Sunday, 15 October 2017

Der Parkbank Pinkler: rückvierundzwanzig

„Wie es euch gefällt. Ach! Wenn ihr wollt, könnt ihr gleich auch die Wohnung nebenan haben.”
—der Makler spielende Hausbesetzer


Unfern der Polysemie auf dem Schild von Handlungsträger Guy Le Marue, bekannt durch Sätze wie „Kein der ist da” und „Mir fehlt die Geduld zum Anfangen”, hilfreich nimmt man zur Kenntnis: Jede gegebene Arbeitsstelle ist eine Rolle besetzt. Angestellte übernehmen Teile des Stücks anstelle vom Chef, der seine eigene Rolle spielt, wie eigentlich auch im Text angewiesen. Texte und Bühnenanweisungen sind im Arbeitsvertrag geschrieben, sind aber nicht nötig. Der Lehrling können es auswendig, ohne eine Zeile gelesen zu haben. Schon als Kleinkind ist die Vertragsessenz eingewurzelt. Das Leben von vormittags im Kindergarten bis am Abendtisch ist eine Einstudierung von Verhältnissen, Funktionen und dementsprechenden Rollen.

Unterlässt der Angestellte später einmal seine Aufgabe, ist es möglich schlimmer als uns der Begriff Dienstverweigerung wahrhaben würde. Weniger Eigenwille oder Sturheit ist dies Indiz für die schwächelnde Fähigkeit das Merkwort zu erkennen und darauf richtig zu reagieren. Tiefer zeigt man Zeichen der Abnutzung, was kein Probedurchgang zum Auffrischen entgegenwirken kann. Der Akteur ist so gut wie tot.

In der charakteristischen Arbeitswelt, auf der typischen Bühne, Eigenwille, der nicht schon zur Seite geworfen wurde, wird hundertprozentig dem Stück gewidmet. Keiner erwartet, dass der Darsteller Hintergrundinformation parat hat, denn diese sind dagegen nur so im Hintergrund darzustellen. Ausschließlich der Anschein von Kompetenz steht im Vordergrund. Sieht es aus, als arbeitet einer in Wirklichkeit mit Geheimnisse, sind Fehler rasch zuzugeben. Ob das Vorhandensein von Geheimarbeit einzugestehen ist, hängt nur davon ab, inwiefern solche angebliche beziehungsweise scheinbare Öffentlichkeiten den Zwecken des Bühnenwerks dienen.

Viele nehmen an, dass irgendeiner etwas über bestimmte vertuschte Zusammenarbeit zwischen anderen weiß, da nicht wenige geben so vor, in Besitz von in den Schoß gefallenen Informationen zu sein, spielen aber kokett mit Details. Die Konsumenten warten gespannt, als wäre immer die nächste Enthüllung signifikanter als halt hin und her auf den Brettern weiter, als stamme der Dialog aus der Einsicht, was für 'ne Rolle andere Rolle spielen. Vielmehr ist diese Kenntnis nicht vorhanden. Bewusst ist man allein angeheuert worden zu sein, um einen Job zu tun. Wirkt man kokett anhand vorgegebener Geheimsachen, hat er hiervon keine Ahnung. Jeder besitzt nur Eigenaufgabe abhängigen Informationen. Infos von Kollegen oder andere leuchten einem nicht ein.

Es gibt andere Spieler. Sie sind vom Spiel ausgeschlossen.


Monday, 9 October 2017

Gluttonily Greedily

It is said in certain corners here & there that today is a milestone birthday. It's not the day that grocery shoppers were loosed in the arteries of a waste of their own making, to snort & squeal their own way towards cleanups on aisle be damned if I'm gonna mop my own mess in addition to having to take over the task of schlepping my own wares to a checker not of my own damn choosing.

No, that day was one & one hundred years ago, a month ago or so. Today is the day we celebrate a storekeeper's official acquisition of the right to, I dunno, I guess get compensation from copycats? I'm patently no lawyer so can only wonder at the avarice level unleashed with that application as to how deep in dollars, and years yet to last, any ongoing remuneration.

I know of personal sloth afforded by bags & cans, but have personally seen the industrial diligence depicted in film segments on Sesame Street. How enchanting the wonder that brings beans to market! What I didn't know — though I'd been familiar enough with the country store in Westerns or the drugstore in Mayberry, Hollywood — was that fetching one's own Count Chocula abides a long proud tradition of outsourced labor... to the customer!

And what a way it was to have conceived it! You gotta envy the ingenuity. In all of our piggily wiggling, we're in fact sweating schmucks as if we don't need no stinking wages! They should be paying us to cart our shit to the stand! And for all these hundred years... I want revenge! Though I suppose in the world of legal predators, not forgoing the filling of one's own wagon might add up to signing off on a deal to forgo a paycheck for the right to engage in activities listed in Patent Number US1242872 A.

Lawyer up, people! I wanna see this shit go down!

Just who's doing the abiding here?

Saturday, 7 October 2017

Sing Same Old Saturday: Gun Control

Here's something I wrote two years ago this date. For context: while cries for control ring about, mongers stock has risen in deed, then guys who hawk the concept of security, the good folks who lobby for them, &, who knows, even those who just innocently muse. Disclosure: I don't care much about my personal freedom as it relates to open secret snooping or home inhuman security services, but I also don't care much for the commodification of compliant paranoid suspicion.

On the title: Don't have a gun & don't want one. If the strictest gun control were miraculously able to make it through the US Congress, that's fine with me. What might it look like? I see cocaine: a flawed analogy, in that you can't cap somebody from a thousand paces with a crack rock, but that won't stop the same formidable forces from flying it in, buying & selling it, and firing it up & trying. To great turnover. There's money in implausibly solvable problems and it's worth so much more than twenty-three modified melee machines and any freak who'd bet their hotel trip on 'em.

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Gun Control

When the US bombs a hospital, it's the Taliban's fault or at the Afghan coalition's behest. But a guy running amok on American students is the fault of gun laws.

The sickness that leads to the latter above is characteristically evident in the way a discussion of the former unfolds and is subsequently shaped. Never never never would the American intentionally target a hospital as a military objective. Unless they had good reason, of course. Ideological returns on what that all means may vary. At worst a mistake with vaguely criminal implications.

Ignored is the fact that the stated objective as it relates to tactical regional command and the individual action thereunder and, not of lesser importance, the governmental legislation or lack thereof that dictates an entire policy are not homogeneous.

Anybody old enough to remember the stories told by returning vets from Viet Nam can testify to the divergence in stated policy and coordinated action. In this case, soldiers often complained that they were kept in a state of stalemate. This is instructive, as the objective from highest above was not to win a conflict, but to maintain it. Why? Weapons and heroin. There were longterm goals, but it takes more than military labor to fund them.

Gee, what could Afghanistan have in common with that? The amount of money generated from weaponry in any conflict zone is significant, but it's usually only the cost to the taxpayer that's discussed in the media. And the amount of money generated by the opium trade is likewise significant, but the US would never traffic in that, would they?

The longterm strategy is a pipeline of a different kind. This funds itself as long as other resources flow. Now, you might ask, why would the US under such circumstances deliberately target a hospital? Well, for one thing, when you as a country release your dogs for any action, you cannot count on the logic of the warrior to maintain the philosophical code of fiction that defines the killing. Add to that the general stress of war over generations (in Afpak, 14 years and counting), then you lose even a semblance of the myth of decorum.

I'd like to say I don't know why the American can be so blind to recurring obvious precedents regarding their intelligence service's function as project manager of perpetual war profiteering, but I am aware that otherwise intelligent people get buried in the patriotic paradigm after a mere few formative years, let alone a lifetime of conditioning.

You don't have to be jingoistic to represent the worldview and mindset of the nationalist. Even anti-war folks claim to be "for the troops" with little-to-no real idea what the implications of this attitude are. Homies always get the benefit of the doubt.

The war's a ruse. Not that it doesn't produce plenty of terror. The most accomplished thing about Dick's Iraq was that he in all likelihood knew that by misattributing a moment's motif of simple numbered significance to real or imagined purveyors of WMD, the ongoing action in Afghanistan (and eventually everywhere else that would follow) would be last season's flop that nobody's watches even free on Yootoob. Because we all just know how it turned out: it was the Taliban's harboring of OBL & his Al Ciadydids that made the whole thing happen. The perps who hailed from the princely peninsula of persuasively profitable exchanges & agreements would be amused at their homeland's dealer's gun issues.

Why is it that Americans continue to pick which intelligence they believe and which intelligence is manufactured? Not one person prattling on about Sunni & Shia in Iran, Iraq, and Syria has a friggin' clue about the veracity of any intelligence. Not by the longest of shots.

I can't imagine why a nation waging war in hundreds of countries, killing by a conservative estimate two million people over a decade-and-a-half during which both allowable parties have enjoyed majorities and multiple terms would be a land where people occasionally shoot each other.

If one were to take an entirely dispassionate view of the world as it is today, they might suggest that the best form of gun control in America would be to let the Americans exhaust their munitions on each other to make the rest of the world a safer place. But, of course, the idea that Americans could exterminate themselves by running amok is as much a hyperbolic pipe-nightmare as it is that they might win a war on terror. Either one would be bad for business.

Tuesday, 3 October 2017

Kito Lorenc • 4 March 1938 – 24 September 2017

A giant of a wordsmith has gone to earth. As with grain growing toward its sun — this essayist & playwright and erstwhile editor & dramaturg, foremost bi-lyrical poet & constructor of verbs, decoder & developer of expression — this complete creator of meaning has set down not a last episode, but a lasting one.

Bestowed with the legacies of Heine & Hesse and Mann & Lessing, and Petrarca, Kito Lorenc must have been a perfecter of that which Ćišinski is reputed to've found in the lyricism of their West Slavic voice, not only digging up each definition by its roots but also spinning the pots in which to replant them.

He translated his own work and was astute enough in that art to be the first to unite his inherent & acquired German & Sorbian in verse. For, as he reckoned, one was good for visits to the public authorities and philosophical musings, the other for house and garden and the walnut tree in the yard.

Ich steh auf Messers Schneide
knietief in der Kreide
als fünftes Rad am Wagen
und will ein Schnippchen schlagen.

Auf dem Zahnfleisch krieche
ich in Teufels Küche.
Der Teufel malt mich an die Wand
und legt mir Feuer in die Hand.

Ich sauf im Sitzen Tinte,
werf Korn in meine Flinte,
streu Puder auf mein Haupt und jag
die Katze aus dem Klammersack.

Und wie’s mich juckt, so kommen
die Felle angeschwommen
mit Zähnen auf den Haaren,
die noch voll Suppe waren.

Kaum hab ich einen blassen Dunst
der Tuten- und der Blasenkunst,
da beißt die Maus den Faden ab,
der ich den Marsch geblasen hab.

from Wortland by Kito Lorenc (Leipzig Reclam 1984)

Sunday, 1 October 2017

Taken What's Given

The range of thinking that views the Pledge of Allegiance as anything from a harmless ode to good citizenry to an important expression of respect for liberty does not entail a range of thinking at all. Accepting that kindergarten children will be made to recite the pledge daily is nothing short of obedience to doctrinairism, which could not be more at odds with liberty and is anything but harmless.

One can debate direct and indirect causes of the current climate in American sports until Sunday, but it's not a disrespect for a flag or that for which it stands that cause offense to the patriot consumer of a football game. It is rather their centuries long acclimation to the national tolerance of feel-good patriotism that has led to this affront to their authoritarianism. It's hostility rooted in ahistorically based hubris.