Calvinist Consumerist American MEme

an explanation re:Hana

MEme idea call self descent Hungarian Polish Yiddish mate birth talk move dream continuous till death they did part. Sudden alive me young; new century. Education channels public school television. Calvinist Consumerist American MEme. Media stealth blitz ravishing The Word. Images more potent than, more lively than, more sticky than. Manufactured overseas protect American myth-MEme material of music cinema. Copy, right?

MEme holographic. Cell bodies of Politic. Mourn loss of me to ME. Duplicitous Power outsourced The Myth Machine to Time. Later to replace erase us: nothing, silence, void. Remember I remember me in motion. Doing being aware of doing being Time (“what happened?”). Proof of me alive self separate from ME Body Politic. Goose-stepping yes-Man ME on loan from Time to Time. THE BODY POLITIC equates me with ME and your drooling kin in Idaho or Buffalo or anywhere someone somewhere calls “here now,” capitol of work, death, taxes. Citizen ME immortal. Oh poor me (i call myself), drama without narrative thrust forward.

Primary ME defined by Time, The Man, HIS-story. Poor secondary me supine on lawns and beaches of my young. Sentimental dissipation. Scatter, scatter mortal earth me of the dead skin sunburn to wild west winds of changed climate typhoons.

March on, march on, self-less, expendable ME immortal. Billions of me for every ME enables ME murderous to death march MEme. Slaughter devour disperse till nothing left of me but ME

Some critics have called Yizhak Maplebury “a poet of no small importance.” Others have called him “a small poet of no importance.” Little is known about Maplebury as he exists beyond the page. Unproven rumors have abounded that he was (and perhaps still is) a notorious gang-land/CIA hit-man, code-named, “The Egghead,” whose method of dispensing “justice” (for those who pay – him – unto those who most egregiously fail to pay the ones who pay -- him) inspired fear in the hearts of even the most jaded power-brokers on the world information/money market. The notorious NYC mobster, Boss Parcheesi, for instance, was mysteriously abducted from the locked vault he'd had himself sealed into, only to be found, what remained of him at any rate, in a New Orleans tobacco store, in a tin of what an unsuspecting, quite obviously horrified, customer had assumed, upon purchase, was a can of vacuum-packed, safety-sealed, fine Virginia pipe-tobacco. Again, these allegations are unproven. Anyway, what does it matter what Maplebury did – or does – to earn his “living?” We modern readers are not concerned with the life of the artist, but the value of the work... Read other articles by Yitzhak, or visit Yitzhak's website.