Digital Fantasies

Did the hippies lose the battle?

Same, same, only different. The perfect body is still an ideal, materialism has adopted new toys and the paper fantasies have moved.

People are still looking to space for their workless utopias.

Idealism meets reality. Wannabe messiahs lost in time. Romeo, Juliet and Hamlet. Tragic endings.

Hey Timothy Leary, would you still say that the internet is the new LSD bringing visions of peace and love.

At night I dream. I romanticise the 60’s. I don’t want to turn back the clock, I want to bring forward the hope, the fight, for a new golden age of peace and love. Sooner than later the youth will revolt against the establishment. It’s their future.

I wake and let the sunshine in.


We starve
Look at one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Somewhere inside something
There is a rush of
Greatness, who knows what stands in front of
Our lives? I fashion my future
On films in space
Silence tells me secretly
Everything
Everything

Manchester England England
Manchester England England
(Eyes look your last)
Across the Atlantic Sea
(Arms take your last embrace)
And I’m a genius genius
(And lips oh you the doors of breath)
I believe in God
(Seal with a righteous kiss)
And I believe that God believes in Claude
(Seal with a righteous kiss)
That’s me, that’s me, that’s me
The rest is silence
The rest is silence
The rest is silence

We starve
Look at one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasies
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Singing
Our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, deary

Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in…

The Commoner’s Anger

He steps onto the balcony and lights a cigarette. Staring into the distance he sees cars parked in the places for the disabled. From experience he knows they probably have the disabled person card prominently displayed on the dash. He prepares the prosecutor’s case.

“It is an obvious case of abuse, of using the disabled person card as a free parking card. It is 2:00 AM, the community centre is closed and the nearest residential building is hundreds of metres away …”

He can feel himself get angry. The city doesn’t do much to make sure people park legally: cars that spend days in the 15-minute zone, others inventing new parking places. He’s said something to the vice-mayor once. He’d been assured that the city ticketed illegally parked cars but the number of cars that continued to park illegally was sure sign that this was rare.

He knows how it would go if he said something to the drivers. People don’t like it when a stranger catches them in the wrong. They get angry. Accuse the person of being wrong for not seeing their rationalization or, if they are lacking a rationalization, letting out a stream of four letter words followed by a challenge to fight.

His car has revenge scars from the times when the behaviour was too egregious to go unremarked. The more in the wrong they are, the more outraged they get when corrected.

It’s not as if he is a stickler for rules. He breaks enough of them himself.

His own feelings of outrage bother him. He attributes it to the frustration of not knowing how to make change happen, a more general problem that keeps coming up for all sorts of issues. And his anger did not help him when he tried. It is hard to preach civility in an uncivil tone.

It was the existence of people who practiced “do unto others before they do unto you” that angered him. They were refusing to sign the social contract for peaceful coexistence. Calling themselves realists, they trashed the commons. They gave cynicism a bad name. Their existence invalidated his idealistic views.