Greetings, community <3
I'm very glad to be part of You.
As a form of salutation, I would love to share a small poem with You.
Just before that here are few bits about myself. Nowadays you would mostly find me working with visual arts and/or writing. However, a few years ago I was making my ways around the electronic music scene, both experimental and dance, playing various venues and clubs around Europe. At some point I would love to share some sounds with You. This is my promise 1.
In addition to that, well, I was always a keen reader of politics, philosophy, economics, as well as papers on machine learning and AI. I see this pond of knowledge gathered as potentially the most valuable sharing material with which I could contribute to the community right now, well, besides poetry which is very much my love. So, let me know in the comments or follow me if you would like to at some point get my socio-politically inclined critical reflections on emerging economies and crypto space. So, this is promise number 2.
And now, my tiny poem for You, it is a playful take on economy, marginalization, the unvoiced, inspired by so called 'Martinique intellectuals', who were amazing poets, thinkers, philosophers and even politicians: Fanon, Cesaire, Glissant.
The poem has no name, thus:
Untitled
all inhabit different wounds
casually thrifting off the market womb
u know, everything around runs cash
alien, landed on the mesh
conspicuous consumption of the bloody gems
labor locked fills global village veins
ever wondered how much blood was spilth over your existence?
‘sapphires in the mud’
technically it’s guilt tripping,
glut
have you experienced foreign memories?
street smart learning the voices of history
‘who needs nostalgia?’
dream the alternative
festive collective delirium.
tech bubble flopping,
crypto silt flipping.
enacted through money
inapt social memory, subsist
wealth of the throng
memo belong to the strong
amnesiac retention of global subscription
voluntary mad intimidation
colonize your grandma’s garden
colonize the Mars
colonize poems handful of fears,
shadow fear spread
under rock red
nail the rules of time-travel
not yet now surreal of parallel
colonize tomorrow
colonize disorder
forgotten wars
rotting food on the shelves of the supermarket
if anything, decision-making is the seed
with invisible speed
encrypt thus the reign of stealth violence
contrarian time marvel to disaffirm the power
contrarian disturbance as a perfect model for time navel
brownian motion of consensus
coughing mass voice with juridical flavor
i pity their fate
you know, i’ve read an essay on a salve trade
learned the songs of motley crew
chanted in choir of few
asked profound questions
what sounds the violence, scars the bleak?
which vice of the fear,
flops voice of the weak?
hear the moans on the battlefield
history voiced by the muscle of
strong throats, banging head to head
the rest (disenfranchised), written off
as mucous, growth of mud
reign by the stealth
flesh of the soil
screams voicing brutal murder
indigenous forms of subsistence
signals original sin
regain hopelessly profound relation
generation of first teenagers
displaced and rotten crops
across the land
all inhabit sacred wounds
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to leave some comments, and share you opinions.
There is more to come on the pipeline, follow me if you would like to receive some morning coffee poetry or OP editorials.
follow you inner gnon. xxx,
Ashley Olsen
ps. this coming weekend will be spinning some tunes in Brussels and Amsterdam - let me know if anyone around.
pss. just got to know that there this thing happening: dnwpoetrycontest.
