly facades for avarice
on the capitalists' part. King Leopold II never had the
intent to prepare the Congolese for self-rule.

Peripheral:

Expounded by Gallagher and Robinson, it suggests
that imperialist motivations also came from outside
the metropole. Local cries and strategic concerns
were also responsible. Disareli bought up 45% of
the shares that once belonged to Ismail to gain

control of the Suez Cannal company which was a
major shipping route for Britain. Subsequently,
a stratocracy upstaged the monarchy and in
order to protect foreign investments, a contingency
military operation was organised.

Russian Revolution

Three Russian Revolutions, we will explore finally.
But first, we will have to explain the pre-revolution
climate. Alexander II's reforms, while had
emancipated the serfs had galvanised a sea of
resentment. The muzhik was chained to the

obhschina and a strict passport system prevented
them from actively seeking prospects in the cities
and towns. Redemption payments were to be made
through the mir and the land captains did not make
life any easier. Land hunger was rife and famines

were common; even so, produces were demanded for
export. Rapid industrailisation mostly funded by
foregin money, had caused working conditions
in factories to be austere and unfavourable. Tech-
nology was at best, backward.

So bad, that a worker's riot was organised but it
was put down by the armed forces ouside the
winter palace. So started a you know what?
I think we could forget about this altogether-
my epic does not sound like an epic, indeed.


cuRRent...jer



 
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
 
far-flung

far-flung parallel lines, you and i-
the same sky is smiled upon
us; and we see the burning
brown rust against the
disparate hues of our skin.

far-flung parallel lines, you and i-
fall to the ground; to ancient trees
we are dust. but we see the
lighter speck rest on the
heavier cream of the crop.

far-flung parallel lines, you and i-
speak to the world, if we only
could: fight the lion for our
share and see like graveyard
stones to the lines converge.


cuRRent...jer
 
 
72

72 hours of gay sex straight
could leave him glaringly dead.
The act's ne'er trying- he lived
by the philosophy: "memento

mori", or so he said.

"Ride me like bus 72" which,
one has to flag with pompoms

from afar away,
from afar the
bus-stop.

Before it comes a-trundling, into
the yellow lines of horror, fumes
in the aftermath.

72 hours of
gay sex straight, the energy
it will raid from the bodies so;

Take your ticket, and move
rear- tis' our midnight express.


cuRRent...jer
 
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
 
Kill

he killed- murder shrieks out,
bless the heavens with the
father tears. he killed a child-
a frantic thought; she could not
have saved herself; the father is
seperate from creation. he killed
a child of the earth- the dust is
sprinkled. he killed- and ergo, we
must kill him; like a game played
tit on a child, tat on the other. the
father, stoic and far away- no tears
for the fears; no tears for the tears.
only the necktie; neat and pressed
by the rueful pleas.

they say, the quality of mercy is not strained:
but what is wrong with compassion in the
blindfolded eyes of justice? tis' in the heart;
not the vision!

only the punters win- humannity's blight.
the dust scatters, with or without our
father's imperative.


cuRRent...jer
 
Monday, November 06, 2006
 
Astigmatic (Part 2)

My eyes cry; my eyes die;
my broken heart sees better
than my broken eye. For they
cannot envision nor endure,

the daily dilemma- to
wake and see a piece
of rainbow disfigured, smiling
back from the hinterland.

My eyes cry; my eyes die;
to see a clumsy frame on
a pretty face.


cuRRent...jer
 
Sunday, November 05, 2006
 
Staircase

the last-dieted man's
rolling off, the grim staircase;
he hears lust calling.


cuRRent...jer
 
pale as the white breeze, the eye cannot maketh its crease, the trough, the zennith, the power...it speaks...it reeks...Oh! how it piques my curiosity! how it delves into the nebulous truth of reality, how it

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