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News :: Globalization
Syllogomanie
23 Aug 2014
“It is that in truth they were not the wealths to the direction where we hear it at our times and in our capitalist mentalities. The wealths were as marvellous appearances of a passionately pleasant life as the moment of death did not denature. ”

Philippe Ariès (1914-1984) “Tests on the history of death in Occident of the Middle Ages at our days” With the Editions of the Threshold (1975)

It was a time, when radium
For health, it was height
It is what one said
Whereas all, already, cancelled it
Then with the whole radium
Came the atomic, optimum whole
Because when is bombarded a uranium atom
By a neutron, it is an explosion
And each bombarded uranium atom
Two other neutrons will release
It is the chain reaction
Detonation of the atomic explosion which breaks out
But for the army, the radioactivity
That was without danger
Thus, it is after an atomic test
That was turned, it is tragic
In 1953, in a radioactive desert
The film “the conqueror” it is not fictitious
With (1907-1979) fire John Wayne, if reactionary
And other guinea-pigs of a true war
Who later paid it
220 were part of the team of turning
And there were among it great devastations
91 died of the continuations of a cancer
Of which Wayne, 46 of various diseases
And a pinhead is filled
Of one hundred billion billion atoms, a hell
And at least 300 nuclear tests
Who from of nothing dissuaded
They are blunt the soldiers!
Not counting the accidents
Of a scorning couldn't-give-a-damn attitude
Like B52 which in 1968, in America, was crushed
With 4 hydrogen bombs inside
And from the plutonium dispersed with all-goes
To prepare the war, it is charming
Maintaining all is supposedly controlled
But the nuclear reactors can explode!
And of waste, civilians or soldiers
Never one will be able to get rid, not to conceal it
And at the bottom, everywhere, there is fire
Our nervous coding
Is the result of a social coding
Governs, birth with death, by the capital
The techno-industrial commercial spectacular company
With its people, plays his hopscotch
All its surface irradiates gall
Who is made pass for honey
There remains only the imaginary one
For the really revolutionary revolution
And not jokes of the revolutions reactionaries
To suck the centres of all the announcers
That after them our pricks empty
All stuck-up girls with the raised skirt
For the eyes, finally to rinse itself
Lastly, women running after the men
To capture them, deceive them, with all the volumes
In the alienation which is general
Erotic humour passes for abnormal
Right should be thought, to be a clone
Of any company, any fauna!
Not astonishing
That the ex-USSR, carried out a test
With its larger bomb in altitude
In 3 months, via fire (1921-1989) Andreï Sakharov, in study
And on October 30th, 1961, a really ugly trick
Bend H of 27 tons and 50 megatons
The madness never is not astonished
To answer the made in the USA
Or Castle Cheer, bends H of 15 megatons
The first March 1954, which silly thing, ugh
On the atoll of Bikini, which remained voiceless about it
In 2014, it is always uninhabitable
As will become to it the whole world, it is indubitable
It is a restricted and generalized syllogomanie
Who of any uselessness makes utility
So many things and objects
We could do
And this for the life, without any misdeed
But we learned how to have, to hoard money!
Each country is égocentré
And in full inhumanity
So for example, of paludism
A child dies every thirty seconds
Masochist and sadist are our world
That we create each day
And with which we make all kinds of court!
Our world present announces even its future catastrophes
In televised films or documentaries
What is hidden there, it is that we are already in the catastrophe
What expects us is already there
And to leave the ship nobody will be able it!
Each year, a step moreover, towards the chasm
No true blooming in capitalism
That is only the paradise of the artifices!
Of all that, any ideology is accessory
Of all that, any religion is accessory
Of all that, any property is accessory
Of all that, any authority is accessory
Any film is propaganda
Any novel is the emolument
And I am neither desperate nor despairing
It is our world which is desperate and despairing
A world of waste and desolation, it is quite disturbing!
We are satisfied with what we have
Never, really, we do not have what we want
In love, in friendship, with the money, all is faked
As for the ages, the classes are quite separate
Our lives, by the capital, are organized
And our desires, our desires, our pleasures, the capital can condition them!
If not, all could be liked
If not, all could be done
In an overall libertarian company
Or all would be perfectly levelling
History of mentalities
Mentalities of the History
Death is all the more hidden there
Or then denied or refused
That any human life is failed
In various gears, and any paid activity
The language of the separation
Is the separation of the language
Our luggage are filled with death
As in our heads and our bodies
Death is not our future or of another time
Death is always of our present
Or then, the only death which is worth
To destroy all its faults
It is to die immediately
And this without any escape
With the prejudices, the value judgments, the commonplaces
Neither woman, neither man, nor child, but the human being
Mentalities have a history
Times, places, areas and countries, it is the fair
Automatisms, determinisms, various conditionings
All that in fact part, inevitably, lies
But for all, one needs a beginning
For finally making differently!

Patrice Faubert (2014) puète, peuète, pouète, paraphysician (http://patrice.faubert.over-blog.com/) Stalemate says the guest on “hiway.fr”

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