Thank you to those who have helped me to understand that all those crumbling towers were most likely biblical, for I am as ignorant as I am heaven-sent.
My rotting teeth are another story. Teeth aren’t as sacred I guess as architecture.
When all else fails drug dealers make the music.
The trumpet calls, and yes yes yall’s; the empress wears a Fifty cap.
Blue in the face angel play the ledge closely.
Divide up by fighting tribes.
Watch them waddle back and forth lighting fires.
Flat line fetish had her feathers fanned out.
Follow the breadcrumbs back to back.
Up on your porch, I was on the ladder walking by my hinges back to the very last rafter.
Alive with a medicine of mine’s.
Pace like molasses stretch past us.
End Quote
Reprise
Hunger Quota
Reprise
Where the burglars slept – same place the angels wept…
Bottom up; shallow end, three feet…
There are discomforting stories of our time(s). It is easier to sit and not talk about it.
Hopefully; able to run the full nine…
If a revisionist glosses over history to advance an agenda, an ideology, a text…
Like, telling someone that slaves were really happy with slavery – quite happy, and this advancement of ideology becomes a part of our moral compass, our psychology, something morally unjust just happened.
If we do it right (???) there can be sincerity, a humility to our work, so it is best that we had best take a good look at what is bubbling up here.
To be sheerly academic and establish an importance…
To propose a thesis, juxtapose that with an antithesis, and render a synthesis – to be sheerly academic.
Maybe, we just used the structure of science to raise finer questions.
What is happening? There has been a breakdown in the modernist ideal(s) of thought, character, and practice. As a society we witnesses and took part in the development of modern industrial societies, followed by the rapid growth of cities, followed by the horror of WWI.
Reprise > Incorporation > Rewriting > Recapitulation > Revision > Parody in new forms.
Under the breakdown of modernist ideal(s) there is a reluctance to commit.
Maybe, this loss of commitment operates under the guise of objectivity.
Maybe, there are dogmatic goals underneath passive objectivity.
To be sheerly academic, maybe it is best to sit a minute and scientifically project an idea, giving credibility to the idea and that which it has been built upon, supported by previous work of merit that has been accepted into our common knowledge – greater credibility, a way to present finer questions and their dogmatic goals.
There are issues of defect at play here – the breakdown of collective ideals, like the explosion of a Japanese city/cities and the long slow death of a terminal disease.
There is a repository of trash, but wait there are people living there, but wait slaves were certainly not happy with slavery. Many of our ancestors stole their smiles, maybe that’s why teeth are plated in gold.
Maybe our work is really quite beyond the revisionist’s dynamic of reporting/concealing; it is about a slow sort of warfare.
Hopefully, Dasia wins. Hopefully, she gets the green light, a blue ribbon, a trophy, a sense of emancipation, a smile. Maybe she’s you; a dollar for a moving target, because we can identify.
There is a cat and mouse game at the feet/feat of titans clashing:
Revisionist > Conceal
VS.
Revise > Reveal
Our greatest strengths are usually the source of our greatest weaknesses, and it is easy for us to shy away from the conceptual element(s) in our work, and hide behind the poetic with objective passivity.
But / And
It is important/imperative to bring the work that has been made back to the community that produced the components. Otherwise, we are stealing smiles, or advancing an ideology at the expense of others by not committing.
Careful, my grandfather was a Freemason. In fact, he was Grand Master in Mexico City; I’m the fourth in the lineage.
Careful, I’m not stealing smiles like my ancestors.
Careful, loose lips maybe just sank Columbus; Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria; hopefully, hope floats.
But really, my aim in this on-going sort of engagement is/was to expose the slow sort of warfare that I had been witnessing.
Hopefully, it is okay to be slightly ironic in the choice of a title: A Revisionist’s Draft.
Because, brick by brick, that’s just the way the game goes.
Because, these are opposable thumbs completely cognizant of opposable forces and their bureaucracy – best we be nimble.
Because, our ideas/objects have been shaped, sized, and worn to differing degrees by life.
Where the burglars slept – same place the angels wept…
Bottom up; shallow end, three feet…
P.S. We are really, really lucky if someone is able to call us out on our frailties.
P.S.S. We are really, really lucky if we are there to hear them do it.