oh so many yeara ago

I wrote this whwn I was 17..............

Sitting watching the digital clock-12.19 is an eternity.
look at the clones moving up & down the effortlees escalator, Don't move! Don't think!
That's not the way to work, just sit and wait for your orders.
But even then, it doesn't matter
Unimportant work created by unimpotant people.
We've all got to do something haven't we?
It's true, what is said, work is an illusion, Heaven on earth for some, a nightmare for others.
You will be hungry between 12.00 and 14.00.
You too, will marvel too at it's cold blackneess, like some vast cold memorial to the monotonous death within.
T o be happy is to be equal-in action thought and speech equal and identical - o brave new world!
All be happy with your mindless chatter, your distorted view of reality.
If reality is televised, they only get one programme here.
Corretion, they are only allowed one programme- any more and they might have to choose - choice is a dangerous thing.
Name, rank & number as you pass into the great glass mausoleum, ignorance is strength.
Don't discuss anything - you may begin to wonder.
Unproductive, uncreative and repetitive, and worst of all, irrelevant.
You cannot create, you must not destroy - just be and be content. You may think in your lunch hour,
but only for an hour, or the work quotas will not be filled. Ruled by the green light of home.
But they're only numbers, faking what is yours, What rigt have they? By what authority?
And your reward for all this self - destruction? Money.
Make of thet what you will be faithful and true to the company.
Bow down and worship the great glass idol, and all will be well,
but stand up and shout & you will be shot down.
Do not try to change, but merely accept. Cry out loud for what you have lost.
for fear that it may never be regained - stand alone, if you can!


Anne, 1978 while working for Willis Faber & Dumas.