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WATERBOARDING TECHNIQUES: INSTRUCTION MANUAL

As when a traveller first arrives to these green and pleasant lands
Where children are fair and some women are fairies
Seduced... by an appearance of grace, until you realize
That you might as well be back in the USSR

O how i had wished to be back from the USSR
But here again, imprisoned in a cage of ideas language history
Dating back to times immemorial, the WWII, the Blitz, the Roman Empire and its Fall
Every year the same sad red poppies to remember the dead by
To remember remember
O we may still see the day in our lifetimes when this is a free country again
Church of England has secularized
Muslimhood has reconciled and you stop making war against each other
Hindus, Christians and Atheists dancing together on the streets
No police uniforms and no secret intelligence, all police force turned into Buddhists
Living in monasteries and chanting for ever in peace,
No speed cameras and no cars

If you try to dream it passionately enough
It might turn real real real

O how i had wished to be out of the USSR
Out of the USSR

But it was not to be so. The rest is not silence: how i did weep how i did cry
My hollywood dreams had been shattered forever
I think it all started with the wars on Iraq, the First Gulf War under Bush Senior
It got worse and worse: even Marylin’s posters on my wall turned sour
Micky Mouse head and tail decorating my children’s cups and sauces
Even Andy Warhol seemed like rubbish
Moral rubbish i mean

It felt like a wandering Jew along the milleniums
As much harassed and forced to hide forever or forever walk
On this planet Earth, for no other reason than being a chosen being

Crazy? Galloping a crazy horse, let’s arrive to no man’s lands of dreams
Turning into nightmares, where words may not be spelt

“You’ve lived it before” --you keep telling yourself. “You’ll survive”. Thus history repeats itself on its children, us. Or are we reenacting something?
What has been lost in the midst? Perhaps not forever?

O how i had wished to be out of the USSR
Out of the USSR


*Waterboarding, euphemism for Torture by drowning, slowly or faster, use recorded since the Middle Ages on witch-hunts (different speeds according to different techniques, as explained on modern Instruction Manuals available for coaching. See under Amazon).


Waterboarding instruction manuals were freely available for coaching purposes
But other instruction manuals were forbidden: Torture was allowed
For the sake of the “greater good”
--though many maintained God had never existed, therefore She wasn’t as dead
as others: you could be driven insane just by reading the press

Then you felt hopeless, helpless, irate without being able to express your loathing
Hatred vomiting nausea. You turned to Sartre then and Allen Gingsberg’s enraged poem
While Bulymia and Anorexia were shouting over the rooftops:

“Look again: They are your people now, you can’t be helpless since you might be needed
As Helpful: you have a mission , there is a purpose for your life too”

But one gets exhausted, breathless, as if after prolonged waterboarding

And you wonder if we’re just living under Spiritual waterboarding
[“Non physical preparations being as important as physical results
Both stretching from Actions but evidence is not important
Arrests for indefinite time wihtout charges nor trial”]
“Kafka now, non, nom de plume!”

And Anarchy rising moves her shining hair upon you like a Muse
Or a Mare
But look closer: it’s just a cat... you reawake.

“Of course you can say: I hate I hate I hate
Your books won’t be burnt. Your literature won’t
Be burnt”. --You both argue about Dostoievsky meanwhile
to feel forever guilty...

But “Eros does not arise in a Godless Universe”— said the philosopher,
Showing her fists, being sucked from below, i mean, underneath,
By a tornado-like 3D animated puppet
Who handed her an Instruction Manual for reading the Chinese
Alphabet

Which task kept her busy for centuries.