The information propaganda

Information is only information

It is neither mass nor energy

However, objectivity is only one lure

Subjectivitys are tears

All is propaganda

For such or such band

Gangster, financial, political

Any radio, any television, is not the voice

That of its servants and Masters, without law

We all are and partial

We want to propagate our ideals

Like our rivals and rivals

It is fascistic or Stalinist television

It is the costume set language

It is the radio which sponsors

Men and women, without another faith

That the money king

All is studied except for the comma

It is a question of disguising the facts well

It is Stalin and Hitler in cohabitation

It is the capitalism which swims

To manage all the shipwrecks

Admittedly, objectivity does not exist

It is heard, clearness does not exist

They are inventions

They are divagations

However, as long as we will have

Something to lose

And not very to gain

Nothing will never change

Its small family to be nourished

His/her children to be cherished

Its way of life to maintain

It is necessary well to eat

It is necessary well to be dressed

It is necessary well to be placed

It is necessary well to be heated

It is necessary well to be looked after

And all becomes propaganda

Its small band should be defended

Oh! that is not for whole humanity

But just for his/her own brother

That would have been however nice

Always to have fun

Body, spirit, without any border

Not to work but one hour per day more

And the remainder of time, to make us the court

Barber, blue-collar worker, post-office employee, in turn

All being able to learn itself

At once

And more time to lose

In alienated arts

Painting, writing, cinema

There would be to live so much

Such an amount of delay to be caught up with

And thus more time, for that

All arts solidified, petrified, sublimated

Painting, writing, cinema, what a beautiful excrement!

Life time

Will see disappearing the diseases

Life time

Will see to evaporate crimes and offenses

Life time

Will see dissolving finished arts

Life time

Will be art lived, infinite

Without any representation

Without any ostentation

Without any representation

Without any prison

Without any propaganda information

We do not want any more the museums

We want finally to amuse us

But as long as we will have

Something to lose

And not very to gain

Nothing will never change

And at the bottom

Freedom, we did not want

Fraternity, we did not wish

Equality, we detested

Patrice Faubert (2012) pouète, puète, peuète, paraphysician, Pat says the guest on “hiway.fr”