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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

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   Earth" Wednesday, April 06, 2005  

This was written stoned immaculate while listening to Pink Floyd's "On the Run" (On the Dark Side of the Moon) on repeat

Beethoven's fiddle
lands on his feet in a crouch
dusts himself,
breathes and sees:
german airport,
runs,
thrusts himself again and again
into the running reality ambiance,
he begins to fly
running messiah,
electrifies nighttime daydreams
more, more,
highlighter around her ear,
archenemy laugh:
funkadelic ecstasy elvis
kicks him in the nuts,
helicoptering laughing
illuminates the dayglo condoms
in a drawer down the hall,
explodes them.
James Brown,
helicoptered in by health-ed exstrippers,
gyrating over a crowd of groping fans
this is our end!
archenemy laugh!
flyby, fakeout,
twisting in for the fatal whirling punch,
missed, fell in to far distance over leftsholder
coming back-a boomeranged
archenemy laugh!
two of the four hoursemen are murdered!
police'll be here soon.
Cocktail party rubble.

leave the film running, it'll start again after time,

   [ POSTED BY Jed @ 11:04 AM ] [ ]