United Frissions
This is the remainder of United Frissions By Rodney Relax. It’s some beautiful and heavy stuff. Keep an eye (or an ear) out for the full release of the audio version, totally bragging here but I’ve heard the first pressing, it’s brilliant, Psycho-delia I’d call it if you catch my drift.
i./
leadership had been
popularly conceived as
existing in an extraordinary
extra-terrestrial dimension
of its own at
the other end
of the intellectual spectrum
expressing similar thoughts
there was an irrationality
incarnate on the
streets of Kurfürstendamm
ii./
when the pleasures
died,the Sun
broke through over
the melting snow
youth gangs
holding aloft their
flags of allegiance
woke us from
our beds to
take us into
protective custody
we stood in
a silent tribute
flowers stacked up
at the site
of the tragedy
die lieben meiner Mutter
[our Mother’s loves]
iii./
Communist pubs smashed
assaults on art schools
shops targeted winter
tweeds mens clothing
women’s underwear quality
wares for over
a hundred years ~
flat roofs may be
suitable for a
suburb In Jerusalem
but never for a
housing estate in Stuttgart
students citizens purge
your libraries
gtudenten und burger!
clean your houses we
had Catholicism without
the Christianity this
was a strange
principle for a
pseudo ~ religion with
a total lack
of the transcendental
as they were
infused with the
acts of ritual
iv./
to the daily
street scene you
had to keep
ducking into shops
to avoid having to
salute the standards
or risk getting
beaten up by
the fanatics,witch
crazes were everywhere
there were obvious
acts of provocation
owing its success
to the spoken
rather than the
printed word the
party deployed all
available resources to
the aural with visual
décor in orchestrating
the mass hysteria ~
so they raved
for a whole hour
in the sports stadium
in a delirium
of unconsciousness this
was future time
we were transfixed
hurtling towards annihilation
v./
there were united
frissons of excitement
hideously enlivened
by the fanatics
lining themselves up
on the pavements
bellowing renderings of
patriotic folk songs
with bankrupt ideologies
our sister Ketya
never spoke again
then she disappeared
some of us
would hide in
the coal sheds
as the lights
went out whispering
soft lullabies with
our siblings still
not knowing who
they would come
for the next day
epilogue:
never in the
morning would they
come for us
die lieben meiner Mutter
[our Mother’s loves]
RODNEY RELAX
DRK MTR
MMXXV
