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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Notes from the long term unemployed. Nov 06 2010

Work Broker, the pimp
of the world banks inter-
national Implemented slavery, forced
Debt, guts the worker to
a shell, and the work Broker
is There to say hey
you use to be worth
shit now your worth even
less so now your Arse
is mine and you'll jump
how high I say.
Bend me over and tie
me down beat and beat,
bags of bones and blood
why's the painting and
decorating invisible.
I sees it, slash
slash, bag bust.
Everything fresh wet
Take your self esteem
half it, half it again,
half it again half
it again

Sarah.

We've got to be punished,
Booked in for appointments
in groups a fake civilty
while our intelligence is
assaulted, what is being
done here is the re enforce
ment of the primary school
yard - the grid cutting off the
fresh shapes that have sprouted
into dominated economic units.

Then they put on the DVD,
thick propaganda full
of out right lies -
Are you a positive person
are you keen - Remember
you Are a 5 year old,
this is the teacher
a clone.
Might as well be a long fart
coming out of the mouth
of this implant speaker
head, nonsense is abound
but this has the ring of
truth in it - 'you Are
stupid - you are scum -
we'll make sure you
get the help you need -
We judge each other in
less than 30 seconds -
so make sure you
dress to impress -
be ready that phone
could ring at any
time - Work and income
can help - just talk
to us about what you
need - 'Your ideal job
could be out there
waiting for you' -'It's
your job search' - 'Good
luck'.

It's a bit of a race now,
till students come back, they'll
take your jobs,


'I'm not working for families'
- fuck that -
'fair enough - I think that's clear.

The reading out of the
Jobs - Any men in This
Room - We'll take C.V's
and fax them down to
national office,...  Their looking
for fully qualified people
-cleaners no need for
experience full training given.
- I've worked for them before -
"If you have any dishonesty
marked against you,"

Here is where having skills
ensure you to be snared
trapped thrown down the
shute shot like a sheep
shotgun to the forehead -

' Some personal care needed -
not everyone's able to do this'
-
-There's not enough men looking
after men,
'I understand why'.

Surely someone can do
one of These Jobs -
'probably - do they do police
checks on that one?'

'we've got a smart computer
that matches your personal
information with jobs that
come in a like a concrete
mixer 24/7 - :We need
good accurate information"
-
-"We pay an unemployment benefit
for you to be job seekers -
you don't search for work
you don't get the benefit"

'Networking is Good'
Networking is very Important

If you can't find
work you can Reasonably do -

'You must be available for
and looking for full time
30 hours a week"

Accept any job offer
that is made to you
that you can reasonably do.
'The best you can physically do'

'Choice runs out when you get
here' - PAM
Planning And Assessment Module.

'If your fired there is
potential of a, 13 week
stand down.'

What is the Purpose
of this meeting?

'Transferring"

The changes in September
27 of the 9th past in Parliament

most of it is just the same,

Suitable employment means
anything you can do

When you were training to
get your degree - What did
you do  - that's what you'll
do now boy

Next to the data projector of
my work obligations is a
Poster "Step up for a Wicked
New life - volunteer with NZ
defense force,

'who wants to be a cleaner'

(silence)

-$55hr for painters
-$27hr working for Hardcourts.

Paid Pd
Paid Periodic detention.

rap, recoverable assistance Program

Contact your local member
of Parliment if you
don't agree with the
present rules.


'P' endorsement - Winz will pay

Taxi

CNZ - media Job.

Around the U shaped arrangement of
pine laminated tables, I am
sitting with the men are
pitted against each other - made
to be blamed for Their
no job status - But left
alone these men Are Hero's
SMART they know just how
intensely this game is rigged,
a couple of woman
wranglers are There to conjul
their manhood into the stocks,
Clients they call us But
they Are our Masters,
and our Resistance is futile
So we laugh - laugh
The men here have worked at
most things = have level 3 in
computers - Jacks of a trades,
There's sea lords, or the meat works,
The works shit, might kill ya.

Armour Guard - Colbert Rd.

11.30 Friday 12th Nov

Dean H.

"It is my opinion that you
are unsuitable for this Job"

'Employer was very irritated
that Work Broker Sarah
had not told him the full
truth about my moving to
W. and pointed out what a
waste of time and money this
interview was!'

After the WINZ meeting
a room full of the most
incredible people - all for one
reason or another unemplyable or un
wanted by the system that
ironically would die without them -

the tattooed pierced criminal record
Genius applying for his old job
again -

Interview on the 12th

12 - Nov Cheryl
3pm

When did I last call?
3/11
What does it say that I asked?

Is it WINZ Policy to proceed
with the punishment when I have
formally asked for a review of
the initial accusation?

What would reinstate me meeting/
fill work obligations?

$12.75 9pm to 4am

"WINZ pays for a NZer
to fly to Australia to
take employment."

What was the situation
that on the 29th Oct I
was failed work obligations.
- What was the interview arranged
for me.
who.
Where?

There are skilled men
here, talented dedicated,
Valuable members of society
that Are now treated
as if they Are a Burden
They Are NZ Citizens
They are the fabric
of our society -
if we continue to
choose to not invest
in the training and
support of our people -
instead treat them as
Burdens to unload -
WINZ will break the laws
of NZ and
threaten you intimidate you
to get off their books -
We Are blamed for not
having the skills for the
market as it is - when
we Are the people trained
and now dispossessed by
the market that doesn't
want us to work -

It takes my salary,
and gives it to the
Boss so he can belong
to the club
of profit while working
wages remain the
same since 1978

Job seminar whose into
_ _ _ _ _ _ , silence from Around
the table - no one wants a
job but they'll take what
they can - Taking a job
means at best you'll
be productive only the
weight of being exploited
for this labour takes
the toll on your mana,
your self esteem - No one
is an idiot - we see
how it is.

"Welfare is not a lifestyle
move to Ausie and get
a job"

Cheryl. Nov 15

'Review of the situation'


When Asked if I should
tell the Emperor that I
was leaving in 3 week,
Cheryl said that I should not
tell him -
               NOV 15.

There's certain men who, being
quite smart but are unemplyed,
they've all been white, but
that may be incidental, regard
my activism against being
abused as a beneficiary with
a psychotic hate, this
I am assaulted with,
as if it was I who
beat them, like beaten dogs
they see my maneuvering
and recognize it as a
suspicious activity - if you
act like you have power, only
bosses have power - and people
who Act like Bosses - but Aren't are liars.
Should be Destroyed.

Alex. - Taranaki Benefit Advocate,

-Ask them for urgency.
email

- 'Tell them I'm in touch
with the benefit Right Advocate
in Wellington.'

Nov 16.
Under Client obligations, my work obligations
Point G, take part in Any other
activities - that will improve my
work readiness or help me to get
work - I would like to state
for the record that
this is not helping in
anyway - that I am stressed out
I feel abused and set up to
fail - that my partner is being abused
and that the sanctions, ...
WINZ staff have
made my ability to
find suitable work much more
difficult'

- The stress that I Am
under is being transmitted
to potential employers who
are put off by my high
state of agitation.'

- It is clear that WINZ is not
interested in me finding a job
but simply to get off the benefit.

We Asked repeatedly if the -
under the Guise of
'Giving us feed back' said that
we could not be work tested
for this and that we had not
failed my work obligations.
After repeating this several times
when we were asking does this
mean I don't comply - to my
obligations - and she would not tell
me - so I said that she
was being purposefully misleading -
Which she got up set at.
We were then introduced to the service
supervisor who told us that the
interview did not comply with the
re-comply measure and that I still needed
to - when asked if I was now was
going to loose my benefit he did
not reply - except to say that I
needed to comply.

Sarah.
Work Broker - liaison with employers.
Robyn. - manager
Shaun. - Service supervisor.

said that it wasn't his dream
job working at WINZ"

16th Nov.

30 hours gets you off
benefit per person.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Revolutions are generally triggered off by deficiency of money. By preventing such deficiency, the Rothschilds system may serve to preserve peace in Europe. Heinrich Heiner 1830

another note book
young and I
on suggestion smoke a cone
in bliss on isolation
exteriorising sadness
you'd be sad to, watching
clips on new world order
via the Rothschilds of
the last 200 years, a
happy song comes on, up beat
I want to emphasize
the mood I'm in, a
finger tip finds a song
called soldier and young,
says - soldier your eyes
shine like the sun,
I wonder why.
And they say there's no
god but distraction
while they loan us back
our freedom
with interest they call it
interest in the shape of
little nodules, granules,
the skin stripped from
our bones not caring for
setting our own appearances
Buying them - have been
for a while - we've let the
seller set our policies
on where to run,
they've moved in and set
up a fence, only a domesticated
dog would accept and
whimper 'old man I'm
a lot like you - I need
someone to love me the
whole day through - you
look into my eyes and
you can tell that's true.
- So what, all this,
for the fear of a cloudy
day that the sun will never
shine again,
ALL THIS
for a days night
possibly not returning
the Death instinct
covering up our love
for the unknown and
our love for
THE RESPECT DEATH
COMMANDS, for the 
avoidance of such
rituals I will
hand over the appearances 
of everything to a 
carpenter, a banker,
and a speaker coating 
the sullen crowd with
shiny new death proof
suits - NOTHING MATTERS
IS THE SLOGAN,
Chanting in the stitches
Nothing cares we 
whisper in supermarket
isles -
Look at ALL THE 
EVIDENCE WE
DECRY - THE PROOF
WE BEATEN REACH OUT
FOR EXPECTING THE
REAL TO BE ABLE TO BE
TOUCHED - BUT STAGE PROP
FILLS THE HAND, WATCH
THE SCREEN IF YOU THINK
I AM JOKING.
"A man needs a maid,
when will I see you again"
The effort for authentic life
requires the spell casting
of fluid complexity to
keep the professions from entering
and setting up their wares
in the garden you've let 
run wild, in that moment 
you saw it all, is
easy to see,
How you write by day
light, night or sun in
sand wearing the earth
from my skin, like
winds curly comb
caresses a cliff face
Bearded with Growth,
I've flown over, run
left ahead against
some life force
unknown embracement
of total commitment to
the ease of waking, 
a daylights storm,
met in secure holdings
shaped temporarily on this 
earth -

When Will the Great

Rothschilds Build The

Great Houses, that

never need fixing or

selling or stuff, when

will The Fields Arrive

in Honor tended in

love with creation

perpetual beyond profit,

Where will the

Cities constant harmony

Driven to further our

Capacity to love in

amongst the dangerous

stages as we prepare

for singular discovery

and collectively send the 

Species into the next

Planet - WE CAN DO 

IT. Wandered on the 

moon 40 years ago -
YOU CAN IMAGINE THE

TECHNOLOGY BREAKTHROUGHS

BY NOW SINCE THEN,

MIND BOGGLING BOUNCE

A CHILD COULD BE

EMPEROR OF HIS OWN

CRAFT TO VENUS

AND ARRIVE A CLONE

BUT AS IF HE'D

BEEN THERE FOREVER

MIND STACKED,

SUCKLED IN A 

PETRI DISH,
This is Right NOW

I know it is hard, but if you dont know this story just why don't you

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Solar Anus By Georges Bataille


It is clear that the world is purely parodic, in other words, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.

Ever since sentences started to circulate in brains devoted to reflection, an effort at total identification has been made, because with the aid of a copula each sentence ties one thing to another; all things would be visibly connected if one could discover at a single glance and in its totality the tracings of Ariadne's thread leading thought into its own labyrinth.

But the copula of terms is no less irritating than the copulation of bodies. And when I scream I AM THE SUN an integral erection results, because the verb to be is the vehicle of amorous frenzy.

Everyone is aware that life is parodic and that it lacks an interpretation. Thus lead is the parody of gold. Air is the parody of water. The brain is the parody of the equator. Coitus is the parody of crime.

Gold, water, the equator, or crime can each be put forward as the principle of things.

And if the origin of things is not like the ground of the planet that seems to be the base, but like the circular movement that the planet describes around a mobile center, then a car a clock, or a sewing machine could equally be accepted as the generative principle.

The two primary motions are rotation and sexual movement, whose combination is expressed by the locomotive's wheels and pistons.

These two motions are reciprocally transformed, the one into the other.

Thus one notes that the earth, by turning, makes animals and men have coitus, and (because the result is as much the cause as that which provokes it) that animals and men make the earth turn by having coitus.

It is the mechanical combination or transformation of these movements that the alchemists sought as the philosopher's stone.

It is through the use of this magically valued combination that one can determine the present position of men in the midst of the elements.

An abandoned shoe, a rotten tooth, a snub nose, the cook spitting in the soup of his masters are to love what a battle flag is to nationality.

An umbrella, a sexagenarian, a seminarian, the smell of rotten eggs, the hollow eyes of judges are the roots that nourish love.

A dog devouring the stomach of a goose, a drunken vomiting woman, a slobbering accountant, a jar of mustard represent the confusion that serves as the vehicle of love.

A man who finds himself among others is irritated because he does not know why he is not one of the others.

In bed next to a girl he loves, he forgets that he does not know why he is himself instead of the body he touches.

Without knowing it, he suffers from the mental darkness that keeps him from screaming that he himself is the girl who forgets his presence while shuddering in his arms.

Love or infantile rage, or a provincial dowager's vanity, or clerical pornography, or the diamond of a soprano bewilder individuals forgotten in dusty apartments.

They can very well try to find each other; they will never find anything but parodic images, and they will fall asleep as empty as mirrors.

The absent and inert girl hanging dreamless from my arms is no more foreign to me than the door or window through which I can look or pass.

I rediscover indifference (allowing her to leave me) when I fall asleep, through an inability to love what happens.

It is impossible for her to know whom she will discover when I hold her, because she obstinately attains a complete forgetting.

The planetary systems that turn in space like rapid disks, and whose centers also move, describing an infinitely larger circle, only move away continuously from their own position in order to return it, completing their rotation.

Movement is a figure of love, incapable of stopping at a particular being, and rapidly passing from one to another.

But the forgetting that determines it in this way is only a subterfuge of memory.

A man gets up as brusquely as a specter in a coffin and falls in the same way.

He gets up a few hours later and then he falls again, and the same thing happens every day; this great coitus with the celestial atmosphere is regulated by the terrestrial rotation around the sun.

Thus even though terrestrial life moves to the rhythm of this rotation, the image of this movement is not turning earth, but the male shaft penetrating the female and almost entirely emerging, in order to reenter.

Love and life appear to be separate only because everything on earth is broken apart by vibrations of various amplitudes and durations.

However, there are no vibrations that are not conjugated with a continuous circular movement; in the same way, a locomotive rolling on the surface of the earth is the image of continuous metamorphosis.

Beings only die to be born, in the manner of phalluses that leave bodies in order to enter them.

Plants rise in the direction of the sun and then collapse in the direction of the ground.

Trees bristle the ground with a vast quantity of flowered shafts raised up to the sun.

The trees that forcefully soar end up burned by lightning, chopped down, or uprooted. Returned to the ground, they come back up in another form.

But their polymorphous coitus is a function of uniform terrestrial rotation.

The simplest image of organic life united with rotation is the tide. From the movement of the sea, uniform coitus of the earth with the moon, comes the polymorphous and organic coitus of the earth with the sun.

But the first form of solar love is a cloud raised up over the liquid element. The erotic cloud sometimes becomes a storm and falls back to earth in the form of rain, while lightning staves in the layers of the atmosphere.

The rain is soon raised up again in the form of an immobile plant.

Animal life comes entirely from the movement of the seas and, inside bodies, life continues to come from salt water.

The sea, then, has played the role of the female organ that liquefies under the excitation of the penis.

The sea continuously jerks off.

Solid elements, contained and brewed in water animated by erotic movement, shoot out in the form of flying fish.

The erection and the sun scandalize, in the same way as the cadaver and the darkness of cellars.

Vegetation is uniformly directed towards the sun; human beings, on the other hand, even though phalloid like trees, in opposition to other animals, necessarily avert their eyes.

Human eyes tolerate neither sun, coitus, cadavers, nor obscurity, but with different reactions.

When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene.

It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.

For that reason I am not afraid to affirm that my face is a scandal and that my passions are expressed only by the JESUVE.

The terrestrial globe is covered with volcanoes, which serve as its anus.

Although this globe eats nothing, it often violently ejects the contents of its entrails.

Those contents shoot out with a racket and fall back, streaming down the sides of the Jesuve, spreading death and terror everywhere.

In fact, the erotic movements of the ground are not fertile like those of the water, but they are far more rapid.

The earth sometimes jerks off in a frenzy, and everything collapses on its surface.

The Jesuve is thus the image of an erotic movement that burglarizes the ideas contained in the mind, giving them the force a scandalous eruption.

This eruptive force accumulates in those who are necessarily situated below.

Communist workers appear to the bourgeois to be as ugly and dirty as hairy sexual organs, or lower parts; sooner or later there will be a scandalous eruption in the course of which the asexual noble heads of the bourgeois will be chopped off.

The erotic revolutionary and volcanic deflagrations antagonize the heavens.

As in the case of violent love, they take place beyond the constraints of fecundity.

In opposition to celestial fertility there are terrestrial disasters, the image of terrestrial love without condition, erection without escape and without rule, scandal, and terror.

Love then screams in my own throat; I am the Jesuve, the filthy parody of the torrid and blinding sun.

I want to have my throat slashed while violating the girl to whom I will have been able to say: you are the night.

The Sun exclusively loves the Night and directs its luminous violence, its ignoble shaft, toward the earth, but finds itself incapable of reaching the gaze or the night, even though the nocturnal terrestrial expanses head continuously toward the indecency of the solar ray.

The solar annulus is the intact anus of her body at eighteen years to which nothing sufficiently blinding can be compared except the sun, even though the anus is night.

Art Aristocracy.














Art Aristocracy, shown in 2008 at High St Project, Christchurch New Zealand.