The Kidnap and Murder of David Cameron
In response to the massive and murderous raft of cuts being introduced by the State and local authorities (ConDem AND New Labour - NOTE) this month, I'm reposting this poem from the great Sean Bonney. Words that begin to approximate to how so many people feel right now, I'm guessing.
after Rimbaud: The Kidnap and Murder of David Cameron
I think it was probably some kind of terrible mistake. He’d howl all through the night, bloodshot and ridiculous: “I am not to blame. Prison, slavery, luxury. Crowbars and magistrates. Metaphors and factories”. I didn’t know what he expected from me: his thought-processes were mysterious, his logic slightly disturbing, all I could do was laugh in his face. Each morning I would clamber out the window, and wander through a landscape of geometrical music, a galaxy of vaguely corrosive stereotypes. State bureaucrats, military prisons. I had compressed all centuries, the better to see into his bones, the insipid cultural signals that had bound us together so strangely.
Sleep was no better. I’d turn out the light and his voice would be all that remained, rumbling like an imageless space, like surgery, an immense collection of shattered and pilfered hours. His idiotic dreams cut through me at impossible angles, finance and real estate shredded and negated. We had been walking together for centuries, sucking on stones, on cavern gas, on corked wine and planetary diagrams. I had meant it as a kindness: to tear out his heart, throw it to the dogs and to the homeless. The songs of heaven, the secrets of history, the kidnap and murder of David Cameron. Steal away.
after Rimbaud's Vagabonds
Sean Bonney
http://abandonedbuildings.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/a...
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