Language is the new
capital. Every letter
has become capital-
ized. Words will look
you in the eyes and
make every sentence
from you. There are
great piles of paragraph,
monoliths of monograph,
reams of reading,
hoarded and then
re-injected, put to
work and boss in-
fected. Language used
to scatter, like water
and buffalo, uncon-
trollable in its wild.
Now, like water and
buffalo, words and
their herds live on
fenced and piped.
Sweet utility. Per
month. Per person.
Per unit. And the
work of reproduction
goes well beyond the
dictionary well. More
is made to restore the
store and stores are
made to bore and
gore. It used to be
that gold was heavy.
Now the yellow
stuff is a bit-part
bevy, a levy for the
levee to keep the
dam afloat. Industrial
language demigods,
what will you do with
your wealth? Language
philanthropy does not
have the same thing to
it. Bare life language
masses, will you devolve
to images and feeling?
Will text be lexed out
of your graying matter?
You will still type to
the type for a little byte
longer. But there may
not be anything good
left to bleat. Will you
treat these dystopianisms
with the disdain your
foremoneys deserve?
You sure won't spend
it all in one place. As
before, you're the product,
the raw material,
the valuable
blood.
Roman Ryan 