The academic learns the art of suppression and understatement,
 but I've thrown all that away.
Good riddance.


If I'm going to be poor, then I should,
at least, practice the art of honesty,
and thow away fear.








UNFINISHED DRAFT

The visitor wanted to know:
Is this where the revolution happened?

Freed from his cage at work,
his intellect was now free to formulate questions,
even though they seemed to be pre-formulated
and pre-formatted by the images stuffed into his head
while he'd been watching TV.

He was moving uphill, near the  top of the square,
with McDonald's to his left and an empty Sausage Stand to his right:
The Illustrious Saint sat atop his enormous horse beyond the deserted Stand.

Where did the revolution happen?

It never happened.

That event on the TV screens wasn't the revolution.

--After all, we know that nothing real appears on TV.--

But the revolution?

No revolution happened:

It was a restoration of Capital,
a return of the poor rich boys,
and a new wave of inhumanity and struggle.

All symbolized by the preference for the Fast Food of the Multinationals
at the square of nation's saint.

What I wanna know is this:
The day they shut down the Sausage Vendors on Vaclavské Naměsti,
how much more money did McDonalds take in?

FOOTNOTE
Recently I read at a blog described as
hyper-professionalized,
a truly Calvinist comment
dividing the world into
the good student and bad student of Philosophy,
Sinner and Saint,
God's Chosen and God's Damnned,
written with religious fervor,
--I know who the Sinners are!--
expressing a pre-scientific approach to human psychology;
But,
best of all,
scrupulously
and insincerely,
--but Professionally--
qualified,
just a bit,
with the concession that this was an over-simplification.

Which just goes to showm
how utterly superficial is the professional writing style,
and how
it can perfectly well co-exist
with the most unenlightened and unprofound of world-views.