HUDDLED
BRING ME YOUR HUDDLED MASSES AND I’LL PISS ON THEM
(*Lou Reed Dirty Boulevard)
Registered for a course today: Post-Humanism +Modern Fiction
wherein Professor Rhoda Morgenstern U of T will walk us through
George Saunders + Cormac McCarthy Both of whom write about
a time situated historically + yet beyond time The details don’t
much matter Appalachian serial killers Brother/sister incest Border
land sadism on the vast plains where Trump’s orphans are currently
being scarred for life emotionally
I posit today that we are living in a post-human time Our Gods jettisoned
+ soon to be A.I. Fighting A.I. will require a steely vigilance should you be
so inclined Answer all questions with questions This God is sly
No doubt the death of our Gods has led to suicide gaining steam in the culture
Where the highest stats are for middle class white males adolescents and
octogenarians Untethered from the opiate of the masses opioids have rushed
in to fill the vacuum Overdose now competing with death by one’s own hand Post
humanism is post God Post soul Post meaning All of which takes us back to our
beginnings To the biological imperative for finding meaning ie., survival
Now in these fame-whoring days souls parched and sere we the huddled masses
skitter To avoid being stamped extinct by that namlessfaceless God inside our lap
tops +machines One woman in Jakarta 54 fled into a Reticulated Python in order
to incubate +wait it out The snake with bloated belly was last seen near her sandals
slouching
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The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
(W.B. Yeats The Second Coming)
Summer 2018
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