The Props Of Ganda

Gargantua Effigies posture in house of mirrors fractal screens
Eunuch Mantis opens (smug mouth bought and paid for in secret pacts)
Barbered, tailored ineffectual posturing icons of bilge refuse
Squat atop the squandered heap for years on end 
Infinitesimal gods of vacuous lies worshiped by the hot wired mass
Locked in chaotic revolutions of sick hypnosis
Sold to the service of darkly, selfish fools...




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-06-14 at 01:09

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Jeffrey Z Rothstein
Nice poem! Great image of simulacrum incarnated as 'Gargantua effigies,' preening before the cultural-fun-house mirror, and ignoring the machinations of power that probably created and inflated them in the first place. Sounds like the sort of Baudrillardian observations, of how cultural distortions emerge and take shape that people like Mark Dery and Erik Davis penetrate in their analytical interventions and toe-nibblings. The dynamic element of the process is captured perfectly in the disequilibrium of a "hot wired mass locked in chaotic revolutions of sick hypnosis." If Baudrilard's 'America' could be given a new epigraph to wear like a sparkling Burger King crown atop its multi-eyed head, this would be it. And yes, that is definitely intended as a compliment.
2014-06-14


Nabeela Altaf
Okaay...now this is something my teeny tiny grey matter is incapable of comprehending.
2014-06-14