Money is not our god...

More of the same song and dance. I've been talking with a friend of mine who is project manager about the role of poetry in life.

She said it is whole lotta bollocks rolling in the back end. I think she's right even though she doesn't get it.

The thing - it is all about breaking through, fighting the conditioning of the establishment.
Of course it is bullshit. how else would pure distillation of language be perceived by grounded and continuously pounded folks who operate on templates and act on cut and paste, who are numbed out to the point of incompatability with the thing? Seriously, would you expect anything else?
And then she said "well, i'm making more than all of your poets combined". Yeah, for sure. Let me tell you something.

Back in the day, i was paid for an article in low nominal banknotes - ones and twos and some fives. There were like two hundred of them - really big pack. and most of them were worn out real bad.
Some of them were rejected at stores. It was frustrating. And then i remembered about spocking technique, took a marker and wrote some texts on these wornout bills. Because what else you can do?
The early ones were right in the "obey" alley. But it got old on the third bill. Quoting Barbara Krueger in ukrainian is like brushing teeth - nothing special, except it still stinks pretence.Then i went for zen koans, it was fun while it lasted. after i ran out of wise-sounding words, i've dropped some random words and exclamations. It was some henry rollins reads ee cummings stuff - vagabond weasel kazoo abbattoir and so on.

After i was done - i had a hundred or so defaced bills. It looked like a brick going undercover and pretending to be a piece of sliced bread.

I stapled it together and dropped at the nearby coffeeshop. I've bought a largest cup of tea imaginable and went to the corner. The reaction was weird.

A group of hipsters decided to find who did it because it was disrespectful. They were freaking out because of some barely intact defaced cash. You couldn't even buy a good coffee for that sum in that coffeeshop. But they were furious.

They attracted a lot of people to the thing - they were showing what an atrocity it was, how tasteless and witless it was and people were like yeah whatever moving on. After a while they cooled off and started to feel awkward. They couldn't do anything with those bills. Eventually, they left it alone. But it took them like three hours and they looked shellshocked .

It felt like victory.