icy waters

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The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his “natural superiors”, and has left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous “cash payment”. It has drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervour, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation. It has resolved personal worth into exchange value, and in place of the numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, has set up that single, unconscionable freedom — Free Trade. In one word, for exploitation, veiled by religious and political illusions, it has substituted naked, shameless, direct, brutal exploitation.

The bourgeoisie has stripped of its halo every occupation hitherto honoured and looked up to with reverent awe. It has converted the physician, the lawyer, the priest, the poet, the man of science, into its paid wage labourers.

Orangehead

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What am I searching for? Am I looking for a book?  Am I looking for the key? Am I searching for the salt? There’s always something isn’t there? A teaspoon. An address. The divine. Maybe. Or the sex thing. Walking along the seafront. The clickidy-clackedy machinery of desire.

But that’s a digression, isn’t it?

Anyone fancy winding up an orange?

Where’s the key gone?

July

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Thinking about the murder of Julius

As his name-month swelters

And the Unitarian Doric of New Road

Houses a new busker

 

The formal portico is like a promise

Of something even better

Rational organisation of things

Simplicity of a sun-shaped god

 

The flute-player misses a note

Sparrows chip the paving

– No blood on these stones –

The next high improvisation he attempts

 

Disappears into the blue and out of history.

Columns indent like inert components

Of some unwieldy gear

Which has run down now and lies

 

Disassembled in the workshop –

Cog-wheels and grease, the smell of solder.