conformity, rote, lockstep  

sparkee58 58M
606 posts
7/19/2006 3:16 am

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8/23/2006 8:27 am

conformity, rote, lockstep


I wrote this when I was 18.
I just dug it out while looking through my notebooks.

Conformity, rote, lockstep...
conformity, rote, lockstep...
conformity, rote, lockstep...
conformity, rote, lockstep.

Conformity. Rote. Lockstep.
Conformity. Rote. Lockstep.
Conformity. Rote. Lockstep.

Life continues on it's journey to the grave. Death is life's great equalizer. There and only there is the true Marxist state, the classless society. Millions upon millions of victims and fat happy worms to complete the cycle that crypts made of concrete and heavy wooden coffins try to elude. Rows upon rows of tombstones; neat, orderly. No two exactly alike but yet all the same, like snowflakes, the earth's great disguise. A cemetary under a foot of fresh snow; incognito. Riding past a graveyard with papa. Empty. Forboding.
"How many people are buried in that graveyard, son?" he asked, smiling. Looking as if he had already counted the poor victims through years of reading obituaries. Before I could answer, he replied, "All of them". And he laughed heartily. It was an old joke, one repeated often as we passed these sacred fields. It seemed a consecration. A joke that conformed.
School is a little taste of living death, a prison for children while their parents toil at their own versions of it in an industialized society. Life by rote. Bells and alarms to wake up, to start classes or work, signals for lunch. Time is valuable yet, like true love (please don't cringe), is elusive. You can't hold it in your hand. It isn't concrete. But then one can't hold concrete either, unless its wet or broken up and then it is useless. Time is a clock and you better not tick it. Twenty- four hours and then you start over again.
It is a circle say some, continuously repeating. No, time is a straight line say others, with a fixed beginning and a fixed end somewhere in the future. Maybe tomorrow or maybe the day after ten million more years. Time is perhaps a puff of smoke, a magician's illusion, a heavy cloud of oppression that the rising sun of the future will burn off like early morning fog. Time is rote. Rote is time. They're interchangable. Like tombstones.
There are rules to follow and guardians of the rules. Who guards the guardians, who tests the testers? In this game only red tape can beat the scissors. Today the guardian's and censor's scissors go snipping away. Delete the first amendment. Snip. Snip. Snip. Excuse me. I was born in bed naked with a woman. WHAT! We can't have that. Snip. Snip. New law. From now on all babies will be born fully clothed. Falwell said it was a message from God, his good buddy up top. The unemployment is kind of high there anyway so a new clothing factory in heaven would actually kill two pagans with one smite. Send money now and a brick with your name will be layed on the factory wall. Visa and mastercard accepted.
If pornography causes people to become vicious and degrades women, should now the entire committee who studied the problem on the president's commission be put in quarantine and observed? Least they develope the deadly Jeckle and Hyde syndrome. How are they immune to symptoms that they say affect all Americans? Walk this way they say, as they run another. As transparent and as synthetic to our culture as plexiglass. Unfortunately, it is also as unbreakable. Walk this way. Lockstep.

Conformity. Rote. Lockstep.

My ball-peen hammer strikes the plexiglass.

Conformity. Rote.

My two pound sledge hammer batters away.

Conformity.

The carefully placed timebomb of human freedom is at last carefully placed. The plexiglass shatters.

I guess you guys realize this is war.

rm_1hotwahine 63F
21091 posts
7/19/2006 9:27 am

I've found things like this from 'back in the day' and they generally have this type of theme. BUT not nearly as well done. At 18, huh? I'm impressed.

Am also impressed with how many posts there are for me to read. Christmas at Sparkee's blog...

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


sparkee58 replies on 7/20/2006 1:25 am:
welcome back
yep, lot of stuff to unwrap

marnison 79F

7/20/2006 7:23 am

unless some...one uses those words for...milk.


sparkee58 replies on 7/20/2006 2:40 pm:
sometimes trying to unravel you is like reading billy shakespeare

marnison 79F

7/21/2006 6:24 pm

OMG
I love to sweat ...do you

have u ever watched a kitten play with ...the ball...
it unravels...and it gets all caught up in the ...yarn.

Marni
smiling


sparkee58 replies on 7/22/2006 1:22 am:
i'm afraid that's me

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