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Target for Spit

When nations grow old
the Arts grow cold
And Commerce settles on every tree
--William Blake
Those who work their lives away should have little reason to celebrate the pillar at the southwest entrance to the Lloyd Center Mall. This insidious column of giant coins inscribed with capitalist proverbs, pompously titled "Capitalism" as if we didn't already get it, appears more like a snide parody of the totem pole than an invention of the creative imagination.

It is indeed capitalism -- atomizing us through forced labor -- that is at the center of today's social order. A web of blood and sweat founded on empty promises, capitalism deceitfully veils the suffering it churns with ideas of prosperity and consumption, encoding us with delusions of potential grandeur. No amount of shopping can save you from the misery it produces. No quantity of property will make your life or your neighbor's any more complete. For what is capitalism but a huge lethal diversion from our real desires, our real lives?

Obviously a product of official art, this pillar of coins pays homage to the misery of the people. It is a symbolic representation of the neurotic, expansionist, war-mongering, class-based character of the American dream. In disgust, we, surrealists, cordially invite each and every insurgent worker and dispossessed to convene on this stick in the mud, and utilize it -- until further notice -- for a more appropriate purpose: as a target for spit!

The exploitive social relationship it praises relies solely on our cooperative subordination. Its destruction will depend on our joint insubordination! In honor of the material hammers of the imagination we call for a jailbreak out of this open-air prison of work and grief, and into a society of poetry, laziness, and love!

The Portland Surrealist Group
May Day 2004

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The world is a Business 01.May.2004 10:53

Ned

This is a slightly bastardized rant from the 1976 Best Picture "Network".

It still holds true today.. (deal with it).



It is the international system of currency which determines the vitality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today.

The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country in oil money, and now they must put it back. It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity. It is ecological balance. You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems; one vast, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro dollars, Euros, Yen, Rubles, Shillings and Pounds.

You get up and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT, and AT&T, and Microsoft, Anheuser-Busch, Sony, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.

The world is a business, It has been since man crawled out of the slime. Our children will live, to see that perfect world in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality -- one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock -- all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused.

Oh Nutty Ned You 01.May.2004 11:55

dandelion

so right on, and far from the truth in one comment.
oh nutty ned you
you embrace the reality of existance, steping out of denial only to jump head first into the indoctranation that controls your every thought.

drowning in your own acceptance, you surface for a second of clarity in which you make that all-so important conclusion about reality, only to slip under the surface once more.

your children will be slaves, as will mine. they will wake up, and work, then sleep, then do it again. they will be taught to fuck, and reproductive rights will be gone, their children thus providing more cannon fodder for the global machine. once the resources run out, and capatilism continues, your children's own bodies will become the products, for they will be all that is left to trade.

there will be no stock, no lack of boredom, their will only be one species locked into the machine of capitalism.

Oh Nutty Ned you, your so right though, it's all O.K... why worry, breath deep, our children will be so much better off.

saturday afternoon haiku 01.May.2004 18:30

ed harley

krispy kreme drive-by

donuts, blood, fanfare
commerce persists in spite of
krispy kreme drive-by

no. there isn't. 02.May.2004 10:06

this thing here

>There is only one holistic system of systems; one vast, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars.<

how can the above respond to the below?:

'When nations grow old
the Arts grow cold
And Commerce settles on every tree
--William Blake'

it cannot.


>There is only one holistic system of systems; one vast, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars.<

how can the above respond to the below?:

'No amount of shopping can save you from the misery it produces. No quantity of property will make your life or your neighbor's any more complete. For what is capitalism but a huge lethal diversion from our real desires, our real lives?'

it cannot respond.


and that is because there is more to this human existence on this earth than economics alone could ever hope to explain.

thanks to the portland surrealist group for their response to this statue, and for posting the william blake quote, which i had not read before, and also for posting this piece in the fist place.