I
Why are images of Cyborgs made to look so sexy?
Why the sleek metallic lines,
the magnetic, mate-seeking bums...
the hints of a power that could pin you down and pump you like a piston?
Why the innocent, upgraded eyeballs, so sweet, so surrendered -
so totally controllable.
We are being impregnated -
blatantly, out in the open.
The collective mind is being publically raped.
I don´t care if you say it´s the Global Elite, Malevolent Aliens,
or the unconscious global Zeitgeist, the lost spirit of our times:
our imaginations are being implanted with the Lie of the Sexy Cyborg.
Sex sells.
And we are buying it -
transhumanism sexified:
sexy superhumanism.
Whether by digital, or techno, or chemical modification -
now, we are told, we can all be superhumans.
Super-sexy super-me,
and super-sexy you.
“Have you seen Maria with her new, full-body, plastic skin
that never wrinkles?”
“And what about Jennifer with her fabulous new breasts
that can take not only cow milk cartridges,
but oatmilk and coconut and soy?”
“And then, of course, there´s me -
with my shiny new cock...
I bought the ´pro´ model -
it has so many settings -
from simply limp, to sausagey, to super-hard.
And you, my darling –
you who have gone beyond plastic:
your metal curves are so streamlined and slick.
My god you´re heavy -
but so perfect!
And as you know,
the next-gen pro-cock will have
´hard forever´.
We are superhumans now.
Super-sexy cyborg super-beings.
But soon we will all be eternal!
Soon, like Superman, and Neo in the Matrix –
the whole human race will self-ejaculate -
into the infinity of stars!”
II
Well, the vision of the super-sexy bio-robot -
can fuck off
out of my mind!
I don´t care how enticing the adverts are.
I refuse to buy the cyborgs-are-sexy campaign.
I see through the propaganda for a sexed-up superhumanity.
I don´t need X-ray eyes to see what´s inside the packaging -
and it´s not sacred beauty, or gratitude, or love.
Underneath all the glamour is horror.
Underneath all the glamour
is the death of the sacred heart.
The wrapping says
super-cool, futuristic thrills -
scintillating Cyborg sexiness.
But on the inside there´s horror.
Inside is human self-hatred.
Inside is cold-blooded bloodlessness.
Inside is a vicious dehumanisation.
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This is a new version of an old poem -
rewritten fot the third edition of Love & Revolution, coming out later this year.
Mark Josephs
“Mark the Mystic Activist”
Aragon, Spain,
Summer 2024
CONSCIOUS TRIBES
Seeds of a New Culture
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