Van Gogh clouds observed through sunglasses at noon
white
pinwheels
on sea-blue, recharging memories
something new up
there, in here,
awaits the next mode
of production
ice browns in the
microwave of spring, trickles away through mud, an ice age evaporates
and crystal thoughts take you (k)nowhere … circus tents will soon
be unfolding here and rising like tumuli,
daddy-long-leg spiders hang from every twig and I can see a wink of
amber sun
our bayonets
defeated them we fired each one from our rifles
like a crossbow bolt
no one has made a
gun to shoot bricks and build houses
one day,
flower-arrangements, small children, and wineglasses will be bulletproof; defensive
warfare will trump offensive; making will supersede breaking, to the
degree you can make without breaking, and break without making
the clouds spin me
out
1Karl
Marx, The Poverty of Philosophy,
Chapter Two: The Metaphysics of Political Economy, 3.
Competition and Monopoly. See
https://www.marxists.org/archive/marx/works/1847/poverty-philosophy/ch02c.htm
(17.1.2016).
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