POETRY - BROKEN (CONCRETE) REALITY - PART ONE
DEMOCRISES
Is a book written by Jack Stanza under the ‘Shadow Editions’ Imprint of the Publishing Label ‘Montag & Faber’. It shows what his sense of the poetry style he called ‘broken lines’, where the flow is interrupted by the end of line and the flow hindered. The cause is the effect; Jack saw the world as broken along with himself as a casualty of the war against freedom.
What ensues over these pages, is Jack’s attempt to force the issue and offer insight into how the Nation-State controls us all. What comes from this is the voice of lament and at times anger. Jack would perform these poems at the ‘FiX Club’, where he and his publisher created a covert postal list, to thwart State control of publishing.
BROKEN (CONCRETE) REALITY:
Concrete reality is often spoken about in glowing tones; as the personification of the Real.
It is a harsh reality, born of the concrete sharp-angles of certitude and mathematical precision and meant for sharp-angled people, with cutting edges.
People who seek to hide away in concrete institutions, from the tidal flow without, that is, the incessant tide that brings change, reject fluid forms with a human heart-beat. They prefer the stillness of emptiness.
Concrete reality costs lives; brings death from its ingrained need for conquest.
Whenever anyone speaks of this concrete reality in those radiant terms, beware of the consequences.
They will lock fluid people in concrete cisterns, which do not permit flow. Ideas may float, but they are in stagnant water.
Ideological manifestos are really construction blue-prints for political gaols and correction centres, camps that concentrate the mind on the inevitability of mortality.
Barbed-wire fences hum with political ideological power; blister the skin and cut the paper flesh of the oppressed to shreds of unreadable testimonies.
We are left with ‘broken lines’ of poetry. Staccato pulses of poetic resistance.
CASTING SHADOWS ON CONCRETE REALITY: (an eye-opener to a mind-set)
• if i told you
•
• oxy moron
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• war is the failure of politics (v2)
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• lucid dreaming
•
• i am
•
• the artist
Life is not for waiting.
*Poems for two voices are signified by dialogue in (brackets).*
if i told you
What
would
you
say
If
I
told
you
that
you
were
not
a
live?
What would
you do
if I
told you
you were
a cadaver?
What would you do
if I told you
to be alive
you had to be
conscious...s-s-s
In a non-reactive
state beyond the twitch
of the reactionary violent curve
or cobbled static street corner?
What would you do if I told you
that an ideologue does not think but simply
reacts to every challenge in a twitching cadaver’s
dance of death, to a dead-beat dogma?
What
would
you
do
if
I
told
you
that
you
can
be
re
sus
i
tat
ed?
Jack Stanza
