if you’ll start with number one, beside it is a line curving itself to the left and settled with a short flat feet below to support its eternal bow. the rest is going to be easy, utter it’s name without describing them, what is important is the first and the second. the 3rd is just an adjunct that you’ll have to deal with sooner or later. it doesn’t matter, you can call them relevant like discovering how a circle can bring you from one place to another, or the discovery of fire. or dismiss the 3rd as a glitch within a routine.
sequence is the establishment, it’s the dominant thought that’s been there since forever. finish school, get a nice paying job, buy a car, and marry a tycon. don’t write poetry, don’t get entangle in a conversation about butterfly effects, don’t talk about saving the world, don’t date stubborn intellectuals.
but such is the idea of sequence. the previous night i went out to observe some faithfuls, how one flushe- face girl ogled at the armani jacket of one towering guy preaching about the goodness of heavens. observing from a distance – sex would have been great if you’ll wear designer jackets, eat fruits for dinner, and show some bulge – in your pocket that is, fat cheque that is. Later, consistent with what sequence is all about – settle that all things in the world are immaterial to salvation.
how can you deal with sequence and establishment? prepare yourself as if you’re going to wage a war, asses the number of your armies, your hard ware, and the ideology behind waging a war. count your allies, remember they are temporary, you’ll lose them anytime within the duration of the war.
just keep them close and at bay. obviously there will be constant tensions.
while planning and developing a strategy, a leisurely walk will not hurt, it will give you time to rekindle and reconnect with the people around you, go visit old acquaintances, enjoy the idea of being incognito, learn how to disappear completely in a crowd, don’t wear anything fancy to attention.
it’s the infection that prompted me to write, it’s this virtual meet-up that pushed me to start clicking away on my pc, it’s this longing to talk, converse and connect, that prompted me to get soaked up with the idea that universal birth can be as easy as an infection on your thigh, ended with the dilemma of immobility.
then i went back to my manifesto:
unlike before, now, with you, the world gathers the letters singlehandedly, arrange them to form names, streets, sadness, world and all sorts of sickness, until it becomes a poem. the world becoming whole again.
with me, it doesn’t have to be the first, i can start with the fifth, of the nth counting, n doesn’t have to follow m, it’s a whim that pushes us what is to be done, it’s hunger and not the time that will tell us when to devour, and nibble.
don’t mind gossips.
asymptotic. nearing but never touching.
it’s a manifesto that doesn’t know how to start and what ending is all about.
don’t get stuck, move!