Visit a monkey in the tree of his life
He doesn't eat the fruit before it is ripe
When the sugar turns to alcohol
He shares his crop with one and all

The alcoholic tangerines are free
The alcoholic tangerines for you
The alcoholic tangerines for me

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

The Jade Teddybear


The jade industry is a crying shame.
Mining huge slabs of British Columbian Jade
Loading it onto ships and sending it to China
Where communist slaves mill small teddybears
From the billion-year-old adamantine pillars.
The teddybears, which cost 35$ are then sold over eBay
To Philistine slaves in America for Valentine's day.

He will present this to her in lieu of a real gift
And she will be well pleased because she would rather
Have the money after he croaks anyway
Which could be any day now.
Leaving nothing but a rich beautiful fifty-year-old widow.
And she will be his gift to society at large
The outcome of his seventy hour work weeks
The sum of his ethical stupidity and spiritual inadequacy.

The saddest part is that the jade is lost to the future. Perhaps in millions of years, the Earth will turn again, and again there will be giant slabs of jade in what used to be British Columbia.

Philistines cannot have good art because they can’t tell the difference. A Philistine cannot value art differently than its monetizable value. This is the outcome of a society comprised of the ethical slaves of Philistinism: The supplier must do unethical things to meet the unethical demands of the consumer. There is a clockwork. A fatality. An if/then logic to the Satanic service of our appetites. The jade teddybear is a symbol of bourgeoise frugality and stupidity. Its a symbol of bad taste. There are millions of them—all alike. Each milled from the same lifeless stone.









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