LEO — ESOTERIC PROSE — KINDLE EBOOK — 2018
This is a wild trip into a human jungle that takes the form of all animals, predators, and monsters you can imagine. “The Tiger is prowling now / For the Lion is asleep.” (#2) And the dilemma is that the individual, any individual has to live in that jungle. “We are broken-hearted.” (#4) and there is no hope but to die. “… one day closer to the day I die / Are we all debt slaves / Obeying To a force never seen?” (#7)
Then we can go down into that jungle and start with “The Warehouse Order Picker” who is absolutely lost in that inferno because he is clumsy and needs people cleaning behind him and does not have that comfortable service. “… If you drop a product and make a mess on the warehouse floor / You’ll have to clean it up yourself ‘cos the lazy bastard cleaner’s probably seen it happen and is hiding behind the cleaner’s cupboard door … You’re just another gormless jerk … The managers and directors reap the bonuses and earn more and more … Tell the powers that be we want more money, bonuses and the like …” (#9) It all sounds like the Yellow Vests in Paris or elsewhere in France. They want more money, but they do not want to work at all (especially if they retired at the early age of 57 or 62), or they do not want to work more, or they do not want to get more qualification and skills to get a better job. They want a job that is as simple, repetitive and boring as possible but with the pay of an engineer. Try to understand the absurdity. Increase the salaries of these low-qualified jobs and they will be the first to be robotized and what’s more with AI robots that will be better than the workers they replace. And imagine the dilemma of retirees: the choice will be and already is either work longer or see your pensions go down. Pensions have been frozen since 2012 in France.
“… I wish I never had to pay any bills … Oh, I wish I could alter / And make them pay it to me instead / Then I’ll know I’ll be ahead / and live my life to its fill / And never again have to worry about mother bill …” (#10) The dream of the woozy-minded and lazy-bodied tourist in life, till death parts this individual from his life. And so many people around him will say “Good riddance!” Because that individual seems to ignore that if he does not pay his bills all others will have to pay them for him. But that is his dream: to be a freewheeling freeloader sucking cash out of the purses of everyone else.
Then that sick individual, because this freewheeling freeloaderness is a disease, becomes a dualistic anarchist and a bipolar terrorist. “Bush or Clinton? Tory or Labor? It is all the same.” And then he can invoke “… BAAL … Dajjal … the mirror of Hell … “ (#13) The problem is that BAAL is a monster in the Dead Sea Scrolls, and it represents also the excessive eating or simply consuming we can engage ourselves in, the disrespect of the simple rules of living a life of restraint, balance, equilibrium, and equanimity. BAAL is on the side of the anarchist who rejects political management, politics and politicians, because by rejecting any democratic management of human life he becomes one who can and want to eat what other people produce and that is BAAL, to consume what you do not produce yourself, forcing those who produce to share what they produce with you while you have nothing to share on your side since you produce nothing. That’s BAAL. But sure enough, this sick individual does not have any morality, any ethics, and he does not know Hebrew. “… So, I’ll do it my own way if that’s okay / I don’t give a “flying f*** what other people say …” (#15) That’s just the point. The way you do things is not okay at all with us. And we do give a “… Flying and Flaming and Fluttering F***…” about what you do and the way you do it.
So, the individual is trying to imagine the reaction of the people who work and who will have their own territory invaded by those who do not work and who will appropriate and take the share they consider theirs. The invaded people should behave according to the law. “… So, we have to wait for the intruder to attack us in our own home before any action can be done …” (#18) Lucky intruders, lucky Yellow Vests, lucky freewheeling freeloaders! As intruders in the territory of other people to grab what they want and consider they deserve having they are protected otherwise the rule would be “Shoot first and ask questions later.”
But even, in spite of this protection, there is no way out of the cursed situation in which these freewheeling freeloaders have put themselves. So, they moan. “… I moan a lot / I moan about things … I moan a lot in the morning / I even moan at night … I moan driving along in my car … I moan about the price of fuel …I moan about the weather even when it is fine … I moan about the kids playing in the street especially after dark …” (#19) And that moaning can become grumbling that can become protesting that can become roaring, and the freewheeling freeloading individual becomes a discontented person who takes to the street and who will vote for Brexit and for any alliance of extreme right and extreme left into chaos, because in chaos they can grab a lot more, and in a demonstration, they can take advantage of the chaos to loot a few stores. These freewheeling freeloaders are not fools at all and even if they are bipolar (a trendy classification) or schizophrenic (a supreme classification) they know where what they want to steal is and they know how to get it free.
And then they will speak of frustration when society will say: “That’s enough and that will do.” And the dear frustrated ones will declare “… I am losing the will to live / And I have so much more to give …” (#22) The poor darlings, my heart is bleeding for them. What do they have to give? They even need to get some oil free for their freewheels. And the author manages to render this “Broken Soul” with a repetitive and obsessive, practically compulsive (OCD) rhyme: “… role … toll … bowl … shoal … condole … cajole … console … goal …” (#25) And in that OCD fury and fire, he comes to a haunting vision of Christmas where everything is bad that starts rotten. “Hexmas … Father Xmas, Saturn/Kronos, father of time / Santa Claus or Satan’s Claws? It’s Christmas it’s fine! / Saint Nick or Old Nick? … A scary old man emerges from the chimney …” (#32)
And the haunting experience becomes traumatic frightful ranting and raving mental derangement. “… I see Demons everywhere … Hiding the Matrix together, like Dark Matter glue …” (#36) He obviously knows his classic films in the genre and he phantasizes Black Matter as glue whereas it is nothing but a hungry mouth in the cosmos that eats up all that comes close. But the list of monsters is enormous for him, mixing all cultures and all religions. “… Kali, Kukulkan, Quetzequatal, Vimanas, and Shiva …” (#37) This corrugated being can come to his private egotistic self-centered rule: “… Ignore the rules, laws, acts, that trap and control …” (#40) And this dear bipolar schizophrenic freewheeling freeloader gets lost in some Hogwarts (Note the “hog” in that name) School of wonders mongreled with a haunted forest of ghosts, living dead, vampires and various werewolves. And you, the reader this time, are like a lost living witness in the monstrous world that looks like Dante’s Hell with no Purgatory. The Grimm brothers that come next sound and look pleasant in this trans-natural fauna of deranged animals who do not like to be disturbed in their freewheeling freeloading existence.
And this being finally gets down to some rest. “… So, I will sit here, hoping for a snooze, and welcome a dream …” (#50) Imagine what it may become in a fit of Insomnia. That’s when the dream becomes “Poli-tics” (#60) or “Politics” (#76). And we are not surprised to meet with many ticks because it is a tick to see ticks in Politics, though it is nothing but just poly-tickles because it always tickles where it itches and titillates. Is it a rash or is it a plague? Simple plain leprosy. Well hidden, well made-up, well covered, well stashed away under the cover of an invisibility blanket coming directly from Harry Potter and leaving that deranged and exhibitionistic being naked in full nudity. Pure nude truth that is in fact disguised, costumed fake-looking pretense. So just “Live in the Now” (#62) and just rhyme emptiness with useless and under-duress. You will end up in a fully “Technocratic Corporatist Dystopia … The Luciferian Matrix or Beast system …” (#91) Welcome, Lucifer, the angel or devil of light!
And we can end like a mouse in the moon, lolling in the soft flesh of some cheese. “… Maybe it is made of cheese like a giant Edam Wheel! …” (#104)
If you don’t believe me, get into this volume and discover the phenomenally perfect description of a freewheeling freeloader in our late free market capitalistic societies entirely dominated, manipulated and integrated into a chess board for social networks. “Good Morning Vietnam” as an actor used to say in a catastrophe film.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU