Poem

Dolores Dorantes

Side by side

DESCOMPOSICIÓN

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DESCOMPOSICIÓN. F. Décompositon. – E. Descomposition, Confusion. – G. Zersetzung. – It. Scomposizione. – P. Descomposição. / f. The act and effect of decomposing or being decomposed. 
 DESCOMPOSTURA. (from desand compostura). f. Decomposition. / Dirtiness, slovenliness. / fig. Cheek, impertinence, lack of respect. 
 DESCOMPRESIÓN. (from des and compresión). f. The act of decompressing. 
 DESCOMPRIMIR. tr. To release a body that has been compressed.
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 “This minimalist design understood the fact that value and wealth are produced at the margins; that is to say, in the far reaches inhabited by the creativity, innovation, and diversity of all societies.” 
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You’re vanishing. We’ve all had the same experience. We think responsibility and the fulfillment of duty are one single thing. Corporate identity. To mold oneself. To consent. Pinned to a set of abstractions. Without a political position. Without a center (pleasure, pain). A person organized according to a principle of power. You and not you will insist on responsible behavior. Obeying the dominant political ideology. To mold oneself. To consent. You’re vanishing. Even if the nature of such an orientation is revealed. In all its exteriority. We’ve all had the same experience. Corporate identity. We align ourselves through the body. Through our color. Through uniformed attire. The style in vogue: to obey. To mold oneself. In all one’s exteriority. Such people only change responsibilities and direction along with structure. To be able. To be able to mold oneself. To be able to obey. Corporate identity. We’ve all had this same experience; we think it’s all one single thing. This inopportune phenomenon. The inopportune change at the same time as the changing structure. Structure organizes. To mold oneself. To obey. The structure from the watchtower. You and not you, they watch. They change, inopportunely. Without a center. Without a political position. Although their true nature is revealed (pleasure, pain). 
 You change, abruptly, our concept of identity. Identity and the fulfillment of duty, secretly, connect. You and not you, devoutly. To obey. To mold oneself. As soon as the structure changes. To be able. As soon as the danger changes. To obey. This phenomenon. To give life. To take life. Our usual concept of identity. Clearly the same. There is no authentic self in the present. There isn’t. An authentic self in the present. To not be. 
 
To follow, devoutly, the rules of worldly success. Business. Devoutly. Loyalty is identity. To mold oneself. To change loyalties. To change identities. According to the power structure. As soon as it changes. Corporate identity. You and not you, together. Abruptly. Obeying the set of abstractions. To change, clearly. To adjust oneself. To cease to be. To give or take. Life. To follow the rules of worldly success. You and not you, a walking organism. They are revealed in all their exteriority. To change blood. To change identity. To change loyalties. To obey the new structure. Because, in you, no authentic self is present. Not to be. As soon as the danger changes, to deny fear. To deny pain. To deny pleasure (they connect, secretly). 
 
To pass the text of adaptability. ‘Realism.’ Corporate identity as soon as the danger changes. The ability to obey. As soon as the structure changes. The structure organizes. Copiously. (Pleasure and pain connect, secretly.) To deny everything. Callously. Even if its true nature is revealed. To jump from one set of responsibilities to another, one set’s adaptability to another set of abstractions. To not be. As soon as the danger changes.
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In the structure. Hungry. To take the first step. In the water. Fearful. To deliver. The first blow. You. Who have disappeared. Who live. Who launch your thinking from the jungle or from the tunnel. You, not me. In the structure. In pain. To deliver. The first fear. In the leap. Hungry. The first step. Who have disappeared. You. Who live. Who launch the jungle from your thinking or from the tunnel. Face-down. You, not me. Face-down in the water. You, not me. Face-down in fear. You, not me. Face-down in the first blow. In the structure.
 
It’s produced in the margins. You are you and your disappointment. The decomposition of the light. Copiously. You and your shadow. You and your setting free. You are you and your shamelessness, from which you give orders. You and the construction of the tower where you point to me or watch me. It’s produced in the margins. The act of decompressing, slovenliness. You are you and the speed at which you shift from one thought to the next. To do is to undo. You and your repetition in someone else’s mouth. In the mouth of the society that opens itself to adore you. You are you and your mask. To lose. To lose all of it. 
 
It’s produced in the margins. You and your slave-condition. Drowning in its propriety. Drowning in its shadow. Drowning in callous impoverishment. From which you self-modulate each code. You and your hiding place behind the monitor. On the platform. Shameless. Producing your mask. Drowning in its propriety, that is to say. Copiously. Copiously. Just like the petal that peeks a single tip out of the ashes. Just like the laborious construction. Your nubile mouth. Your mouth that opens, drowning callously. Your cadaver-mouth. That is to say. 
 
Observing decomposition isn’t an attribute of your circumstances. That is to say. Observing pain isn’t an attribute of your circumstances. Say you’re displacement. Pilgrimage. Observing the light the tower casts on you isn’t an attribute of your circumstances. Say you’re the course. The inaccessible nature that pushed stones toward this mountain. Say you’re a stone. Let’s finish the interrogation. 
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