END OF THE WORLD
I used to be a cashier.
One day,
while the white neon lights of the ceiling
were blinding me and the neverending bipping
was making my head feel like a big melon,
a noise had to be added to the industrial-chicken-coop atmosphere:
a crying five year old,
his mother didn't want to buy the gums at the end of the counter
at first.
She put the gums and the rest of her things on the counter belt and the crying stopped.
The kid started playing with the debit card machine
so she told him the police would put him in jail if he didn't stop.
Then he started asking questions about my expanded lobes and the ink on my arms,
because at this age self consciousness doesn't exist.
I answered him.
His mother asked if i did drugs.
I answered i didn't, which is true.
They left, the legs of the kid no longer dangling from the cart
but kicking and he resumed his crying,
for some reasons.
This happened every day but this time it reminded me that
some parents teach their children fear and intolerance,
that curiosity is repressed by authority
and that i've been shown fear in a handful of dust
that i saw atrocity in normality
that i saw death on TV.
that i've heard ignorance in anchormen's words
that i've learned some people live in a different world
that i've seen people torturing animals
and expecting God's mercy.
that i've seen horror in the mundane
and disruption in stability.
Also i've learned that a remote control and a pair of slippers
are instruments of destruction
and that matrimony is not love but society.
This was my Supermarket in California
and I thought that this world would end as it began
in a big bright explosion of flames
caused by a void:
the one in people's head.
I am truly sorry
but i don't want your TV shows,
your sedatives and alarm clocks
your babies and multiple door locks.
I'm not crazy,
your World is crazy.
Institutionalized.
xanthox
á lire: Supermarket in California, Allen Ginsberg
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/supermarket.html
(j'ai écris la majeur partie de ce poeme avant de rajouté la reference...)
á écouter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXK0Hjfkrgw
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