In the name of the Revolution, the Double Barricade.
(Impure “impure, impure history of ghosts”)
The barricades erect their own histories, yesterday France, today Egypt, tomorrow Denmark. Protests are remembered through their laundered dirty dead. Bobby Sands now painted large upon our walls of liberation, his death squares and multiplies itself with a conjoined Lorca and Lennonesque algebraic formula.
The dead poets cry: Long live death! "¡Viva la Muerte!"
The sleeping dogs of Revolution whimper in their dreams.
A chain gang are cutting into the rock face, they work in harmony, singing spirited hymns and humming while they carve the new fifth face of Rushmore. Marx’s beard is taking shape; the chained men cut his features, shape his nose and carve his delicate mouth out of the unformed granite. The gang work hard at their labour, they sweat profusely and are undernourished. Lining the edges of Lincoln’s hair stand a row of armed prison guards looking down on the chained workers, they despise their prisoners.
Keeping their sticky hands on the keys of power is a priority of the ruling hegemony. They play their harmonies in F minor to the masses, creating groans of misery and a deep longing for the grave. The sound we hear in the distance is the sound of the hammering of nails into the coffin of socialism, while the leaders shape their little Englanders, little Americas, little Russians and little Hitlers all readied to fight their wars on all domestic fronts. After-all Capitalism begins at home.
The chains of the prisoners are rattling to a B minor harmony (30), patiently the gang awaits its fate, each man waiting for divine dispensation.
30 Affective key characteristics from Christian Schubart's Ideen zu einer Aesthetik der Tonkunst
C major: Completely Pure. Associations of innocence, simplicity, naïvety, children's talk.
C minor: A declaration of love and the sighing of the love-sick soul.
Db major: A leering key, degenerating into grief and rapture. It cannot laugh, it smiles.
D major: The key of triumph, of Halleluiahs, war-cries and of victory.
D minor: Melancholy womanliness, the spleen and humours brood.
D# minor: The anxiety of the soul. When spectres speak, their speech is in this key.
Eb major: The key of love, of devotion and of intimate conversation with God.
E major: Shouts of joy, laughing and fulfilled delight.
F major: Complaisance & calm.
F minor: Deep depression, funereal lament, groans of misery and longing for the grave.
F# major: Triumph over difficulty, echo of a soul which has fiercely struggled and won.
F# minor: A gloomy key: it tugs at passion as a dog biting a dress.
G major: Rustic, idyllic and lyrical, every calm and satisfied passion.
G minor: Discontent, uneasiness and bad-tempered gnashing of teeth.
Ab major: Key of the grave. Death, grave, putrefaction and eternity lie in its radius.
Ab minor: Grumbler, suffocating heart, wailing lament and all difficult struggles.
A major: Innocent love, hope of seeing one's beloved again and trust in God.
A minor: Pious womanliness and tenderness of character.
Bb major: Cheerful love, clear conscience, hope and aspiration for a better world.
Bb minor: Mocking God and the world; preparation for suicide sounds in this key.
B major: Anger, rage, jealousy, fury, despair and every burden of the heart.
B minor: The key of patience, of calm submission to divine dispensation.
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