Dragoljub Todorović
Neutrijarhat/Neutriarchy
D r a g o l j u b T o d o r o v i ć
»Neutrijarhat/Neutriarchy«
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© 2012, Dragoljub Todorović
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Textual part translated by: Aleksandra Milić
(except: »The end of culture ›I’m fed up‹« - original version)
Poems translated and adapted by: Vladimir Radmanović
Layout & Print: Buchfabrik Halle · www.buchfabrik-halle.de
ISBN 978-3-942200-50-9
This was an interesting venture. But above all, the author must distance himself from the text itself. He appears as a medium of what was going through the air that he inhaled. It was only the scrivener of all that the cosmos was sending to the mundane air. So, any accident or panic in the real-material sense is utterly ran-dom and innocent. Because, these are not the words of the per- son addressed by the positive norms as the author, but of higher voice whose call this so called author successfully decoded and translated into the earthly language understandable to human beings! Many stories and terms will remain mysterious to the author himself, because he’s just studied the language of the cosmos. Maybe the end of this reading, if any, will remain unknown until the end as the cosmos.
You can only breathe it. Briefly and in the future (the most similar to her earthly form)…
The ancient people could not feel the necessity of freedom or to appreciate its advantages, their social organization led them to the desire for freedom, which is quite different from the freedom that this system offers to us. The freedom of the old was comprised in the collective, but at the same time what the old understood as »freedom« meant a kind of collective freedom and subjugation of the individual to the authorities. Each individual act was subjected to the strict supervision, and nothing was left to the individual’s independence. Having the role of a citizen, the man decides on peace and war, and as an individual he was under surveillance. In modern nations, one is independent in his private life, being sovereign even in the freest countries only formally, and his sovereignty is limited. All the former states were closed and as the inevitable consequence, the spirit of these countries was combative and forced to fight against each other or to be silent threat to each other in the event of peace. The war was a constant interest, and as a necessary result, all of these states had their own slaves. On the other hand, there was a trade. Historical experience shows us that the end of the war always came back human to trade, or a milder and more secure relationship. Trade, created as a response to historical wars, more and more replaces the war.
The aim of the modern nations is security in the private enjoy-ment. Free institutions resting on the historical experience and knowledge would have to continue to survive. Social power injured in every sense the human individual’s independence, but no need for it. The appearance of the nation revealed only part of the abstract sovereignty. If we live in modern times, freedom that corresponds to modern times is desirable. Individual freedom is the true modern liberty and political freedom should be there as its guarantee to a minimum. Political freedom which offers to all citizens without distinction the most sacred interests, and establishes between them a kind of intellectual equality which is known as the glory and power of that part of humanity, because it strengthens his spirit and refines his thoughts.
This is not fiction, this is the only reality in an attempt to high-light and flag some other dimension. May what you feel and dream be a fiction, and you all already seen? The wrong term, and thus domesticated. And again, because people do not sufficiently permeate and they do not want to penetrate into each other.
This is not fiction, it is art. Rather, it is fiction, what is considered real and realistic. This is true and invisible reality, everything that does not speak and yet say at the end of their own. That is an area that does not expire and is not announced. A vast heigth and intact depth. This is art without exhibits, intangible ceremony, art where all are the artists, whatever they may be and whatever you do …
What is the law for. What are the court and judges for. What is the jury for…if truth is incomprehensible, if justice is different …
What are we for, what is life for…if we are not really ourselves …
What time for, what are dream and reality for… If this all comes down to stagger during sleep …
And why always the »what« questions, when all your »what« ends with »nothing« …
What are all these words for… I guess because of everything …
It has been obvious now and then that manking liked to swim in the bipolar world and everything it brings. Were women so uninterested in power and ready to rule out of shadow, and easily released matriarchy to expire, or the nature of men had more ambitious views of the world… Only, in neither of systems, it seemed that human beings haven’t fully found thei place. The historical division between male and female, today more than ever seems outdated, but routine and fear not to return to some more derivative ways of communion simply bring us back from pur intentions and thoughts that we must change something.And definitely, the time for that arrived. It is ridiculous to continue to endure (and even more to insist) and be passive towards a form that still lives as a patriarchy, at the same time working on the same-sex mariage, freedom of changing names, last names… Simply, mankind has had a tendency towards neutro and as such it has to be reformed on all necessary fields and still confirm the sovereignty of patriarchy.
Signals and guidelines leading to this reversal, gender transformation and sexual Renaissance would have to be in the spirit of the neutriarchy. And even the revolution of transition from one to the other would have to be anything but revolution itself (in the classical sense of the word). In the eternal bipolar frictions, both victories and surrenders could be found. Neutriarchy as a transition that would allow equal rights, in the spirit of its laws, should by its introduction and existence really be neutral, ie. would not know either conquered or defeated. He would not distinguish male from female, that is a man from other areas of life, truth from lies. He would consolidate the necessities of life with nature, and in all processes that make the man and his habits reduced to normality. The processes that preceded and followed that would be a revolution and the revolution itself. Everything would take on a different course. People would then be born completely free, without being imposed by their name, heritage, faith, commitment. As such they would be devoid of jealousy, greed and a sense of sweetness due to many restrictions. Such a breath of air and an atmosphere that wouldn’t lead them on the mentioned the sins. Every living would experience complete harmony. The food chain and procreation would disappear. Simply, everything that lives would breathe and let go the eternity.
MY UN
Somewhere on the coast of Westdream avenue, with all 77 flags and small flags … A lot of differences from the existing, the seat of some multi-dimensional realm, of quite another sphere; there are no the chairmen, nor anyone has the right of veto, there is no discussion about wars, famine, climate changes… Now comes only a response to a letter they received… you guess from whom.
»Dear Earthlings, far from despising and underestimating you, we only want to point out the important differences between us and you, and there is, you must agree, a lot of them. Any request that your planet sent to the UN of the Multi-dimensional Empire of the Our Galaxy is discussed with great care. Just a little bit confusing is the signature of the person you are calling the Chairman. Is it possible that one speaks for all. I think this will be the main attraction of our Empire. We don’t have such a situation, there is an agreement at all levels and in all matters. However, do not raise our hands and vote for some kind of PROS and CONS. In our country, peace is the imperative, and perhaps the because of that the cosmic force separated us from you a million light years. In a letter to us, you ask from us to respond as soon as possible. Since we do not know what you use to measure that »time«, we can tell you in advance that we do not know what it is, let alone its characteristics. You have wars. In the cosmic encyclopedia (admittedly very poor) we found that it means moving and bustling of space dust. Do you need someone who will shred the powder, or cover the boiling lava? You say that you are worried by hunger. You explain to us the sense of the lack of food, and you explain the »food« as something to be eaten, and the »dish« as something that is brought into the mouth to be lived. Despite our consulting with Cosmic ency-clopaedia and the Cosmic Space Community of Southeastern Galaxies, we were unable to decipher your terms, but we assume that this is something typical for the undeveloped parts of the South Eastern Galaxies. If we are looking for what is called food, we can supply you only by the substances inhaled in our empire, but we are afraid that during the transport of these substances do not pass another one million light years away, as you call what we call the moment (the term closest to your »time«), and in the meanwhile some other trouble happens to you (also, the concept not exactly known in our Empire). As for these, as you call them, climate changes, you couldn’t find the explanation nowhere. Could you provide us with more details to explain the word? From your letter we understood that there is a gradual withering away of life on your planet. One more attraction for all of northwestern galaxies of Southeastern Galaxies!
We do not know the way to help you. It is true that we are all the cells of one giant called the universe, but he won’t disappear just like that, as you know he doesn’t know for the end. We hear that you are concerned by the Big bang, which is honestly, really funny, because there was a giant before that your time, he invented the time for you, you tingle and harass him very much, so in order to cut and land on all your jokes he invented what you call time. So that all your efforts to prove WHY, HOW, WHERE and WHO- are in vain. We do not know if you are familiar with our tendencies of development but we have in plan to climb to the brain of the Giant. To talk that to you is rather superfluous and redundant, since you have not even laid out nor illuminate the paths to the southeastern galaxies. We have made every effort and our boats are located somewhere over his heart and are flying to his brain. Surely you’ve noticed that we do not mention what you believe in and call time. In the name of friendship and well relationships of the galaxies, we hope that we will send our Courier aircraft and boats to help you (as soon as we finish with the mentioned expedition), if nothing else, at least to come closer to the heart of the giant. We do not forget the old and good neighbors.
We hope that your mail will successfully accept the shipment of our peculiar substance called love-peace. We welcome all of your creatures, and thanks for answering«.
Do you realize that you are a mere shadow which on its eternal journey through what is called migration in every stumble on the rocks of the trap of the universe becomes higher and restless for all the new challenges ahead to the eternal destination? The place where you reside now and the allocated body in which you breathe and water the weeds of the previous evolutions, are just the trap, the illusion of the visible and the abyss without branches. I will never understand this incomprehensible degradation in time. The countable things have a number, physical shape or transience covered with fake golden plated eternity. No, it’s not you. These are some higher powers that stepped finger on what you call life, and you have peppered the soup led by some ambitions that are nothing more than a collision of particles.
And for the worse, you’ve never been asked for life. Tell me - is there a point in cultivating and preserving something that is not your will? You cried when born, you’ll cry at the end, at best, others will cry over you if you do not. And, what’s the point of everything? Give birth in order to die, to pass some pointless pain, deceive yourself with your own intelligence and pragmatism, and it’s all the same. Perhaps you have no choice. Or maybe you have, if the life, for you, is the beginning of some end. Indeed, the eternal is where you will never enjoy and which doesn’t have the equivalent in the material world. The curse of the universe or whatever, just unfinished evolution prevents the convergence of our own spirit, and familiarity with body excludes any possibility to that famous approaching to the divine.
Yes, now I realize that this is an escape from the harsh reality. Because, mankind has so far come to the subcutaneous tissue but not to the bone in discovering the meaning of life. The skel-eton is very different, and rare are those with an eye to touch the deepest rock bottom. I understand that curse of life and the continuation of species. Is it love when a child is made, born and educated or is it just fear not to grow old and stay alone, our inability to believe more in work than in human and material, our selfishness. What is a joy to give birth, only to give birth, to follow generally accepted earthly form. Does the parents’ spirit really live in child? Is that subconscious relationship equal to the one when we hate, love and forgive? Does this love that comes from the subconscious drags with itself other things from the subconscious that we hide deeply and under the guise of conscientious. Yes, it drags a lot, but one who’s going there doesn’t have the eye of conscientious in the cerebellum of the subconscious. For, loving someone from the depth also provides a potential killer that will develop himself from that part where the subconscious love developed. Sick love and adoration of someone means to kill for the sake of the same, make the damage or prevent a subject that seems dangerous to the loved one. If the love is of all forms the most subconscious, why has it found its basis in law and social norms? Why has the law not interfered into the roots of that relationship and why the center of that relationship, the embryo and later a child, man, does not ask anything in the initial stages of future child-parent relationship? Or, are we left that too from the rest of evolution, which will hardly with the organic and subconscious habits, grow into a revolution.
In that area, the revolution will come only when »compatibility« becomes the imperative of all imperatives, and we don’t rejoice in something we do not know what it is and what it can do to us. Is the phrase »my child« a classic example of possessiveness and lack of knowledge of nature, universe, the absence of deeper analysis and the ancestor of all the restlessness that are happening with no reason and have no winners. I agree that there is some symbolism in which the mother and father are very happy for their first child is happening especially to them, and because that child, with that special physical and psychological characteristics, is their gift. It’s just a gift. We, people, did not participate in its creation. The embryo, later a child and a man, with his arrival on the world sends an entirely different message, which still remains elusive, and only through the very life and actions of that being realizes that this is in fact seemingly independent individual who hasn’t not seek for this life and who will through the earthly life pass all those same temptations and exaltation, the same as those who have assigned to it.
When his life seemed utterly meaningless, he would escape from that thought to that instinctive part of himself, make and give birth to a child who will ask himself eventually the same question. Nothing new, only it is to be understood only when you approach the end. Then, the forgiveness takes place which the person enjoying gives selfishly to himself and others. He wonders himself what will happen to his forgiveness when he goes away. And he is way wrong, he is just a mere poor guy. Even his body was given to him on rent, he was given some awakened, still tipsy spirit, that will eventually sleep away (as it will be seen by our eyes), and perhaps this spirit will just move to some other being of some other dimension. He thinks that he left something behind himself, while he only brought with him his naked body. And deep down, he will ask himself whether