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              CORRESPONDENCE:   FRANZ  &  KHALID



 

Labour Day, 2000

Hello Khalid!

Every Labour Day, I always send you a S.O.S. May Day, May Day!- Message.
This time it is the Millennium Labour Message. Well, let's get down to Business!
What an excellent way to celebrate May Day as part of the army of unemployed!
Let's gaff a while about anything and nobody.

"I'm nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us.
Don't tell -- they'd banish us, you know."

Emily Dickinson
 

Well, there we are: "Two Rivulets side by side".

Where's the champagne? What's there to celebrate? The Industrial Revolution?
Perhaps the French Revolution? Or better the 1830 and 1848 Revolutions?  Who
knows, even the Russian, Chinese, Yugoslavian, Cuban Revolutions? Workers of the World, Unite!!
Come on, let's celebrate!!

Yeah! We're celebrating Labour, it's Day! We're glorifying the world system, a man's world. Welcome to the Global Festival, to the New World Order, to the World State! Let's venerate the Victory of Labour and Capital over Billions!

It's so strange how long it takes for a penny to fall, to have that rare Eureka feeling.
And once it falls, a straight, profulgent Milky Way of knowledge, understanding and wisdom appears in the Draculian, Draconian bodeful gloom of industrial smog and smoke. The traveling, profluent truth is so simple, so easy to embark, and yet, for decades, we were befogged, beclouded, beblubbered. We did everything so dilly-dally, we thought everything so shilly-shally.

So belittled we were, that we defended with our very life everything that concerns "human life", that concerns work and labour. We went to war to defend the fatherland, we joined the army, the police force, the FBI, CIA, BOSS, KGB, etc.
We were always "pro",  proudly we attacked any enemy who was sowing dissension, contradiction, communism and terrorism. We told everybody not to smoke pot, to perform  daily strenuous physical exercises to get a "flex appeal", not to smoke cigarettes, not to drink so much coffee, not to eat eggs which contain cholesterol; like a herd of sheep, we chased everybody to the doctor, to devour dozens of pills daily. We worked, we laboured for Capital; we were the front-line defence of the global system.

Now, from the majestic profundity of the Milky Way, we look "back", "sidewards", "ahead", and we can't "believe" that that was us, that this is what we were. But coins don't fall every day; and the more sophisticated mind and thought control become, progressively,  three coins are dropped into industrial fountains, into oil wells, where they never ever fall on "fertile soil". Everybody, except the unemployed paupers, the
"lumpen-sub-infra-humans", works, and yet nobody has got an idea, not even a foggy notion of what Labour is, what it is all about.

Is it a Holy Cow? Is it Jahwe's "Curse"? Is it Satan's work? Is it an Illuminati invention? Is it natural? Is it the sense of life? Is it a miscarriage of Mother Nature?
Is it the Essence of Human Life? Is it the "root of all evil"? Is it that, what makes a Man a Man? Is it something honourable?

Nobody dared to tackle this "Holy Cow" by the horns, to really milk it,  and to dissipate it's dairy products into "Holy Smoke", to reveal its exploitative, dominating, discriminating and dehumanizing essence. Not even Marx, the "Marxists",  the Neo-Marxists and the Post-Marxists dared to touch this four-legged Golden Calf; they made some progress,  they indicated that Labour is alienated, but they could not see through the milky smoke-screen of white ideology, that Labour is Alienation per se.

Knowing this, seen from the evergreen "grass roots" and from the sempiternal  rainbow beauty of the Milky Way, at last, in the "Year 2000", we could  re-do, re-flect, re-vise, and re-think our modus vivendi et operandi , but not for a moment should we forget the Manimal Principle; even if someone sees us, sees us changing into jaguars, panthers, cheetahs, eagles or condors, in front of her/his very own eyes, yet (s)he cannot tell this profluent, profulgent Truth to anybody, dead or alive: nobody, not even Satan or God  would believe such  mundane madness. This is our "secret", this is the logical method in our scientific  a n d  philosophic "madness",  it forms part of the very  Essence a n d  Existence  AND  Excellence of the trialogical Invisible, Invincible Principle.  Hence, forget about working hard for the revolution, for the labouring classes, about conscientizing or convincing anybody of anything; who is already on our galactic orbit, just needs solidarity, love and care. This is my May Day! May Day! Millennium Message !!!

O Captain! My Captain! Let's take a small sip from the "Eternal Ocean" of Truth and Wisdom, let's return to the two "nobodies", to the Two Rivulets flowing side by side. Walt Whitman dialectical-dialogically described them as follows:

"Two Rivulets side by side,
Two blended, parallel, strolling tides,
Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey.

For the Eternal Ocean bound,
These ripples, passing surges, streams of Death and Life,
Object and Subject hurrying, whirling by,
The Real and the Ideal.

Alternate ebb and flow the Days and Nights,
(Strands of a Trio twining, Present, Future, Past.)

In You, whoe'er you are, my book perusing,
In I myself - in all the World - these ripples flow,
All, all toward the mystic Ocean tending.

(O yearnful waves! the kisses of your lips!
Your breast so broad, with open arms, O firm, expanded shore!)"

Lovely Greetings,

Franz.


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