Category Archives: There is no justice in poetry

Change becomes you

We’re all done here. However, we must advise you that you will not return to the life you left. You will most likely find that the home you live in is not, emotionally, your home. This is common, usual and, rest assured, healthy. When you wake up tomorrow, you will most likely feel the need to change things, throw away old objects and alter your habits.

Do these things. It’s normal, and it is part of the reason most of our customers come to us.

We must emphasize that you will not feel quite yourself during the coming weeks and months. We removed some of your memories and their associated emotional pathways, but we did not alter your way of life up to this point. A way of life that was, in more ways than you will ever know, determined and hedged in by these memories and emotions. Most of the things you did were a result of your effort to avoid or manage what you felt or feared, and most of these things will not make sense without these emotions. You might find yourself wondering why certain things are the way they are.

Do not linger at these things. You are a new person, not limited by who you were. If certain things don’t make sense to you, it’s because they don’t. You have changed, and we encourage you to change your environment to suit you. Change becomes you.

We have, to the best of our ability, talked to those around you (as per your request and as ethics requires) about the new you. However, they remember what you don’t, and can’t be made to forget. It is only natural that you would want to find out what you have forgotten. We suggest you postpone finding out until you’ve settled into your new self. Your friends and family will understand, and will tell you everything when you are ready. There is no rush.

Should you be in need of counseling, guidance, or assistance with moving heavy furniture, feel free to give us a call.

Remember: Your new life begins now.

Not much to crew about

The water gushed through the hole in the hull.

“It’s too late for us! We cannot hold! Abandon ship!” the Captain roared, captainly. The crewmembers, crewingly, heard both gush and roar, and made haste to abandon as much ship as possible as fast as possible.

They knew authority when they experienced it.

The Captain, being Captain, remained on board for as long as possible. The heroic notion of going down with the ship was more than just a heroic notion – is was ethos incarnate, and he was it.

Two weeks later, he was still on board. He was still roaring. The water, though, had done its share of gushing, and was more keen on heeding the order of abandoning ship than anything else.

Water is sublime, you see.

The crew, not so much. They are back on board, and they are (without success) trying to convince the Captain that the ship isn’t sinking. And that, if it was, they would have plenty of time to repair it, seeing as they were safely parked in a harbor, with plenty of supplies.

The Captain wouldn’t have it. He was determined to go down with the ship, and like that other captain, Ahab, this made him rather narrowminded when it came to seeing alternative ways forward.

The crew, being both unsubtle and loyal, did what Ahab’s crew should have done. They sank the ship, Captain and all, and went on living their lives knowing that duty sometimes takes a strange toll on those who sublimate too much.


Love overpowered

Behold! The power of love! the young lover said. And did indeed demonstrate the power of love, beyond the bounds of what any sane person would consider reasonable doubt. It was Seen, it was Beheld, it was Understood.

Peripeteia is a good starting point.

As it was understood, it was put into systematic use. The power of love could heal all wounds, and thus, only true lovers were allowed to be soldiers, to cut cost. The power of love could overcome every obstacle, and the mining industry had a few lucrative things to say about that. The power of love could traverse space and time, which soon made the NSA acutely obsolete. The power of love could turn friends into enemies, and not a few neoliberals saw the potential political and market exploits inherent in this fact.

The young lover didn’t ask for this. And the anagnorisis was brutal.

All is fair in love and war. Even mutilated literary tropes.