This Voice I Speak With

people are programmed to accept a media construct
we are programmed to simply reuse elementselementselements
elementselementselementselementselementselementselements
reused, reduced, recycled,
reused, reduced, recycled,
reused, reduced, recycled
we are fragmented
I have become fragmented
(become f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-e-d?)
my mind is burdened
I am haunted by the world around me
I fear I may become so unreflective there will be an implosion

is there such a thing as pure originality in this fragmentation?
I am in a delirium of saturation
my minds (minds? mind? multiplex mind)
my mind struggles to breathe in this mire...
struggle-s to breathe
struggle-s to move
struggle-s to survive

*breathe you fucker

...my over-saturated one-track mind

I must fight against this one-track mind
I must create a new culture that flows through my minds
flows through my bodies
gives new life to my beings

there is no fixed position
(except in hyprocrisy and sheer conservativism)
renewal takes a long time
a l--------o---------n----------g time
creativity rests in how I reconfigure
how I reconstruct the f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-s
of my minds
of my memories
of my lives

discover your multiplex consciousness
multiplex consciousness
multiplex consciousness
multiplex consciousnesses

*breathe you fucker

writing is the only thing I can call my own
I want to learn how to communicate with my fellow human beings
BUT I don't know how to write
NOR do I know what to say
AND (even worse) this voice is not my own
YET...

*I can always squeeze something out of the past and
make it become new, call it MY own

is this originality? is this creativity? are these words then my own?
does my creativity rest in how I recontextualize
the previous expression of others?
does it rest in how I reuse, reduce, recycle
the f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-e-d world around me?
(does this then become my f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-e-d s-e-l-f?)

*breathe you fucker

this voice I speak with is not my own
these voices I speak with are NOT my own
this voice I speak with is all my own
these voices I speak with are ALL my own

women are not allowed to talk
tell them to shut up
I am not allowed to talk
tell me to shut up
shut up
shut up
shut up
SHUT UP SHANNON

*breathe you fucker

(it is as difficult to appropriate the thoughts of others
as it is to invent my own)