Posts Tagged ‘society’

take a number and get in the punch line

Friday, August 1st, 2008

take a number and get in the punch line

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

i stand naked, bent and backlit by powder white light
savage in the lost found yet wildly misinterpreted
armored in scars from a thousand battles lost or won
against nature, against man, against Macy’s Day Parade of Gods
draw back now the colors to bring the rainbow taut
let the eagles drop screaming on you depraved snakes
snakes and rabbits pretending to be sentient
simply to fit in with the the livestock
i’ll piss you out of your burrows, stenched and drowning
i demand a refund for the lost causes you’ve sold me
laugh like a looning hookah sultan, let your fat bounce
hostile glances serve to reinforce your insecurities
bankvaulted dynamite belligerance drawing interest daily
the white light shows my red-rimmed eyes of blood undried
i stand bent without shame as i am for you’ve called me
twisted time and repitition
click your buttons but i’ll channel nothing except my own soul
consult your ghost strung chemical power lines
i don’t your source or your mockery of strength
i am every joker out there re-painting his sad clown face
in the frantic, maniacal hues of war

 

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Rise of Fascism on the Net

Saturday, July 19th, 2008

I want to decry what I feel to be a wave of anti-industrious attitude that’s become increasingly more prevalent on the web. All these people who block ANY comment that has anything even slightly to do with self-promotion, the people who get angry when anyone tries to start something new and doesn’t already have a vast corporate marketing budget to work with. I understand you’ve seen plenty of these ideas fail and that it taxed your emotions, but spreading the bitterness, the cynicism - that’s not going to help any one.

At the same time these people are griping about "affiliate marketing" or porn site spam or Viagra pill spam or whatever the latest craze is, out of the other corner of their mouth they’re complaining about how unfair society is and how it offers limited opportunities. So you want more jobs, better lives, but fuck other people if they try to do that also? See, a good chunk of the world lives very close to the bottom of the food chain. Plenty of people go broke, lose their homes, have an unexpected baby coming, etc. Think about those possibilities. While I understand massive floods of automated spam or endless cheesy comments get old, it aggravates me to see people with these popular blogs suddenly become irritated about being "used" by other people seeking to promote their own online endeavors. Talk about hypocritical! I’m not even willing to consider that anyone who started blogging or any other kind of online phenomenon/celebrity blog/website became popular without SOME form of advertising. No one has that many friends, sorry. You either start with a budget and some pre-existing fame/notoriety or you go beat on doors and find an audience and piss a few people off in the process.

Here’s my bottom line: I hate when people get to the top and then try to kick the ladders they
climbed up on back down so no one can follow them up. Few things piss me off to that level and I suppose because it shows a basic lack of empathy, deep-seated personal insecurity and a grand dose of narcissistic arrogance. I write this post today so that I will have a reminder to myself when I reach the level of success that I’ve been aiming for. I want to be a person who not only gives back, but staunchly defends the rights of other people to try and compete with me. By trying to block others I’d be stunting my own growth, limiting my own enrichment.

This applies offline, too. All those telemarketers? People trying to make a living. The guy at the
drive through window who’s so damned slow with your order? Yeah, he’s got rent to pay, too.
The lady at Wal-Mart who argues with you over the store’s return policy? She’ll be a grandmother next month and may not be able to retire until she’s well past age 75 due to her limited savings. What I’m trying to convey is that everyone’s got struggles and everyone deserves some respect up front (until they prove otherwise). It’s the very basis of our society to learn to not only cope with each other but to co-exist in a fashion that ADVANCES each of us.

All the marketing that surrounds us all day long, that’s someone trying to put food on the table. Does it primarily benefit some small percentage of people at the top? Probably. But those people spend money, too. My objective is to stay as open-minded and open-hearted as I possibly can and try to understand those I encounter before I start boxing them in with judgments.

I do not want to see the internet drift towards this fascistic state of ‘if you don’t agree with US then go away’ to the point that many forums, blogs, chatrooms and online communities take things. Over and over again, since I first got online in 1993 or so, I’ve seen communities rise up, I’ve joined them and then the ‘powers that be’ come in and squash the ‘rebel element’. The channel ops get ban-happy, the profiles stop allowing comments, the blogs start ‘needing to approve’ comments. It’s always blamed on some ‘exploiter’, but every single time the rules end up excluding a lot more people than they were said to have been designed to exclude.

It’s as if the person who got the power gradually gets more tipsy until they’re drunk and picking fights. It’s almost as if the mere fact that people have freedom begins to get under the skin of some personality type and eventually those people get things shut down all while they point the fingers at some group they dislike. I mean the American Midwest used to be filled with buffalo (bison), too.

Maybe some of you remember how you used to be able to post ads on newsgroups way back when. The first website I ever set up, back in 1996 or so, I advertised a call for writers and
artists in the newsgroups. I got tons of excited replies and so much traffic to the page that my hitcounter went down and my free hosting account got closed (I was in my teens without a budget back then). I tried that same approach in 2001 and got my e-mail box absolutely inundated with hate mail. Same thing happened with forums. Anyone remember how Yahoo chat used to let you make your own chatrooms? Those are gone now, I believe.

Year after year places crop up and then they die off. I’m sure there are plenty of bastions of
unbridled craziness left on the web today, but I don’t know of many. Napster got strangled, YouTube gets censor-happy and god forbid you show the wrong pictures on MySpace or kiss your account goodbye. We won’t even get into trying to place ANY kind of ad that won’t get flagged on craigslist (even in the ADS sections, mind you).

That’ll end my little rant on the importance of allowing opportunity for EVERYONE (even if we
hate them) online in order to preserve our own freedom, integrity and honesty. Let the jerks
reveal themselves and we’ll simply ignore them instead of punishing anyone who looks like they
might possibly be a jerk.

check your baggage before we depart

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008

check your baggage before we depart

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

consider this my ode to diversity, pretend it’s needed
with so many strains of ethnicity sewn into our global sheath
endless schemes of mindset, identity, characterization
selling each by the bagful at the intellectual check-out stand
cross-pollinating metropolis brimming, swimming in living variables
all of us adding a new stripe to our ever expanding rainbow
at what point do we drop diversity as a concept
so we may see individuals rather than lumps of similarity?
i look forward to that future dawn of prime wisdom rising
allowing us to see more than shadows and shapes, to see the unique
that even the twins among us never can be complete clones
that clones, in the end, remain utopian impossibilities

 

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McPeople

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008

McPeople

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

broken simulations of the human mind we’ve come to call systems
creating a mass logic by which we organize ourselves
into scams of alleged order that a properly motivated theif
flicks open quicker than a simple lock picked by expertise
crafting endless variants of hierarchal irrelevance
following like stunned cows down the chute to slaughter
each of us ending up between buns hiding under pickles

 

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bare minimum

Monday, June 30th, 2008

bare minimum

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

congratulations. yet another nail pounded into
the house that straw promises pride themselves on
a place even big bag Wolf wouldn’t bother blowing over
know why that is? it’s so obvious it’d be cheating
every time you turn around prices rise as incomes dive

 

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horse tied

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

horse tied

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

cars, a national obsession, automotive locomotion
drinking petro cocktails daily, burning ancient sludge
kia, scion, hyundai - making grand water promises
junk cars lined up ugly, disemboweled melted down
cars for kids at Wal-Mart, do we need children driving ’round?
i often wonder to myself how quiet the world would be
without the constant roaring sound of the automotive industry
not that i’d rewind the age, not that i’d go back
cause i’m wagering it’d be unpleasant
to smell a million horses drop a batch

 

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medicine, medicine, medicine

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

medicine, medicine, medicine

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

dog medicine, sleep medicine, depression medicine
allergy medicine, migraine medicine, allergy medicine
a chemical cure to battle what ails you
a chemical bomb to explode within yourself
elements recombined as the alchemy of old
medicine, medicine, making up your mind
building seratonin trails, stringing neural trails
leaves me wondering if we’ll get a whole new set of ills

 

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Air Squared (System of Invisibles)

Saturday, June 28th, 2008

Air Squared (System of Invisibles)

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

welcome to the land of the Free Credit Report
infernal financial jungle where credit scores = credit scars
your line of credit becomes your identity
with that identity comes a shiny new risk: identity theft
your cheating neighbors take mortgage refinancing to skyscraper levels
they gut your numerals, play at being you, create a database doppleganger
yanking away your integrity, bruising your chance at home equity loans
since they’ve become you, too, squeezing your ability to borrow
until it’s wrung dry, worthless in the wind
another by product of Air Squared

 

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in orbit gazing at the game board

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

in orbit gazing at the game board

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

fly to Cairo aboard a curtain of Persian precision
angling deep between cloud banks, contrails blue burning
passing Pyramids reminding spectators tremble
mighty Hand of Determination brushing aside doubt
turning towards Rome gods take stage for death ritual
rings cutting off ages to preserve skeletons of sincerity
lattes milling about before sunglasses hiding incomprehensive
further on to Paris, ground zero of single sanctity
spike piercing wind to lord over river-riddled shrine bubbles
crossing fog cotton to see solemn measures of the hour
standing strict in defiance of breaking twilight
yet East calls me, a race across the arm too short
hold the fruit swinging sweet, proclamation gradually etched
by the network of Roots anchoring bamboo Sapling
into a fragile grove often logged down through ages

 

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History is Not a Clock (Please Rewind)

Tuesday, June 17th, 2008

History is Not a Clock (Please Rewind)

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

beaten by the moonshine, whipped in starlight style
orchid ever-opening, blooming attraction curses
expect funeralities of a wine bow-tie variety
chinking glasses, smiles loosening, now out of the cage
oh, whine the way you always do, keep us on our toes
fall back into habit patterns, crazy angles in a soul
wind so tightly, dance Lipnails, spin clouds to choke on
here party watching Jackals, eager scrounging carry-on
i, the diving plane maniac. i, who <3 the bombs
spread my talons engraving madness upon planet bleeding
gather round in sentinelity, please pretend to know my melody
witching caps socked rightly down, don’t ask after the broom
placed where you might expect, polite company neglects
ride the Titans to the mountain top, dance powder-deep in snow
celebrate in pastry, giggle while we can
gunfire changes everything, bow before the guillotine
confuse me not for revolution, i am a-political
change merely a curtain, sweeping wide magnetic pull
then the Ball took off and lead to a riot
As it usually does

 

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