Let’s create the complete discipline
to look at what’s around us and understand it
perfectly: thorough through both theory and reality.
But importantly, let’s remember to keep the text books thin.
let’s begin with history, but forget the emphasis on
individuals, and varying philosophies,
let’s get scientific with our social theories,
applying deductive methodologies;
have tangible, quantifiable, calculatetable problems
to test our queries.
Let’s not do a, holy-grail scale quest, series of interviews,
attempting to establish a multiplicity of intrinsic truths
trying to reconstruct ‘that which was
my, your, his, her, their our interpretation of
what was once written, then translated,
recontextualised and obliterated before it was
requested and contested by the hegemon’ and then
‘reconstructed by a prophet pertaining to a particular political imagination’.
Who then did nothing to realise that they
were sewing words against the wise just to get a pension.
Let’s get rid of that tension.
Let’s get through this with physics
applied to politics and serious statistics
studying the way societies tick.
Let’s not dick around with creating a dialogue, open ended,
no normative (or radical) values intended,
no implicit, assumed, designated or pre-consumed agenda.
Let’s get some data that doesn’t need
a lecturer who’s role is not as teacher,
but as imperfect-information defender.
And for heaven’s sake: Let’s save a bit of paper,
write some truly axiomatic stuff so we can forget about expiry dates
And oh man: I cannot wait until we’re in a work space where
we’re not swayed by the publisher’s gender.
Let’s not let this get distended
but hey, I think my manifesto just ended.
Because as much as I wish it could go undefended:
these knotted threads and hashed ends of cables – carrying
information feed back loops through terrain and time -
processing, and failing to, transcend the bends
of our Chinese whispers with the world:
Our imperfect extrapolation
of ideas, generated in responses to our
ever morphing environments.
As much as I wish it could go undefended so we could
say that class had ended after this next chapter
of equations about people steady,
and invariable in what ever series of situations.
The world cannot be cemented –
it is erratic in it’s static character.
And we are the self-conscious actor given
chaos’ as our grey matter
we spoke ourselves into existence
my grey matter, the mandelbrot set
and your grey matter, the universe.
We are the grey matter that is the blend
of white noise and black text
on a television set and any given page of the internet.
We are chaos who wraps its coat tales around its
old, over grown stomach, bloated and coughing from
diseased varicose veins of dilated distribution,
and displacement pollution.
And we are the music that sputnik-splutters,
rupturing, away from Earth’s own face,
we sing the thin inter-planetary whistle of
shuttle symphonies from a blip-blip-blip in A key,
surveying cold war hostilities from space,
to a cacophony of the intermixing melodies of
us, of you, of them, we the human race.
we are the static noise of the biochemical, biological
philosophical, historical, present and past tense.
And as much as I try – I cannot combine
all of these diverging lines of enquiry,
wiring realities in different directions,
across dimensions of mind – and find
a single unifying way to analyse that which makes
this grey matter, and that blue world, whirl,
and makes any simple sense.