I Am The Party
(Indisponível)
well you can tell by the way i move my feet that i’m a genuine
insurrectionary - it’s a kind of nervous shuffle that contrasts
so well with bolshevik bravado. and you can tell by the way i
raise my hand - not in a fist but for a question. take out your
manifestos and then put them away. i implore you to ignore every
word i say. and if my status as a figure on a stage implies
authority, i hope my caution and my age belies my humility, and
will to take my rage and try to turn myself into a one-man
landslide. let’s kick it off with a leafleting campaign and
follow it up with some public meetings, pressing flesh and
kissing babies as i smile and promise things are getting better.
i am the party, the apparatchik and the grey bureaucracy. i am
the secret police, manufacturing a constituency that doesn’t
answer back. i found these words in my bedroom underneath old
magazines. and i found this voice in my record collection -
distorting tapes kicked analysis awake. you found this song but
you didn’t question - swallowed the sleeve but didn’t see my
tongue inside my cheek. i am the politburo, but i am the velvet
revolution, a budapest kick from fifty-six and so: let’s all go
hand in hand to the local polling station and make our own
categories, then vote for ourselves.
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