Hello Nettimers, *The centre does not hold* Because it never existed, /Political Consensus/ is only a marketing label With watered-down ingredients And no sell-by date.
The illusionary centre doesn’t hold Political borderlines have been blurred Horizons of possibilities eradicated Little remains of its blurry existence A deceptive substance that quickly evaporates. The mythical centre is a body with no heart An abandoned home, a playground with no children A distant mirage with no designated drivers To take us there, Only the leaders who’ve succumbed To recurring hangovers of self-importance remain. Meanwhile, the elders have vanished, Hunted as criminal elements, Carriers of the songlines of knowledge Abducted by well dressed security agents As the phantom centre vanishes Google search engines blame Scarcities of knowledge and wisdom On severe weather conditions, Pundits and influencers suggest The decline in knowledge and wisdom Is attributed to genetic defects or Newly discovered learning disabilities. Unevenly, the melting centre of one dimensional ideals, Stumbles recklessly along A never-never land of political fantasies A WHITE-washed empty shell Feeding the cash cows of spin doctors Astride a shiftless commentariat, Fawning over politician’s gushing platitudes. We survive, We endure A pulsating amorphous chorus of voices Reaching beyond the splintered fencing, OF borders and obstructions OF damaged discarded commodities Shouting, humming, chanting An unconstrained chorus of possibilities and dreams The changing colours and shapes of a humanity Nurturing songlines, healing the wounded, imagining… A.S. 06/11/24 -- # distributed via <nettime>: no commercial use without permission # <nettime> is a moderated mailing list for net criticism, # collaborative text filtering and cultural politics of the nets # more info: https://www.nettime.org # contact: [email protected]
