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Monday, November 18, 2024
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Brooklyn Bridge - Vladimir Mayakovsky
Brooklyn Bridge
Proclaim, Coolidge,
a shout of joy!
To the good
and I don’t apologize for the words.
Blush red
from my praise
like the flag of our motherland,
even if you’re
the disunited states of
America.
Like an obsessed believer
goes
to church,
Withdrawing,
austere and simple,
to a cell, -
So I
at a vespers
seeming so gray,
Walk onto,
humble, the Brooklyn Bridge.
As into a city,
into its destruction,
the conqueror makes his way
on cannons - with a muzzle
as tall as a giraffe -
so, giddy with glory,
satisfied at nothing,
I clamber up,
proud,
onto the Brooklyn Bridge.
Like an idiot artist
into the museum's madonna
thrusts his eye,
enamored and sharp,
so I,
from a sky,
peppered with stars
look
at New York
through the Brooklyn Bridge.
New York
until the evening heavy
and stifling,
I forgot
how heavy it is
and tall,
and it’s only
hobgoblin spirits
that rise up
in the clear luminescence of the windows.
Here
it hardly itches,
the elevators’ itch.
And it’s only
by this quiet itch
that you will understand -
the trains creeping along, rattling,
as though
putting the dishes in the cupboard.
When then,
it seemed, from down river
a peddler began
delivering sugar
from the mill, -
that
under the bridge the passing masts
measured
no more than the size of pins.
I’m proud
here’s this mile of steel,
alive from it
my visions have risen -
a struggle
for structures
rather than fashions,
a rough accounting
of nuts
and steel.
If
it comes
the end of the world -
chaos
will polish
the planet,
and the only
thing left will be
this,
erected over the dust of ruination a bridge,
then
in the way that from bones,
more slender than needles,
they grow stout
the dinosaurs
mounted in museums,
so
from this bridge
a geologist in days to come
will be able
to reconstruct
the present day.
He will say:
- You see this
steel paw
that united
the seas and the prairies,
from here
Europe
burst into the West,
throwing
to the wind
Indian feathers.
It looks like
a machine
this rib here -
think about it,
are there enough hands,
to, standing
with a steel foot
on Manhattan,
to pull Brooklyn
by its lip
all this way?
By the wires
of the electric strand -
I know -
after the steam
age -
here
people
already
were shouting on the radio,
here
people
already
were soaring in the air.
Here
life
was for some - carefree,
for others -
a famished prolonged wail.
From here
the unemployed
into the Hudson
threw themselves
head first.
Next
my painting
without a snag
along strings - the cables
right to the feet of the stars.
I see -
here
stood Mayakovsky,
stood
and wrote poetry syllable by syllable -
I’m watching,
like an eskimo looking at a train,
I bite,
like a tick bites into an ear.
Brooklyn Bridge -
Oh yes…
That’s the thing!
Vladimir Mayakovsky - 1925
translation - Barry Link
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Stick and Slip
The stick–slip phenomenon… is a type of motion exhibited by objects in contact sliding over one another. The motion of these objects is usually not perfectly smooth, but rather irregular, with brief accelerations (slips) interrupted by stops (sticks). Stick–slip motion is normally connected to friction, and may generate vibration (noise) or be associated with mechanical wear of the moving objects, and is thus often undesirable in mechanical devices. On the other hand, stick–slip motion can be useful in some situations, such as the movement of a bow across a string to create musical tones in a bowed string instrument.
Dick Cheney is a true believer in the two party system. He shares that with the party whose ticket he's endorsed. Two party system, here, refers to the common support by Democrats and Republicans for American dominance of the global economy and preservation of capitalist production at home. Common in the sense that political control of the state apparatus can be safely exchanged between the two within agreed parameters to absorb the more ordinary domestic and international contradictions.
This consensus is now entirely encompassed within one party, the party which has put forth a platform of opposition to Trump. By focusing their criticism on the thrice nominated candidate of the Republicans the Democrats avoid presenting themselves as the single survivor of the 20th century American partisan landscape. The bloc which has coalesced behind Trump is the negation of the two party system and, specifically, of the Republican party as a partner to it. Its platform identifies, paradoxically, the Democrats with the movement of the working class to supplant the political-economic order which they, along with their erstwhile partners in the GOP, have always been pledged to uphold.
In fact, the “far left” against which Trump directs the wrath of his so-called movement is not represented by a mass political party in this election. It is certainly not to be found in a cabal of globalists who both own everything and are simultaneously conspiring to overthrow private property, throttle biblical prophecy, and so forth. The far left does exist as the inevitable specter of opposition to the multiple, intertwined crises that threaten the planet.
The Democrats, while faithful to the old order, are capable of expressing the aspirations of opposition. In their rhetoric it’s apparent they lack any other inspiration. Just this acknowledgement is enough to trigger the reactionary negation of the entire American political system: no contradiction, no way forward, no politics, no reality, all stick, no slip. This is the end to which a doddering, beset Trump is delighted to dedicate his stream of consciousness stand-up act.