Bourgeois resolution. A poem in Three Voices for added 4th part Harmony.

 

 
This poem is about the pedagogy of the oppressed it represents all that I have come to understand about representative democracy and the disjoint between Power, Power relations and Political Power. Politicians claiming Democratic objectives in the interests of the Constituents of the communities they represent but actually patronize. This is the Tension between Elites from Grande Bourgeois to Petit Bourgeoise and their aversion to all forms of popular expressions of solidarity by the Working Class. Anything outside the boundaries set by the Bourgeoisie sensibilities and aesthetic mores of the Political and Chattering classes is deemed vulgar and viscous in the Vice full sense.
As with the revolution, the resolution will be Live.
We interrupt your discord to bring you this resolution
from popular consciousness.
 
A trailer to the Three-Voice Poem
Bourgeois resolution.
A poem in Three Voices for added 4th part Harmony.

Inspired by The society of the spectacle by Guy De Bord and the updated version linked.

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Cricket Appleseed
Published on 15 Apr 2016
Everything that was directly lived has receded into representation.
The Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord (1973) dub fr sub eng
Augustine Joyce ublished on 7 Jan 2013
La Société du Spectacle (Society of the Spectacle) is a black and white 1973 film by the Situationist Guy Debord based on his 1967 book of the same title. It was Debord’s first feature-length film. It uses found footage and detournement in a radical criticism of mass marketing and its role in the alienation of modern society.
The 88 minute film took a year to make and incorporates footage from feature films, industrial films, news footage, advertisements, and still photographs.[1] The films include The Battleship Potemkin, October, Chapaev, The New Babylon, The Shanghai Gesture, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Rio Grande, They Died with Their Boots On, Johnny Guitar, and Mr. Arkadin, as well as other Soviet films.
A PDF form in tabulated format is available as the poem is concieved as a Matrix which can be read in columns as single voices or sequentiually as a dialogue.
The PDF will be available for download for Patreon subscribers or customers on Amazon. The formatting for the downloads will be completed hopefully by the end of this weekend.
 
 
 
 
Bourgeois resolution.
A poem in Three Voices for added 4th part Harmony.
Synthesis Speaks to introduce, And Thesis, Anti Thesis and Synthesis dialogue
The conversation revolves and we find
Revolution plagiarizes past mistakes.
In Consensus the three Voices resolve and entreat your contribution dear reader for a fourth part, shall we harmonIse.
Synthesis.
Start here with your own experience. Bring here your
open mind and trust your instinctive feeling for truth.
As resolution of discord demands a return to the tonic. The Tonic for our dissonant condition is a harmonic resolution to the Chord of Nature.
6/8 bb :
 Thesis.
In a diary of a nobody, Mr Pooter,
is everyman and woman. Striving.
Petit Bourgeois, discordant with
their lot, in earnest to impress.
Anti Thesis
Life liberty and the pursuit of happiness,
inalienable rights , the laws of Nature
and of natures god.A constitution
written for a usurping class, claiming
authority, a reflection of common sense, 
and pained to see. This revolution of , by and for Whom?
Synthesis.
As the victor writes history so the powerful pass laws to satisfy their own ends. Power only represents the powerful.
Moyenne Bourgeoise and Grande
Haute Bourgeoise. A Class cuisine, Escoffier
Classical Aspiration. One acquires,
A bourgeoise aesthetic, Petit Bourgeoise Sycophancy.
Will the Chef of the constitution,
Taste his own cooking.
Does he as a class walk the walk and talk the talk
Or is it ; do as I say and not as I do.
An appeal always made, at once
to Authority.Follow faithfully, blindly.
Ask they who would your bidding do. Listen to your life’s story, History, His History will not be yours? Be heard.
Pygmalion’s elocution for the ordinaire.
Les rois et philosophes merde-et
ainsi de faire des dames. Conventional
pieties of the extraordinaire, Elite.
Écoute Et Répète, Listen and repeat
Learn by rote and do not question,
To Each that has shall be given,
those who hath not will be punished,
Know ones betters and issue scripted
speech when spoken too, Obsequious.
Do not blanche before appearance of grandeur.
Pompous ceremony seeks to silence chafing curiosity.
How readily the pecking order
has regiments in line , volunteers
to a false consciousness of liberation by
societies consumptive ills, Polysemous
At the sign, Obey and join the
que. Wait your turn and receive
your due. Punch the clock and
Answer the bell. Ask not for whom
the bell tolls, The bell rings the benefit
makes a gift of what is rightfully yours.
The hand that gives also takes away. Often the gift
merely returns that which was stolen from you.
Citizens within a polity, city state
yet the peasants range free of sophistry
Freemen in the confined spaces
offer conformity to the graduated mould.
Glamorous flashing city lights
Suburbia within commute of higher
Dreams. A stairway to real Estate heaven.The only Ladder, oh to be
upon the bottom rung and rise.Dreams for mortgage, no hostage to Fortune.
Sophistication often masques ignorance. The humble and rustic often belies an appreciation of what truly is.
Calliopsis or Magnesia where poets
slave to familiar rhymes and themes
Not golden or silver words but workmanlike
fashion hymns of safe iron and copper.
On The city on the hill,
Songs sung to green and pleasant lands
My Country Right or wrong
Patriotic duty, above the evidence
heroic deeds, laurels earned
Myths of Wagnerian operatic spectacle.
Behind the claimed reality
of how things are lies a deeper truth clothed in the noble lie. He deceived by the noble lie is excluded as unworthy of an opinion.
Where Stockholm once commanded
St-Petersberg in that peculiar syndrome
did the people know of freedom, which noble lies
will accommodate the others’, too Slumber.
A common purpose, to ideals,Shared
and narrated from Cradle to grave.
History written in our victorious mood
Always times distant, always yesterday
A better day , a past nostalgic searching
For a future, yet to become tomorrow.
Being keen to please and seeking approval from authority feeds ego and starves the real self.
An irony of words pretending a meaning
which no longer holds and yet
serves to bind a convention, a grip
that hampers the gait, Barre the pedestrian.
Witty Double entrendre to pacify,
Laughing at the otherness, not of
our own genre. Bending of wills
or an ends of a means which makes
a meaner mind , setting examples
Cruelty for kindness sake, who´s End?
The devil takes the hindmost. Trampling upon the unfortunate excuses elitist privilege. There but for the grace of privilege
go they!
Self censored by a Mean temperament
no longer just and a bespoke Key
The city gates envelop to constrain
Invention no longer a prize, only too fit.
Which mode of government befitting
The cadence of Timocracy, Oligarchy
or the tyranny of democracy, Which?
A key to unlock the wealth of timbre
Trusting in the chastity of greed
the diabolas in musica. Descend below.
Discord or overbalance
corrects naturally. In a system where gross imbalance and discord is evident are we to believe that harmony was ever thus.
As poets slave to the set rythym
so a ruling Class Slaves to support
its very tyranny, no purpose theirs,
tis only to own be owned and Owe.
There is no Alternative, leave behind
your utopian dreams of youth, Grown,
reality demands that you sing Our
democratic song making it your own.
No third , way. Just the chord of power.
Ambiguous, A Capitalist mode production.
Power is an end in itself.
Seeking power to reform injustice is a contradiction in terms. For harmonious consensus all voices must
strike a chord.
Oh such discordance felt heard seen
demanding resolution. Harmonies equal
in temperament to guide back home
to the unity. One full revolution
Tracing the musical image in
Camra obscura, inverted and
opposite, do you see what it is yet
As the tonic marks a tranquil resting
place so conformity leaves us resolved
resiled and not reconciled Trapped
Power relations beget power relations, As the wheel of history turns repeating mistakes of previous revolutions.
As the wheel turns a revolution
as a harmony resolves Resolution
A new hub for human consciousness.
Not the machine now but organic.
Yours to follow little people
Know your place and praise
Elite heroes, distant an shimmering
As all mirages inspire the thirsty
to crawl into the oasis of illusion
squeezing blood from exhausted humanity.
As resolution of discord demands a return to the tonic. The Tonic for our dissonant condition is a harmonic resolution to the Chord of Nature.
The conversation has revolved and we find
Revolution plagiarized its past mistakes.
In Consensus the three Voices resolve and with your contribution dear reader a fourth part, harmonIsed. Or perhaps we as yet have to find a resolution , play on and seek new voices for our symphony of freedom is not yet written and least wise played freely with authentic joy.
Others we invite TO ,
 
Start here with your own experience. Bring here your
open mind and trust your instinctive feeling for truth. :D.S. ∲ ::