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Eastlit (Thailand), n7, June 2013

Kroly Sndor Pallai

good night Corea

on the folds of far-eastern moutain rages, a child is sitting arrogantly and offended. a

giant baby playing with atomic lollipop, clattering and clinking loudly, rumbling,

stamping his feet. his howling terrifies the world. military exercices and war

simulation of an extremely dangerous, disturbed power. a desiccated, increasingly

instable nation, high voltage isolation in a region of strategic importance. a state

frozen long before, fanatic short-sightedness ready to blaze forth and erupt. a

terrorizing focal point of uranium enrichment and atomic threat. blocked cellphones,starving masses reduced to servility. thermonuclear redemption? intoxicating

heaven. an ultranationalized, racially biased nation. glorious crowds march sedated,

brainwashed by gigantic statues, burying the sounds of millions of throats strangled

by barbed wire. the earth is ravaged by the steps of patients released from hospital to

take part in compulsory social activities and applauding marches for the greater

glory of the state. the sunset is drawning in the yelling of propaganda rhythms and

cheering songs glorifying the leader, covering the crackling of the wizened skin of

the starving millions, the wailing of masses in the concentration camps, the

rumbling and clattering of the refugees. a falsified and distorted glory, a perilous

riddle.

homage to Ai Weiwei

this world is pulmonic. cancer of the larynx, metastasis circulating through the

bloodstream, spreading to other tissues and organs: paralyzed, poisoned and

infected by untold words, concealed truths. break free, lets break the silence. this agedesperately needs subversive creation and social action. the world wriggles

convulsively in mental and spiritual spasms, with a face covered with abscess,

towards a new, hopeful philosophy? how old, weary, parched, infertile, poisoned,

unintelligent, meaningless and sick can we become of all these artificial ingredients,

colouring matters, emulsifiers, stabilizers and gelling agents? are we accidental, pure

fantasies ruining our ardently loved or abhorred cities. life can be an act of

concealment or of revelation and radiation. were struggling in the shower and

shambles of flesh-eating insects, bombs and faked, mediatized angelic salutations. in

the earthquakes of China, in your earthquakes. is it true that a phenomenon of

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considerable feminization of men can be observed recently? is there a mysterious,

secret inverse proportionality between the increase of life expectancy and

unconscious being, dementia and the ever-growing stupidity? touch screens, fast

food restaurants and insecurities replace philosophy and conscious, critical living. no

need to put more energy into it? only to drive to the nearest mall, to reach for theremote control and chill out. no protest, no cursing, no resistance, just keep pressing

little gadgets. and if, despite all the precautions, the activity of the brain manifests on

our face, well have an instant lunch-time procedure, a liposuction and an

internationally certified no neuronal activity chip implant. just to make sure that

we join the crowd of collective mildew, that we wont have a cerebral hemorrhage

after having been beaten by the police, just like you, that we wont go missing,

arrested, detained and interrogated secretly, just like you. to make sure that were

vaccinated against critical thinking and that well only remember you in our farest,

hidden cerebral convolutions. dont we all have to be just like you if we want to

reconquer the lost meaning?

East Timor

a mutilated dove of peace writhing like a lunatic refugee fleeing vicious militias.after centuries of foreign rule and decades of recolonization life is much like a

life-and-death battle with carnivore bacteria, withstanding political andhumanitarian leukemia, muddling through putrid, shooting clouds. electionmonitors, forced deportation, armed forces bathing in blood and intimidation. aterrorized, plucked, cancerous dove of peace putting its wings to the test: amicroscopic, raw liberty, a spiral of confession and residual fear. sweeping clean,making disappear the political opposition; flesh torn, undiluted threat eating thebones. spiritual and mental endurance was double-checked with x-ray andcomputer tomography. undulating wordlessness, unfiltered nidor of grilledbodies sacrified at the hallway of maturity and tolerance, for the establishment ofa sustainable economic structure. to stand firm in the hugs of razors, picks and

axes, to stand bail for the imprisoned and mangled, to be a sacrificial lamb givento the tellers of votes and to UN peacekeepers in remembrance of the maturityexhibited through the electoral process. will we hear out these voices?