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memories
of weakness
of missiles
of the blurred hero
of the documentary and the fiction
of the actors in newsreels
of the punishment of devils
of the worship of superstition
memories
of art which promises to tell the truth
of artists who are busy saying:
"this is a world where one idea,
is as good as any other;
let's pick the one that sells"
memories
of the films about peace
of the films about tolerance
of the films that never made it to TV
a TV filled with only one solution
one solution:
violence
memories
of art that sells us cars
and hamburgers
and fighter jets
and terrorists
and ice cream
memories
of the art that tells me how to feel when i get up
and put on my deodorant
and my smile
and the plain clothes of the "us" that no one really is
and go
go to my job in this democracy
democracy!
and i spend eight hours where i can not vote
and i keep my mouth shut if i know what's good for me
and i pretend
pretend to be someone who is necessary
memories
of god, of meaning, of suffering
of profit
of my cooperation, my compromise, my selfishness, my greed,
my food, my house, my love, my life
my anger
my despair
memories
of my dependence
my dependence
on my silence
in this film i am the censor and i do it well
because
because i know:
in the next office, and the next office, and the next office
my boss, and his boss, and his boss
sit
waiting
waiting in their offices
waiting there
to pull the trigger
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