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by Jim Benz

"The disaster has already occurred; it resides
in everything that had to be destroyed, in all
those who had to be uprooted, in order for
work to end up as the only way of existing ..."


Un soufflé qui était déjà tombé.
The bleak obfuscation.
As it has always been said.
This syndrome. Prescriptive, industrious,
performing. To adopt an outlook.
An elaborate discomfort.
Of registration
and tin-plated wherefore
'til the mind
founders, entranced
but unconsecrated. La femme
qui chantait des lilas.
Suffice it to say



"... The horror of work is less in the work itself
than in the methodical ravaging, for centuries,
of all that isn't work: the familiarities of one's
neighborhoood and trade, of one's village,
of struggle, of kinship, our attachment to
places, to beings, to the seasons, to ways
of doing and speaking."

--The Invisible Committee

10/27/2010

Posted on 10/28/2010
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/28/10 at 12:53 PM

Have you ever made a souffle that didn't fall? Cute write Jim.

Posted by V. Blake on 10/28/10 at 09:16 PM

Had to settle for some sketchy translations, but I enjoyed the read all the same. Well done as always, Jim.

Posted by Steve Michaels on 10/29/10 at 01:02 AM

An elaborate discomfort. Of registration and tin-plated wherefore Nice!

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 10/29/10 at 08:10 PM

yeah, what's a 'real job' anyways?? I've got one, and if I dwell on it too long, it certainly takes on a certain level of un-reality. the cricket who happens to cross paths with my three ton forklift never knew what hit it; but that's neither here nor there...hmmmm

Posted by Laura Doom on 11/09/10 at 11:43 AM

Divide and conspire, ignorance is blessed; the lure of premedication.
Depressingly lucid stuff...

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