Exiles from a dysfunctional global pipe-dream
of borderless corporate matriarchies,
multi-kulti nonsense and data-driven diversity
where virtue-signaling despots ruled
and those so confused they didn’t know their own gender
competed for victim-status as they shrieked,
where rainbow torches on the filthy walls
smoldered with toxic smoke
barely illuminating the fragments
of computer carcasses we had to step over,
we fled the oppression
of passive-aggressive elitists
suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome
to found a pure republic, based on poetry, goodwill and faith in God.
We emerged from the labyrinthine caverns and malodorous tunnels
into the light right outside the cave:
Clear, strong patriarchal light
purifying the fresh air.
We breathe deeply.
Once I saw some Vikings
sail the sea looking for Diet Coke
only to find angry gulls and mothers
squawking in parking lots
as the dust of the gentle hills disappeared
down the unpaved road
of rolling Scandinavian seas.
I was emotionally engaged once . . .
but she was a neurotic feminist poet, so I broke it off
and moved to Kekistan where (thanks be to Kek)
I married my THREE Kekistani brides:
PROMPT #11:
Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually?
Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots.
Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers
and dust disappearing down an unpaved road.
And having come from there, where are you now?
CONNECT/HOOK 
The labyrinthine cave, and seeing the light, remind me of Plato’s cave — watching the shadow play on the cave wall, then finally seeing reality for the first time. Here, not a sense of shock, but a sense of calm…there is something about the poem that stays with me, which is an entirely good thing in my book.
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Yes! The cave dwellers hate the light and deny its existence. This bodes well for the people running the image-projection scam, who are profiting from their ignorance.
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According to Baudrillard, it is all an image projection scam — simulation is indistinguishable from reality, so the lie becomes the truth. Not a theory without problems, far less one without ideological thrust, but I think quite apt in our modern times, where the image (and more importantly: the manipulated, distorted image) is omnipresent. Difficult to see the light — particularly since, as Plato already knew, after years in the dark the light can be painful. But I am rambling!
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No wrong in rambling.
I used to read that Semiotext(e) stuff. I really liked Bolo Bolo and Deleuze/Guattari’s writing, but I just dabbled in it. No serious study. Still, I found it fascinating.
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I just dabble in most things, if anything I am a serious dabbler. It is fascinating, and I think Deleuze/Guattari are on the pulse of some of the major postmodern shifts…I do not necessarily agree with all of it, but will undertake every thought experiment at least once, and with gusto! :)
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