Bernstein is a case in point for the Marxist / Avante-Garde dialectic when he said "Lang. control = thought control = reality control", which I accept to some extent but in the language of HONK how does the worker ask for a wage increase?
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Before the John Kinsella reading I go to The Hole to catch-up with the Union Reps - Pityacker and Smogmonster. Smogmonster has been away for a few weeks so I fill him in on movements among the piano-fingered professionals - the Oxygen Thieves - over two pints of Guinness. There is just enough time for him to tell his joke that not everyone was pleased when the Pits closed : he once spoke to an out-of-work canary. The Hole has changed since the smoking ban, the front room in the commuter hour used to be a workshop in tokable choices - cigarette, roll-up, cigar, pipe, cigarello - an Arcadian plume of passive exhalation. Now it is clean the only smell is bad food. Smogmonster puts the pressure on to ditch the reading & have a few more pints, watch the Man U V. Roma game. I challenge him to say what he's thinking about me going to a poetry reading - he smiles : fuckin load of bollocks mate. And this from one of the most intelligent people I know - in argument, numbers, negotiation,...
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Daddy Wordsworth in blue gloss today (16 March 2008) Victorian pharmacist at the Miracle Elixir Desk, knocking out phials of readable goodness called Lyrical Ballads cracking open the can on the accessiblity question - to reach out to real men, in the one true language of common life - which meant one thing then for the furrowed brow in the field and another for Bukowski's voyeuristic stash of experience. Poetry to be open, shared, essential, a tap on emotion delivered daily to the doorstep - with milk, letters, utility bills - collected with a tabloid & a Best of Both loaf of bread.