Thursday 12 February 2015

diarrhea and soup salad



So
Here is the thing
If you are forced to call diarrhea soup salad this is where the confusion starts
Imagine – u r in a café in hackney, nice fancy and organic, there s the menue, and it says soup salad- you like soup salad, and you get diarrhea- that s not to say you get what you deserve nor what u asked for. So the waiter brings u a bowl of bowels. And you protest but I order soup salad and they tell you yes that s what we call soup salad.
It s a bit like democracy- only more complicated; when I went to the demonstration a few years back, against the war in Iraq, everyone was there; I remember I got off at hyde park station and I got the chills instantly, and I still get them now just by thinking about it. It really felt good- and I ve never felt so proud to be a Londoner, live in this city where we all, for once, gave a shit.
It really felt good.
The downside of it all I guess is that it s when u know that s not democracy, nothing happened, war took place, you know, we all got back to work.
My point is that, the only time tescos actually shut- apart from half an hour on new years, was when the riots took place. Yes it was scary,but it kind of should be. It s the world we are living at the moment. It was the most political act I ve ever seen and I was struggling as to why I felt so good about it. Then- the irony- we had a middle class mummys demonstration in stoke Newington, yesyes against the riots. Ah that s when u know who u wanna be seen with. The thing is we were all happy tescos was shut for half an hour no? can we all agree with that for a moment?
What I suggest we do is fuck, in an orderly fasion, read the art of making sex sacred, join our local kundalni yoga class, and – for the love of god- stop fighting with each other and decide things like/ today we occupy shell, tomorrow we occupy tesco, and in the end we ask the whales what they think- as they are very clever species. Let s just have fun in this planet, praise the earth, salute the sun, and feel blessed that we are alive and we can make a difference. We need to understand that what we are doing is highly a political, we contribute to nuclear disaster since we are not actively fighting against it, and to be fair, it don’t see what else we could do. Why u still there?? Start a blog, a meeting, leave your work and go stand in front of the bank for the rest of the day, we are a lot, and we are everywhere, and we are all dissatisfied for the same reasons.
Do u remember in titanic, where the ship was sinkng, the guy went to the rescue boat man and told him he s an artistocrat and he could give him lots of money, and the boat man said- it doesn’t matter, right now.
Well if u are an aristocrat, you are probably thinking you ll get away with it, but u wont mate. We will all sink we re in the same boat- the fascinating thing is that right now, you can buy me a cup of tea from the local tea makers, and we can all but all- withdraw all our money from the bank, put them in a nice ethical bank if there is such thing, or just keep them under our pillow- and give a shit about these children in Iraq and iran and afganistan- like they were our own middle class children in the prams. Cos otherwise, there ll be a day, when they are four, and they re watching tv, that they ll ask what we doing with this child dying on the screen eaten by flies, and we ll have to say, we re making blood pudding.
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