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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" Tuesday, July 19, 2005  

Americans herd themselves through cement streets with their eyes on the grime of the city beneath their feet. They have learned that they have to hold their minds clamped tightly to their skull in order to survive a rounanized life within the panopticon of postcapitalist life. Their dreams are imprisoned within their own heads, silenced and repressed so that they can stay numb enough to move through the same rountine every day. But I've been feeling my thoughts vibrating up and down the elastic cosmos. my desk can't hold me anymore. my mind runs from language like a hunted fugitive. I surrender myself to the animal in the back of my head. Humanity is a construct manufactured to justify a life lived devoid of spirit, to rationalize the greyness. It is the sell we wear over our buying selves. Animals are simply the subjects of the natural beauty of the world they inhabit. Americans are the subjects of a controlled economy, and gain meaning mostly from their place within it.

at the corner of truth and voice lies the death of separation, end of apathy and belief in discrete souls. we silence ourselves daily. we silence ourselves with smalltalk.

Language binds us in the selfsame cells
of compartmentalized life
where words are manufactured
by media executives and
white intellectuals backstabbing for tenure.
where words end, thoughts
lose meaning.
The thought of revolution has
left our lexicon
leaving the mass of men
castrated,
destined to spend their lives
strangled by suits pushing forms
down each other's throats.
That we can change the world
by recapturing the words.

   [ POSTED BY Jed @ 11:29 AM ] [ ]