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Welcome to Poetic Terrorism--a new method of communication. A new vocabulary for resistance. We're opening a new front in the war against soundbytes and corporate catchphrases, because it's impossible to think when your words are controlled by discourse that is manufactured by imperialist corporations and sold to us wholesale in our schools and TVs. Bullshit shoved down our throats by government spokespeople and paid advertising--WE (you) have something to say, SAY IT!

Poetic Terrorism is profoundly nonviolent. It is the resistance of our voices. We are controlled by a submersion tank of manufactured ideas--by the media repeating the talking points of the government.

Poetic terrorism is about bringing the art of resistance into every facet of our lives. Live your life loudly. 'There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you're the monarch of your own skin--your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.'--Hakim Bey

This blog is open to anyone's words and ideas. If you would like to post, email jed.bickman@gmail.com to let me know--I'll give you privileges and then you can post whatever you want.

Peace and Solidarity,

Jed

Redeye"

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   Earth" Sunday, April 10, 2005  

To go visit your god sunday morning
unlied purity, true belief seems your real
ticket to heaven-non transferable
for the low, low price of tithe
and telling a darkened screen how dirty you are.
God guides Americans through freemarket life
sustains genuine hope
and makes people easy to control.
and this country was built on a church
bound by a preacher standing on
The soaring pulpit
whose excuse is to be twentyfive feet closer to a god
invented by an institution
a god who has time to see your every sin
who knows your every lecherous thought,
who sees you masturbate every time you do it
This is the preacher's god, the ultimate surveillance,
who watches you from inside your own head.
the stark white ministers finger stuck straight
shouting down Satan and Santa Claus
for a watchful god that
can see you drooling in your pew
can see you rattling your coins in the tray.
So dear jesus, are you comfortable
handcuffed to your cross?
the patron saint of deathrow
injections of cold metal pierce palms in
the execution chamber with
a oneway mirrored gallery
to rub the execution in the face of VIPs,
the victim's families
ejaculating over the thought of some cosmic justice
achieved in the state's needle
the Roman nail
the silent death
of pew life.

   [ POSTED BY Jed @ 10:44 AM ] [ ]