Post-sovereign

Lana Del Rey’s Video Games its post-

Exceptionist decadence like a sublime

Glitch flickering within the silent arrest

Of this system of social wealth tattoos

The hand yellow the soul it looks like a magik

Marker smudge commemorating where

The hand fractured the ethical is aesthetic

Because we are in this bright and fading

Light of spring Arthur who I didn’t know

Before we were introduced this sunlight

Occupies us art becomes a sudden dis-

traction when it is all we can seem to know

*

Can we march there differentiated like

The police outnumber demonstrators what

The fuck’s with that

From sunlight do we come back

From white cuffs and being here

In piss and piss-colored sunlight

Unmediated by

Can we march there differentiated like

This DIY-ness wasn’t necessitated

By the lack of a WPA in 2009

Like we couldn’t make some way better art

Where is the conscience that defies

Social contracts?

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A group of folks in the future

That is not prophecy but description

The constant monotone buzz that is Empire

To be otherworldly in this world

Bodies in movement producing sound--both lover and loved

The clock of one protocol with another

To allow an inner-freedom in ourselves

And others conditions freedom externally

Freedom that is the result of an in-

exhaustible desire to be capable of response.*

*with some language from Fred Moten