Reblogged from Jacket 36:
from Internal Reckonings
Our time of crisis within the political and ideological systems, as well as within the grand western humanistic tradition, is, perhaps, only the outermost symptomaticological stratum of the deeper collapse of our outdated anthropology. This crisis (like a crisis in any structure) is revealed in the divisive hierarchy of interrelated elements and the preponderance of reflexo-dramaturgical origins of the informato-instructional.
Here are some real life examples:
My good leg
Having stuffed itself
In the morning
Whilst poorest me
Healthful and full of youth
Goes out for a walk
Where the hell are you going
I can’t do a thing without you! —
Where are you going?
Today’s youth gives a damn about nothing
Not wind wailing from the heights
Of the peak of Kremlin chimes
But like the will of a necromancer —
I ask: Is it you
My sweet little one? —
It is I! — I never doubted it for a minute
It replies — And embracing
It on the spot
With the two-headed eagle
Wretched! My deceiver!
Next, a drawn out evening conversation with the shinbone, which, it turns out, is the only one that understands and even feels compassion, but there’s really nothing it can do on its own
Then something basically cellular — even on a molecular level
A senseless argument with the occipitalis about honor, dignity and all that is good and decent; especially as it appears before me in the guise of some oil-gas faction, in as much as it claims that it has much closer ties, and even an emotional attachment to its ancient proto-geologic relations.
Then the nerves — well, they, you understand, grew completely independent long ago, even with pretensions that they are a consummately self-separate anthropomorphousness, and generally, such immense pretensions.
A break during a performance of trabecular bone — air, quiet, music, the firmament’s luminescence
OK — let’s pull it all together —
Various Livers, heads, and teats
I appeal to them all:
— Let’s come together, brothers
We can make it at least till morning! —
— Come on! Lets go! It’s time
There are things to do