VI - Buried Inside

All that is solid melts into air

Yesterday’s snow-job is today’s sermon

A grab-bag of causal narratives and teleological refrains

Welcome to the promised land: Athens without slaves

But it doesn’t wash, and it never will

Well-rehearsed conclusions can’t remediate the end

When the World Bank serves unilaterally, the burden of mythmaking is to clothe

each flaccid turn

To hammer each loose nail

To collect each roadkill

Sovereignty delivered on a plate

As a pillion passenger to southern deregulation

A shining example of neoliberal salvation

Which fashioned the axe for rate-of return (and cross-subsidization)

The gentle hand of economic renewal

The cruel hoax of the information commons

Between the poles of access and control, there is no third wave