535660 post on freshness and identity hoo haw
in th fewtch, Mark Leidner's one of my favourite poets, I realized, right after I settled on a definition of poem I could live w/. He had dared me to become more fresh and innovative in my use of language through diligent substitution of fewtch for both future and futuristic. From den on, my whole use of language was full of freshness and innovation, but this was not good enough, for th language was th language of th white man, my oppressor, and my people had lost from th moment we'd learned their ABCs. It was th only language I really knew. Every day I trembled w/ rage, for I could feel, even when walking my dog in sunshine and cool breezes, th boot of th white tyrant crushing my neck into th stone. Mark Leidner said, "Mario, why don't you also use for everywhere where because would sound more natural? I think it would have hilarious results for your language."
"OK, Mark," I said, "shore thing." Shore, shore, shore, shore, white devil, my heart said, it is hilarious for me to wear yr fresh, innovative, poetic chains around my chest and neck and clank around all my life like th ghost of Jacob Bob Marley. Every time I spoke to a white person or interfaced in any way w/ a white person, I smiled. But always I had a shank nearby, waiting for th day when th pain and humiliation would become too great, would cross an invisible line. That day in th near fewtch when th devils will know that I am not their friend. I was only pretending.
My closest friend was a girl, and there were times when her charm and intelligence nearly convinced me to do away w/ th shank for good. "Mario, for really real," she would say, "what would Jesus do?" It was th ultimate argument-ender; it took all of th wind. My cheek turned this way and that way, this way and that, for months turning into years. It took all of my memory and all of my resolve to remember that Jesus was a white devil, too, and my closest friend was not just a girl but a girl white devil. When she got famous I ghost-writ her unauthorized biography. It was called WWJDSTFU.
I just don't know when now is anymore. Today is yesterday's fewtch, but all th days are th same: outrage stacked upon outrage upon outrage committed by th devils. Here is a new television program starring attractive white devils. Here is a new white president and a new white boy band. A new superheroine wearing a colourful outfit + mask, but what colour is she under that? Here are th token brown sidekicks who were chosen for they are half white and have strong Caucasian facial features, and th best-selling skin-whitening cream in Manila on a face as tall as a billboard. It is not funny. I cannot laugh. My sense of humour has been bleached away. Nobody is to be trusted. Nothing is hilarious. Everything is anger. I reached for my shank. I will reach for my shank. I am reaching for my shank. It turns into a toothbrush.
SUPER FURRY ANIMALS "(Drawing) Rings around th World" (4.8 MB)
You expose th film in me; you're drawing
rings around th world.
Sooner or later we will melt together
and draw rings around th world
w/ all those meteoric stones
and all those sheep they never clone, OK.
I am glowing radioactive
w/ th beams around th world.
Wish you could see us when we're at our best.
Now we draw rings around th world
w/ cans of Post Water in tow;
we're gonna vapourize yr soul, uh huh.
Earth will become Saturn 2; we're drawing
rings around th world.
Tetsuo 2 became me and you
w/ all those rings around th world
and all those Body Hammer blows.
We're drawing rings around th world, uh huh.
Ring! Ring!
Hello!
Ring! Ring!
Hello!
Rings around th world!
"OK, Mark," I said, "shore thing." Shore, shore, shore, shore, white devil, my heart said, it is hilarious for me to wear yr fresh, innovative, poetic chains around my chest and neck and clank around all my life like th ghost of Jacob Bob Marley. Every time I spoke to a white person or interfaced in any way w/ a white person, I smiled. But always I had a shank nearby, waiting for th day when th pain and humiliation would become too great, would cross an invisible line. That day in th near fewtch when th devils will know that I am not their friend. I was only pretending.
My closest friend was a girl, and there were times when her charm and intelligence nearly convinced me to do away w/ th shank for good. "Mario, for really real," she would say, "what would Jesus do?" It was th ultimate argument-ender; it took all of th wind. My cheek turned this way and that way, this way and that, for months turning into years. It took all of my memory and all of my resolve to remember that Jesus was a white devil, too, and my closest friend was not just a girl but a girl white devil. When she got famous I ghost-writ her unauthorized biography. It was called WWJDSTFU.
I just don't know when now is anymore. Today is yesterday's fewtch, but all th days are th same: outrage stacked upon outrage upon outrage committed by th devils. Here is a new television program starring attractive white devils. Here is a new white president and a new white boy band. A new superheroine wearing a colourful outfit + mask, but what colour is she under that? Here are th token brown sidekicks who were chosen for they are half white and have strong Caucasian facial features, and th best-selling skin-whitening cream in Manila on a face as tall as a billboard. It is not funny. I cannot laugh. My sense of humour has been bleached away. Nobody is to be trusted. Nothing is hilarious. Everything is anger. I reached for my shank. I will reach for my shank. I am reaching for my shank. It turns into a toothbrush.
SUPER FURRY ANIMALS "(Drawing) Rings around th World" (4.8 MB)
You expose th film in me; you're drawing
rings around th world.
Sooner or later we will melt together
and draw rings around th world
w/ all those meteoric stones
and all those sheep they never clone, OK.
I am glowing radioactive
w/ th beams around th world.
Wish you could see us when we're at our best.
Now we draw rings around th world
w/ cans of Post Water in tow;
we're gonna vapourize yr soul, uh huh.
Earth will become Saturn 2; we're drawing
rings around th world.
Tetsuo 2 became me and you
w/ all those rings around th world
and all those Body Hammer blows.
We're drawing rings around th world, uh huh.
Ring! Ring!
Hello!
Ring! Ring!
Hello!
Rings around th world!