#neoliberalism - Hello Poetry

If neoliberalism has taught me anything It’s that Love is a close, slow, and cold war Of poisoned wells, proxy wars, and intel— Know thy enemy, keep them closer than allies. So close this necessary rivalry That no olive branch can pass between That, even in times of peace, The light-bearing serpents Post guard near the vaults of one’s purity Unsure whether grain or gold Actually lines the walls of ones coffers, And the thousand envious myrmidons Kept along the edges of their body’s territory And skirt the embassy within. Is there room in the hearth For pacifists like me? Or are all the rooms quartered by troops? It’s sad to say, only the words of the cynic Could truck and barter Their way through the bronze gates, What small inlets there may be, As master seeking the slave And slave, the master’s whips Is a true sign of loyalty to Monogamy’s crown. What Love couldn’t be said to be The sadomasochism of The corporate merger, Or annexation Or competitive market of ideas? *** in the time of Smith or Hobbes, Is exactly what we need— Egoism allwheres, Like so much embroidery The love of ones life Veils ********** a swallowing, a utility And undoes the altruism, Anything but all-true-ism, In favor of the fetishism of control, Flashed like semaphores in storm-beaten nights To any ship passing Seeking port and safe passage, Exchange fire, those shapes and pleas, Turned warnings to threats, Sinking, sinking deeper Into each other’s arms. In all their plotting, do they hear Andres-Salome, Ree, and Nietzsche Laughing about in unburdened skin Laughing to let the summer in, On cart-drawn pleasures And rustic, old-world habits That rub dirt in the wound Of the flesh’s censures By the cruel absence of the lash And the ostracon.

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Sep 29, 2019

Sep 29, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC

jp-goss

334. Our Cities of Flesh

If neoliberalism has taught me anything It’s that Love is a close, slow, and cold war Of poisoned wells, proxy wars, and intel— Know thy enemy, keep them closer than allies. So close this necessary rivalry That no olive branch can pass between That, even in times of peace, The light-bearing serpents Post guard near the vaults of one’s purity Unsure whether grain or gold Actually lines the walls of ones coffers, And the thousand envious myrmidons Kept along the edges of their body’s territory And skirt the embassy within. Is there room in the hearth For pacifists like me? Or are all the rooms quartered by troops? It’s sad to say, only the words of the cynic Could truck and barter Their way through the bronze gates, What small inlets there may be, As master seeking the slave And slave, the master’s whips Is a true sign of loyalty to Monogamy’s crown. What Love couldn’t be said to be The sadomasochism of The corporate merger, Or annexation Or competitive market of ideas? *** in the time of Smith or Hobbes, Is exactly what we need— Egoism allwheres, Like so much embroidery The love of ones life Veils ********** a swallowing, a utility And undoes the altruism, Anything but all-true-ism, In favor of the fetishism of control, Flashed like semaphores in storm-beaten nights To any ship passing Seeking port and safe passage, Exchange fire, those shapes and pleas, Turned warnings to threats, Sinking, sinking deeper Into each other’s arms. In all their plotting, do they hear Andres-Salome, Ree, and Nietzsche Laughing about in unburdened skin Laughing to let the summer in, On cart-drawn pleasures And rustic, old-world habits That rub dirt in the wound Of the flesh’s censures By the cruel absence of the lash And the ostracon.

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lay low make yourself a nervous fit imperfect replication here no one’s happy staring down narrow paths burning out the cells lining their guts words are worthless.

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

acid reflex

lay low make yourself a nervous fit imperfect replication here no one’s happy staring down narrow paths burning out the cells lining their guts words are worthless.

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out of arms out of lungs out of head it’s an effort to be dragged catch beneath the lock where i tore my lid three years ago each descent returning spit from the cavernous body of marx an empire of glass the wretched of centre city mop the open wound of 24/7 affairs *** and grease stained upholstery apologising for everyone else's mess it’s blasé-faire it’s pro-choice corporate megaphone through the airwaves distilled into the perfect idiot subject enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life :)

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

the map precedes the mirror stage

out of arms out of lungs out of head it’s an effort to be dragged catch beneath the lock where i tore my lid three years ago each descent returning spit from the cavernous body of marx an empire of glass the wretched of centre city mop the open wound of 24/7 affairs *** and grease stained upholstery apologising for everyone else's mess it’s blasé-faire it’s pro-choice corporate megaphone through the airwaves distilled into the perfect idiot subject enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life :)

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arduous spite the day they laid the brickwork and two hundred staff we settled on the ocean’s floor belly up like BP too young to know our exams had taken place in a house of straw

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Jun 6, 2018

Jun 6, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC

mitakiharashi

hantise

arduous spite the day they laid the brickwork and two hundred staff we settled on the ocean’s floor belly up like BP too young to know our exams had taken place in a house of straw

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open home gutter bird head apart, apart apart all toil, toil sheets and time why’d you bring me here?

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Oct 16, 2017

Oct 16, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

slow violence

open home gutter bird head apart, apart apart all toil, toil sheets and time why’d you bring me here?

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no one laughs the dead houses line the streets i never had anything before the ritz and lsd funnelled into shopping malls hypnagogic life taught whither wither a dying world.

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Oct 6, 2017

Oct 6, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC

mitakiharashi

whither wither

no one laughs the dead houses line the streets i never had anything before the ritz and lsd funnelled into shopping malls hypnagogic life taught whither wither a dying world.

8

hollow cardboard reach and the destitution of the earth and lives that don’t matter the open wound of living under capitalism a horizon of black spots mangled neurons worthless towers lined to the sky production unto pollution putrefaction and the whole end the whole ******* end the whole queers ***** in prison blacks killed in custody xenophobic masturbatory farmers decimating the land modern death is class war race war gender war a systemic genocide through slow violence laws drafted stressing interpersonal violence over corporate negligence social stratification unequal access to housing, food and education MAY 68 **** your gender binary, your race hierarchy, your CV, your Christmas, think positive ******** **** your borders, your rape-apologising, your colourblindness, your class privilege, your white fragility, your selective free speech, your hegemonic masculinity, your silicon valley entrepreneurialism, your cultural imperialism, your meat industry, your deforestation, your piece of **** accommodation, your debt economy, your war economy, your prison economy, your unpaid women’s domestic economy that upholds the entire heteropatriarchal world **** YOUR CAPITALISM precarity unto subjugation, alienation, destitution an increasing youth suicide rate an inflation rate rising faster than minimum wage a lack of jobs while you tell us we’re worthless beneficiaries a system that chases profit at the cost of existence the entire concept of meritocracy debt as a promise of payment yet to exist enforced return to nothing

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

modern dying

hollow cardboard reach and the destitution of the earth and lives that don’t matter the open wound of living under capitalism a horizon of black spots mangled neurons worthless towers lined to the sky production unto pollution putrefaction and the whole end the whole ******* end the whole queers ***** in prison blacks killed in custody xenophobic masturbatory farmers decimating the land modern death is class war race war gender war a systemic genocide through slow violence laws drafted stressing interpersonal violence over corporate negligence social stratification unequal access to housing, food and education MAY 68 **** your gender binary, your race hierarchy, your CV, your Christmas, think positive ******** **** your borders, your rape-apologising, your colourblindness, your class privilege, your white fragility, your selective free speech, your hegemonic masculinity, your silicon valley entrepreneurialism, your cultural imperialism, your meat industry, your deforestation, your piece of **** accommodation, your debt economy, your war economy, your prison economy, your unpaid women’s domestic economy that upholds the entire heteropatriarchal world **** YOUR CAPITALISM precarity unto subjugation, alienation, destitution an increasing youth suicide rate an inflation rate rising faster than minimum wage a lack of jobs while you tell us we’re worthless beneficiaries a system that chases profit at the cost of existence the entire concept of meritocracy debt as a promise of payment yet to exist enforced return to nothing

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holy **** these concrete walls are held by invisible strings and collapsing fire.

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC

mitakiharashi

luciferian towers

holy **** these concrete walls are held by invisible strings and collapsing fire.

5

Barbiturate is one of the few drugs capable of killing you painlessly, so of course the state has banned it. Instead we get paracetamol, a ****** over-the-counter painkiller that leaves you in pain for up to five days while your liver and kidneys shut down. Suicide prevention is a ******* joke. Secular appropriations of Christian values that assume life is worthwhile, whether you desire it or not. It’s long been known that rates of suicide rose dramatically with the birth of modernity—techno-scientific paradise for the middle-class which stresses efficiency over existence. New forms of automation, the human body disciplined into repetitious acts, the partitioning of workspaces so that no single worker could operate the whole—so that any worker could be fired and replaced with the minimum amount of training necessary for capital to continue circulating. The body is individualised, scrutinised, and punished by rich kids playing panopticon, so that any mass agitation is coerced into silence through the threat of destitution. Slitting your wrists barely succeeds and more likely than not leaves you with tendon and muscle damage. Catalytic converters in cars now convert carbon monoxide into harmless CO2 and H2O. Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die. You cannot escape. The state places helpline numbers around suicide spots to treat life after the fact, rather than at the source of suffering. Vocal band-aids, ****** ******* aphorisms that seek to revert you back into a happy state-serving commodity. Things will get better. Life is worth living. Think positive. Alienation is omnipresent. Neoliberal discourse requires you to be subservient to the greater system of capital and the easiest way towards this is the instilment of comfort, of pleasant nullity, the circumscription of emotional capacity and reflectivity. Suicidal thoughts are abnormal, because life is worth living. Eat your packaged food item and watch Netflix. For a drop into water to be fatal, it has to be 250 feet. Try to aim for your head to maximise brain injury. The most prominent suicide spot around here has a drop of 100 feet. They cordoned it off anyway. Your life doesn’t belong to you. The first time I tried to suicide my mother asked ‘why would you do that?’ as if it was the dumbest thing in the world. The second time, the doctor looked at me in an exasperated manner and prescribed me lots of drugs. Geettt bettterrrr. Nobody cares about you, they simply want you to return to normal. Normality as in serving your parents, serving your friends, serving the state, and serving the market. Normality as in not questioning social norms and institutions. Normality as in get a stable job (i.e. compete against other workers in an exploitative, undemocratic system that values and inculcates self-serving desires), get married (preferably to someone of the opposite *** who is middle-class and imbibes European culture), get pregnant/get someone pregnant (but only once or twice, because anyone who has more children than that is backwards), invest in housing (those students and lower-class families need to learn how the world works; really, it’s a benefit to take their money), watch sports (to instil national pride in your children; no son, we didn’t colonise the Pacific Islands, keep watching the man with the wooden stick hit ***** eat out every week (preferably exotic restaurants), go see the world (preferably exotic locations, so you can be served by exotic people, take in exotic sights, then leave without considering where any of your money has gone to, whether any of it has reached the slums, whether the beach you lay on is accessible to the people living there, or whether it has been privatised by the tourist firm so that only rich tourists like yourself can lie on it), join a club (those capitalists were innocent, it was the indigenous folk that were making a ruckus over the new golf course; it’s not like we’ve been colonising their land and culture for the past three centuries), donate to charity (but never any charity desiring systemic change; that’s crazy), consume, always consume (keeps the economy going; why question the desire for infinite growth in a world with limited land, resources and markets?), replace your phone every year (those poor workers in Asia need our help), repeat to the point of nausea. The most successful method to suicide is a shotgun to the head; high calibre, slug rounds. Of course, with all these methods, the chance of failing may leave you disfigured, paralysed, mentally disabled or physically crippled (spinal damage, broken limbs, failed organs), with no guarantee that your family, or even your state, will allow for euthanasia. After all, the popular discourse paints suicide as selfish—an irony, considering liberalism places the self first and society second. It is viewed as sinful regardless of context—deontologically detached from anomie, alienation, material deprivation, social pressures, psychological affectations, any cause or structure. Life is worth living. This ignores that the subject is situated in existence. The subject moves through existence to live. Life, then, is the totality of the subject’s interactions. It cannot be universalised into a single state or judgement that merges all subjectivities into a catch-all worthiness. Worth is dependent of the subject. I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe I just want everyone to **** themselves, because the world is ****** and the majority of people are ******* it worse. Most people think being nice makes them good. They turn blind to the systems of oppression they partake in. A while ago my mother was asking if I’d heard about the mass suicides happening at Foxconn, the largest electronics manufacturer in the world. This year she showed me her new iPhone. I don’t ******* understand. I don’t understand how people can be outraged at humanity abuses, yet do ******* nothing to help or change their ways. Yes, market solutions are ******* **** but these commodities are still coming from somewhere, and while capitalism is in place, our money is still flowing back. I don’t understand how people can be concerned about ecological issues, then pour dishwashing liquid down the sink every night, dissolving the gills, eyes, and organs of fish in rivers and oceans. I don’t understand a ******* thing. I feel physically sick most days. I can barely function outside of university, because engaging with real people, in real systems, just reminds me of how careless, worthless, and disgusting they are. When I first turned vegan, my dad simply said plants are living too. Well no ******* **** dad, why didn’t you ask me my reason for turning vegan, rather than simply repeating the dumb **** everyone else says? If you were stuck on a desert island. Well I’m ******* not. I’m stuck on this **** world filled with nice people who don’t give a **** about anything. I’m stuck every week walking the same roads, to the same university, where I become more and more distanced from reality through abstract philosophical theories that no one else cares about. I’m stuck walking through the supermarket every week, to purchase overpriced commodities produced by transnational corporations I don’t support, but nonetheless have to buy to survive. What alternatives I buy are mocked because it's so funny being ethical in our day and age. Because it’s so much more normal eating pies, and drinking beer, and treating women like objects, and affirming nationalistic sentiments of white supremacy, and making fun of ethnic minorities while they’re incarcerated, and beaten, and killed. All lives matter, the liberal conservatives cry out, while doing ******* nothing to help any cause. I don’t understand this world, and I have no desire to be in it if this is all there is.

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC

mitakiharashi

**** Yourself

Barbiturate is one of the few drugs capable of killing you painlessly, so of course the state has banned it. Instead we get paracetamol, a ****** over-the-counter painkiller that leaves you in pain for up to five days while your liver and kidneys shut down. Suicide prevention is a ******* joke. Secular appropriations of Christian values that assume life is worthwhile, whether you desire it or not. It’s long been known that rates of suicide rose dramatically with the birth of modernity—techno-scientific paradise for the middle-class which stresses efficiency over existence. New forms of automation, the human body disciplined into repetitious acts, the partitioning of workspaces so that no single worker could operate the whole—so that any worker could be fired and replaced with the minimum amount of training necessary for capital to continue circulating. The body is individualised, scrutinised, and punished by rich kids playing panopticon, so that any mass agitation is coerced into silence through the threat of destitution. Slitting your wrists barely succeeds and more likely than not leaves you with tendon and muscle damage. Catalytic converters in cars now convert carbon monoxide into harmless CO2 and H2O. Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die. You cannot escape. The state places helpline numbers around suicide spots to treat life after the fact, rather than at the source of suffering. Vocal band-aids, ****** ******* aphorisms that seek to revert you back into a happy state-serving commodity. Things will get better. Life is worth living. Think positive. Alienation is omnipresent. Neoliberal discourse requires you to be subservient to the greater system of capital and the easiest way towards this is the instilment of comfort, of pleasant nullity, the circumscription of emotional capacity and reflectivity. Suicidal thoughts are abnormal, because life is worth living. Eat your packaged food item and watch Netflix. For a drop into water to be fatal, it has to be 250 feet. Try to aim for your head to maximise brain injury. The most prominent suicide spot around here has a drop of 100 feet. They cordoned it off anyway. Your life doesn’t belong to you. The first time I tried to suicide my mother asked ‘why would you do that?’ as if it was the dumbest thing in the world. The second time, the doctor looked at me in an exasperated manner and prescribed me lots of drugs. Geettt bettterrrr. Nobody cares about you, they simply want you to return to normal. Normality as in serving your parents, serving your friends, serving the state, and serving the market. Normality as in not questioning social norms and institutions. Normality as in get a stable job (i.e. compete against other workers in an exploitative, undemocratic system that values and inculcates self-serving desires), get married (preferably to someone of the opposite *** who is middle-class and imbibes European culture), get pregnant/get someone pregnant (but only once or twice, because anyone who has more children than that is backwards), invest in housing (those students and lower-class families need to learn how the world works; really, it’s a benefit to take their money), watch sports (to instil national pride in your children; no son, we didn’t colonise the Pacific Islands, keep watching the man with the wooden stick hit ***** eat out every week (preferably exotic restaurants), go see the world (preferably exotic locations, so you can be served by exotic people, take in exotic sights, then leave without considering where any of your money has gone to, whether any of it has reached the slums, whether the beach you lay on is accessible to the people living there, or whether it has been privatised by the tourist firm so that only rich tourists like yourself can lie on it), join a club (those capitalists were innocent, it was the indigenous folk that were making a ruckus over the new golf course; it’s not like we’ve been colonising their land and culture for the past three centuries), donate to charity (but never any charity desiring systemic change; that’s crazy), consume, always consume (keeps the economy going; why question the desire for infinite growth in a world with limited land, resources and markets?), replace your phone every year (those poor workers in Asia need our help), repeat to the point of nausea. The most successful method to suicide is a shotgun to the head; high calibre, slug rounds. Of course, with all these methods, the chance of failing may leave you disfigured, paralysed, mentally disabled or physically crippled (spinal damage, broken limbs, failed organs), with no guarantee that your family, or even your state, will allow for euthanasia. After all, the popular discourse paints suicide as selfish—an irony, considering liberalism places the self first and society second. It is viewed as sinful regardless of context—deontologically detached from anomie, alienation, material deprivation, social pressures, psychological affectations, any cause or structure. Life is worth living. This ignores that the subject is situated in existence. The subject moves through existence to live. Life, then, is the totality of the subject’s interactions. It cannot be universalised into a single state or judgement that merges all subjectivities into a catch-all worthiness. Worth is dependent of the subject. I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe I just want everyone to **** themselves, because the world is ****** and the majority of people are ******* it worse. Most people think being nice makes them good. They turn blind to the systems of oppression they partake in. A while ago my mother was asking if I’d heard about the mass suicides happening at Foxconn, the largest electronics manufacturer in the world. This year she showed me her new iPhone. I don’t ******* understand. I don’t understand how people can be outraged at humanity abuses, yet do ******* nothing to help or change their ways. Yes, market solutions are ******* **** but these commodities are still coming from somewhere, and while capitalism is in place, our money is still flowing back. I don’t understand how people can be concerned about ecological issues, then pour dishwashing liquid down the sink every night, dissolving the gills, eyes, and organs of fish in rivers and oceans. I don’t understand a ******* thing. I feel physically sick most days. I can barely function outside of university, because engaging with real people, in real systems, just reminds me of how careless, worthless, and disgusting they are. When I first turned vegan, my dad simply said plants are living too. Well no ******* **** dad, why didn’t you ask me my reason for turning vegan, rather than simply repeating the dumb **** everyone else says? If you were stuck on a desert island. Well I’m ******* not. I’m stuck on this **** world filled with nice people who don’t give a **** about anything. I’m stuck every week walking the same roads, to the same university, where I become more and more distanced from reality through abstract philosophical theories that no one else cares about. I’m stuck walking through the supermarket every week, to purchase overpriced commodities produced by transnational corporations I don’t support, but nonetheless have to buy to survive. What alternatives I buy are mocked because it's so funny being ethical in our day and age. Because it’s so much more normal eating pies, and drinking beer, and treating women like objects, and affirming nationalistic sentiments of white supremacy, and making fun of ethnic minorities while they’re incarcerated, and beaten, and killed. All lives matter, the liberal conservatives cry out, while doing ******* nothing to help any cause. I don’t understand this world, and I have no desire to be in it if this is all there is.

5