Patrick Lawler

 

Marx Dancing with History Meets Marquez Dancing with Time

 

I’m listening to the flesh radio, and it says: After they burn
         the villages, they burn the books. It asks: Is anyone
         listening?

I’m listening to the mouth radio, and it says: We need
         Khlebnikov’s “star language.” It says: When we open
         our mouths, the night sky falls out.

I’m listening to the fire radio, and it says: Marx is watching
         a light burn in Macondo. It says: Conquerers
         are drinking the galaxies. It asks: Who can remember
         the victims?

I’m listening to the moon radio, and it says: La lah. La lah.

I’m listening to the word radio, and it says: People are
         forgetting the meaning of words. Each word says,
         “Walk through me.”

I’m listening to the gland radio, and it says: We live in a land
         of violet crimes. It says: A word is stirring on the edge
         of the universe. It says: After they burn the sky,
         they burn the windows.

I’m listening to the dream radio, and it says: This just in...

I’m listening to the weather radio, and it says: Tomorrow
         everything will be brown. It says: The next day
         everything will be intellectual. It says: The day after
         everything will suffer in blue.

I’m listening to the Nagasaki radio, and it says: Forget
         everything you ever knew.

I’m listening to the world radio, and it says: Subvert
         the apparatus of cognitive control. Subvert the
         apparatus of cognitive control. Subvert the apparatus
         of cognitive control.

I’m listening to the chromosome radio, and it says: The radio
         is thinking through you. It says: The radio is
         thinking for you.

I’m listening to the light radio, and it says: The light
         meanders slowly through the brain of a cat. It says:
         Every morning light remembers and then gradually
         forgets.

I’m listening to the womb radio, and it says: The mother
         grows around the child.

I’m listening to the meat radio, and it says: Red is
         throbbing outside the window. It says: We need
         to stop giving birth to mammals.

I’m listening to the brain radio, and it says: America.
         And it says: America died in 1900 something. It says:
         After they burn the people, they burn the dreams.

I’m listening to the star radio, and it says: You cannot.
         It says: You cannot burn the memories of the burning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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