In the remote times of postmodernity
A Slave Economy was implanted in the whole world
"I am I and the others",
nobody remembered it;
then the ideals died with us
because, so lonely, they stopped believing
we believed in them no more.
We were written and from thenceforth pre-written before birth.
("We hid so many times
but they found us all the same.")
Bathe your souls in fear
in the sunset of the Cursed One
Those who were blind
Imagination will not be able to contain us
nor ourselves our very selves
through millennia of millennia.
The soul-ship sailed without time or space
with eyes of wide-open purity
searching for God.
"Look! Two solitary skulls
accompany the space flight of the heavenly horses"
"There goes the Great Rock, Soul of God
petrified in the history of aerolites."
We lost the shock of shocking the divine,
but Mephisto still laughs.
We were crucified, dead and buried,
and, on the third day, we opened our eyes without knowing who we are.
"Now, have we opened our eyes to death?"
Certainly there are no more tears
because postmodern man is the God (HE is just a superman).
Animal man, watch out for man.
("The machines will rebel one day
just like the past of the human being.
"Human?" "What is that?"
Come, oxygen of oxygen
There were lies saved that saved us from life;
Death will save us from life:
Daybreak will be hurled from our hands, there
We will hear the virginal songs of man and his history;
After all nothing will be in vain, nothing rather than the NOTHING
The ALL will look at man naked before the cosmos
In the pure silent night of death.
(LAST RECORDS OF POSTMODERNITY)
In the ancient era of postmodernity
our private life became public,the public, private.
(Therefore, "we were neither modern nor postmodern,
but rather primitives:
HERE WE ARE SAVAGES DESPITE BEING RAVAGED BY TIME!)
We all had a guard,
here were watchmen in the streets
in the ancient commercial districts there were TV cameras watching us;
soon we were ordered to watch our own streets:
"Watchful eye, watchful ear, hands that watch, feet that catch you."
Till we all learnt to watch ourselves;
till everyone learnt to guard themselves,
to hide the face, till everyone went inside
and spontaneity was erased
and every movement was predestined,
and from then on we were merely the reflection of the publicity
that asked so much of us
each buying action was computationally virtualised and we were fixated, responding to the cerebral button.
The future was close, each time closer;
new worlds for the new people;
there never was an old world:
catatonia was here;
finally, we only had to stop working;
and the world would keep advancing
we only had to eat and eat and look/ at the screen/.
Emotion what was that?
Reflection, it isn't registered, (strike out!)