Evan Hawthorn's Blog

Evan Hawthorn's Blog
(visual aid by Christian Schloe)

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

*>>>* the contrary parody of conventional intentions; *<<<* * a descant of disenchantment *


in the vested West

(where hypocrisies
doctor
"democracies",

laundering
freedom's
apostasy

in
theocracies
of
"economy")

the carved and
starving uninformed

are uniformly fed

a despotically insistent,

covetously weeded,

consistently excreted

carcinogen drenched diet

from the spillings
of tillaged
pillage,

the cleaving rantings
of
dander expanding pander,

the misgiven leavings
of
focus atrophied
conceit,

and the
posh-sloshing
whitewash

of whole hog,
troth-betrothed,

vain-planed,
privilegesplained,

fracture-tractioned
and
faction-distractioned,

waning
reign
of
disdain
sustaining

brainwashing

(from worth's
turfed

indispensabled
birth)

tailored
to
hem
them in

by
the cloaked,
clocking blocking
of
stick beticked earnings;

the industrious churning
of angst-ridden yearnings;

a passive
exclusion
from
intrusion's
charred spurnings

(kept in reserve
for deeper
alienation's
hyphens and shadings);

and
the carefully
vectored
spectre

of
festering,
re-indenturing

securitied
insecurities.

*

every aspect
of
'popular culture'

sees to this;

the raison d'être

of
blithe exception's
snidely
prideful,

wild west
besting,

arresting investiture,

refined
since the first

world
war
lost.

















*

considering further,

the furtive
spurtings
of abuse,

a deafness
of pontification
at its
most obtuse,

and
the bobbing,
hobbling

syncopated
justification

for
absurdly
skirting
herdings

and dust laden contests

over blustering gusts
of illusory power

in the
"mine"
entwined

spiraling
lines

passed
for
parenting

from 
one
generation

to the vexed
perplexed
next,

factoring
in

the always on offer
ecclesiastic coffers

from
Reverend Fealty Feelgood's

magicked bag
of
fantastic elastic

righteously
arighting
and
reversibly emphatic

instructional, dysfunctional
illumined
masturbation,

depressions,

repressions,

and
sexting
impressings;

that aluminum sidling
of plastic didactics

manipulated
into

the tide minding,
bind hiding,

writhing,
un-abiding

sidewindings
of
religion,

the
wonder
is

that anyone

is halfway sane

at all.



*

a few minutes
consumed

perusing "the news"

or swallowing
the
desensitized
inoculations

and clone droned
normalizations

of those
empirical
indoctrinations

called "action films" or "drama"

(not to mention
exempt contempt's
discarding yard sale
of
distortion's purported,
monopolized "reality")

ought to convince
even
an accidental

unaligned peer
amidst
slipping gears

(with ears ajar
enough
to
hear

the knell
of
the spell)

that
forever out of season

proportion and reason

are scarcely apportioned

to the fell
common wells

in the
abandoned reeling weal

of dumbed-down dells

at all.




*

given the
copious, unseemly appendage

of discouraged,
upending,
undernourished courage,

unchanneled,
unfunneled,
unempaneled vision,

and relative absence
of pre-obsessed

shutter cluttered
"self"
possession

entailed
in
seeing past

the predictably human
predilection

for the inventive
preventative
pratfalls

thrust by
evasive projection

in order to grapple with

(or even
come to see)

the collective deceptions
conveniently packaged

by the
editing pitch
of the
oligarch patriarchs'

invasive
incorporation
of
patriotic lunacy,

from
where
i glance, askance

common
is

to
sense

as
military

to
intelligence;

the
"world's policeman"

to
equality's disruptors

discovering democracy;

the
clutch of "Christian" churches

to
revolution's outcast

founder oloveocracy;

and
Hollywood's
spoon-fed crooning

that crowned thy 'good guys',

(and bound those 'othered'hoods)

to
a
chance
happened
stance

in
step
with
fraternity

for the war weary
time of crime's

unrhyming of chimes

in that place without space

where angels
i
imagine

unentrance
the
dance

in a barely seeded,

rarely heeded,

desperately needed,

SuperPower superseded

incandescent drop

of compassion's unconditional,

wholly unconventional,

at long last
unexceptional,

humanity-infected
and
un-dis-connected

decency.

* ******* *** ******* *** ******* *
- Evan Hawthornthe 4th of August, 2018



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