New Cities/New Soviets

August 28, 2004

Flash flood

I almost started crying in the street yesterday.

Surrounded by people coming out of themselves, electricity of human expression, I felt overwhelmed, on the verge of coming apart. There is a great deal of currency given to the idea of flash floods, flash mobs, moments of furious activity. "if we move fast, they can't catch us" is the idea.

Don't get me wrong, there was a strong admixture of joy in my congestion. But also pain. What comes of this? The desert recieves flash floods all the time, and it does not make the environment more hospitable. Parched, cracked earth cannot hold the water, and the flash flood becomes yet another ecological scourge, yet another danger.

The city needs to become fertile. Human beings cannot be reduced to the chattel of industry forever. We must be allowed expression, pleasures, uniqueness -- all the richness of life that a collective humanity can muster. In this light, the "flash flood" mentality is deeply flawed, will not bring about the change we seek. Sure, cataclysm plays a vital role in revolution. It is the cataclysm which forges conviction, but it is a conviction that rises to end social cataclysm, a conviction to work in concert, to work to change the desert into a new eden.

Posted by Sam at August 28, 2004 09:49 PM

Get real --
if we're chattel,
then
the city is just
one big
cash register,

an everone knows
money don't

dance in the dish

lest you whip it.

Posted by: WISE ACRE at August 29, 2004 08:59 AM

maybe I don't hit it
squarely on the head, but
you can't deny
the
fat fingers
pushing
the register keys

Posted by: sam at August 29, 2004 09:00 AM

who's the dumb fuck stealing my moniker?

i phrase he postures
don't like the division of labor
when the accounts drawn on
are mine alone

in fact this may be u"re best post
in some time

the flash flood figure is very useful

especially if you realize
humans aren't
desert creatures


cataclysm

is the mythic end point

of klass contradictions

the culmination devoutly feared on one side
and prayed for on the other

the flash flood is the non draught curing moment
a cataract not a cataclysm

prole katz hate to get wet
they wait to get even

Posted by: the real wise acre at August 29, 2004 11:58 AM

right on sammo

shit the phoney acre
sure lit the real one up

speaking of dimes in dishes
dancing chattel and such

fuck thats exactly why figures are figures

these dimes can dance dildo

thats why they'll kick over
the cash register some day

and chop off the fat thumbs
workin' the keys

Posted by: pinky at August 29, 2004 12:03 PM

beautiful

Posted by: Anonymous at August 31, 2004 03:52 PM

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