Notes on Rage: A Public Address, 2017

An Introduction

We stand before you, borderless, or attempting to be.

We have dissipated

And as we tremble, here, in this place,

We emit whatever thoughts

Drip from us.

We are a locus of connection, an intersection, an agent, in between.

We, as we are, we, potentially, ungraspable,

An anarchy, in a suit.

We are unresolved,

Vacillating materiality, with no edges, only excess.

There’s Something Brewing, And It’s Red With Rage

But there is something brewing about us,

And it is red, with rage.

It is more than a feeling, it is a movement within, around and below us.

This time, it does not come from above.

We are incandescent, conductors, we connect to each other,

We mirror each other, and each movement.

We reflect behaviours back at our aggressors,

Which does not go down well.

Let Us Explain

Let us be clear, let us explain things.

We are not addressing “you”, we are addressing “us”.

We have been explained to.

We understood long before, and during, and more so after we were explained to, our position.

Thanks, for the reminder.

We will accept it graciously, without argument.

We would ask, however, that it be remembered, that we understand.

We would ask, however, that it be remembered, that we know.

We know. More than we understand.

Derailing the Argument

We are accustomed to a certain derailing of our position.

When confronted with statistics, our aggressors often respond with a counter,

Entirely irrelevant to the matter at hand.

When confronted with empirical evidence, our aggressors often respond with a request for statistics.

When confronted with statistics, our aggressors often respond with a counter,

Entirely irrelevant to the matter at hand.

When confronted with empirical evidence, our aggressors claim “bias”.

Bias.

We understand.

Can We Say Something?

We wish to be heard. To be listened to. To be given space.

To be free of invasion, of all descriptions.

We wish to say something and for it to be heard.

How terrible, how unjust, that this is so often a wish, and not a right.

The right to be listened to. The right to be heard.

How infrequently we have this privilege,

Which is used and abused so freely by others, and without acknowledgement that it is a privilege, just that.

For a right, it cannot be.

If it were a right, it would be a right of all of us, and that, that, it is not.

It is the privilege, of less than all of us, not the right of all of us.

Can we say something?

Can we?

If we say something, can we be heard?

So, why say something?

If we cannot be heard, why say something?

We are silent. Because we are not listened to.

And the silence is deafening.

Coercive Control

We, are being coercively controlled.

Our privacy is invaded, our income limited, we are made to think we are

mentally ill

misguided

uneducated.

And whose fault is that?

If that is true?

And what is truth?

Whose fault is that?

We die, at the hands of our aggressors.

We die, on fire.

We die, in poverty.

We die, thinking little of ourselves.

We are not productive enough.

We reproduce but we do not offer a return.

Sale or return.

Return to sender.

Return.

To a better time.

To a time which was…

To a time which was…?

Which…?

Don’t Be Angry

We hear. We understand.

We are aggressive.

We are sensitive.

We are outspoken.

We aren’t wanted here.

We are difficult.

We understand that.

It is difficult.

We live.

We should smile.

We should cheer up.

We should be more positive.

We should put on a face,

A happy face, no less.

We are not entitled

To…

We are not educated

We are not well

We are not happy

We must take responsibility

We must challenge

We must overcome

We must defend ourselves

And others.

Empathy

All empathy,

We move,

Taking in our path:

Everyone, and nothing more than that.

Tumescent and engorged, quivering and vast

Enlarging as we fold.

We are here.

We are here with you.

Who are we?

We are we –

Who we are, not what what we do.

Any Questions?

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