How I love the liberated masses on the march!They are unfettered, with no master, singing and merry after their terrible ordeals!On the other hand how I fear and apprehend them!I love the masses as much as I love my father.Similarly, I fear them no less than I fear him.
How loving the masses can be when they are happily excited!They carry their favourite sons high on their shoulders.
Have a house built for us better than this one…Get us better telephone service…Have a road built for us in the sea…Make public parks for us…Catch enough fish for us...Write out amulets for us...Make wedding contracts for us ...Get that stray dog out of our way…Buy a cat for us…
As a matter of fact, I do not possess it; I only snatched it from the hands of thieves, from the mouths of mice and from the fangs of dogs and gave it out to the townsmen under the name of a benefactor from the desert and in my capacity as a liberator from bondage and fetters.
Your breath annoys me, invades my privacy, violates my inner life and viciously craves to squeeze me in order to thirstily drink up my essence, lick my sweat and inhale my breath. Then it pauses, it stops molesting me only to attack again as vigorously as before. Your breath chases me like a rabid dog, dripping saliva in the streets of your mad modern city.
©Stanke Publishers, NYC 1998