Many people blame Jersey Shore for capitalism,
that people have turned material into people.
They protest (too much!):
Where did culture go? O woe is me!! This junk
is terrible.
The implication is that they, standing on the outside, are better than these fools on Jersey Shore
but I say to you cultured people: these fools are better friends to me
than you will ever be.
I wear their bare feet in the junk
and know that there is love & stuff
inside our spider sac
of capital...
It is a warm and glowing womb — my childhood —
they dance & fistpump all night recreating it.
Surely these are our cultural producers,
and we should thank them
for being entirely constituted by capital,
for, Neo-like, taking it on
& still remaining human.
Mike, are you not the situation
of our own egoistic hopes, and fears
and logic?
You try accumulating girls
like your high employers pile up capital,
a capital which is based and created on you
and creates you. You produce new
human men in turn. You are an avatar
of masculinity! The gym, the tan, the laundry
of my radical, unsentimental dreams:
Mike — I enter you
and fray upon your seams.
When you break into pieces
(all pixelated in stock quotes and in prices)
like Mr. Anderson,
missing me in one place, you find me in another.
How can you be sure that I am not capital?
That this voice, as it seeks to intercede
&, through its rhythms, enter & destroy you
is not a new frontier of capital?
And in English, too!
Surely these words are a form of capital.
