6/8 bb : THESIS.
In a diary of a nobody, Mr Pooter, is everyman and woman. Striving. Petit Bourgeois, discordant with their lot, in earnest to impress.
Life liberty and the pursuit of happiness, inalienable rights, the laws of Nature and of natures god. A constitution written for a usurping class, claiming authority, a reflection of common sense, and pained to see. This revolution of, by and for Whom?
As the victor writes history so the powerful pass laws to satisfy their own ends. Power only represents the powerful.
Moyenne Bourgeoise and Grande Haute Bourgeoise. A Class cuisine, Escoffier Classical Aspiration. One acquires, A bourgeoise aesthetic, Petit Bourgeoise Sycophancy.
Will the Chef of the constitution, Taste his own cooking. Does he as a class walk the walk and talk the talk Or is it; do as I say and not as I do. An appeal always made, at once to Authority. Follow faithfully, blindly.
Ask they who would your bidding do. Listen to your life's story, History, His History will not be yours? Be heard.
Pygmalion's elocution for the ordinaire. Les rois et philosophes merde-et ainsi de faire des dames. Conventional pieties of the extraordinaire, Elite.
Ecoute Et Repete, Listen and repeat Learn by rote and do not question, To Each that has shall be given, those who hath not will be punished, Know ones betters and issue scripted speech when spoken too, Obsequious.
Do not blanche before appearance of grandeur. Pompous ceremony seeks to silence chafing curiosity.
How readily the pecking order has regiments in line, volunteers to a false consciousness of liberation by societies consumptive, ills Polysemous.
At the sign, Obey and join the que. Wait your turn and receive your due. Punch the clock and Answer the bell. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, The bell rings the benefit makes a gift of what is rightfully yours.
The hand that gives also takes away. Often the gift merely returns that which was stolen from you.
Citizens within a polity, city state yet the peasants range free of sophistry Freemen in the confined spaces offer conformity to the graduated mould.
Glamorous flashing city lights Suburbia within commute of higher Dreams. A stairway to real Estate heaven. The only Ladder, oh to be upon the bottom rung and rise. Dreams for mortgage, no hostage to Fortune.
Sophistication often masques ignorance. The humble and rustic often belies an appreciation of what truly is.
Calliopsis or Magnesia where poets slave to familiar rhymes and themes Not golden or silver words but workmanlike fashion hymns of safe iron and copper.
On The city on the hill, Songs sung to green and pleasant lands My Country Right or wrong Patriotic duty, above the evidence heroic deeds, laurels earned Myths of Wagnerian operatic spectacle.
Behind the claimed reality of how things are lies a deeper truth clothed in the noble lie. He deceived by the noble lie is excluded as unworthy of an opinion.
Where Stockholm once commanded St-Petersberg in that peculiar syndrome did the people know of freedom, which noble lies will accommodate the others', too Slumber.
A common purpose, to ideals, Shared and narrated from Cradle to grave. History written in our victorious mood Always times distant, always yesterday A better day, a past nostalgic searching For a future, yet to become tomorrow.
Being keen to please and seeking approval from authority feeds ego and starves the real self.
An irony of words pretending a meaning which no longer holds and yet serves to bind a convention, a grip that hampers the gait, Barre the pedestrian.
Witty Double entrendre to pacify, Laughing at the otherness, not of our own genre. Bending of wills or an ends of a means which makes a meaner mind, setting examples Cruelty for kindness sake, who's End?
The devil takes the hindmost. Trampling upon the unfortunate excuses elitist privilege. There but for the grace of privilege go they!
Self censored by a Mean temperament no longer just and a bespoke Key The city gates envelop to constrain Invention no longer a prize, only too fit.
Which mode of government befitting The cadence of Timocracy, Oligarchy or the tyranny of democracy, Which? A key to unlock the wealth of timbre Trusting in the chastity of greed the diabolas in musica. Descend below.
Discord or overbalance corrects naturally. In a system where gross imbalance and discord is evident are we to believe that harmony was ever thus.
As poets slave to the set rythym so a ruling Class Slaves to support its very tyranny, no purpose theirs, tis only to own be owned and Owe.
There is no Alternative, leave behind your utopian dreams of youth, Grown, reality demands that you sing Our democratic song making it your own. No third, way. Just the chord of power.
Ambiguous, A Capitalist mode production. Power is an end in itself. Seeking power to reform injustice is a contradiction in terms. For harmonious consensus all voices must strike a chord.
Oh such discordance felt heard seen demanding resolution. Harmonies equal in temperament to guide back home to the unity. One full revolution.
Tracing the musical image in Camra obscura, inverted and opposite, do you see what it is yet As the tonic marks a tranquil resting place so conformity leaves us resolved resiled and not reconciled Trapped.
Power relations beget power relations, As the wheel of history turns repeating mistakes of previous revolutions.
As the wheel turns a revolution as a harmony resolves Resolution A new hub for human consciousness. Not the machine now but organic.
Yours to follow little people Know your place and praise Elite heroes, distant an shimmering As all mirages inspire the thirsty to crawl into the oasis of illusion squeezing blood from exhausted humanity.
As resolution of discord demands a return to the tonic. The Tonic for our dissonant condition is a harmonic resolution to the Chord of Nature.
The conversation has revolved and we find Revolution plagiarized its past mistakes.
Or perhaps we as yet have to find a resolution, play on and seek new voices for our symphony of freedom is not yet written and least wise played freely with authentic joy.
In Consensus the three Voices resolve and with your contribution dear reader a fourth part, harmonIsed.
-- your voice here --