I.Abstract shitconvert legitinate legal actionposing for a fractionget a piece of the actionfragmentatedday and night sireneselectric prostitutioncontemplated billboard gamespeople playin the centre of thingslies, fearwestern hemisphereweed and cash and other trashstay discretesmiling faces leave no tracesbe a lot going on beneaththe code of the streetsseekingpsychiatric evaluationin a diversity of placesunique fysique, expressionsonly to be found in differentsocial cocoon-communities
II.Step into the city scenewhere masks hide age and deathvacuum smoke beautybading in radioactive tarmulti-racial scarsafro pharaoh pollutiongarden botanic can’t stand itcerebral intersectionchasing clouds in sheepsclothingas the windwelcomes warm rainincredible mind zonefrom the ground upincredible mind zonefighting natural lawsincredible mind zoneanimals without clawsdogswill fight or share food for shelter
III.Internet parasitehigh insightsdrawn to artificial submissionseclectic rites of pure promiscuity“Does anybody live in the city?”Step into the city scenea self-attracted universeno velocityno reasons left to leavethe beauty of blacks and bluesyoung Turks, Moroccan Jewsheadwrapped Arab schoolgirlEastern beauty with a Western twirlinterracial intercourse, of coursemingle white lies with pale facesrituals as absurd as religionsmall-time thinking everydaywell, anywayblind to facts, lookingto the right and leftand back again
IV.Step into the city scenethe sky stays closed hereminds have no spatial thoughtsno motion in the shadow of secured buildingsEurope as a continentis closed, content and rigidso unlike downtownamericawhere space is thinkinga void is a contemplationand destruction equals creation: ba da bingboom bapStep into the city scene,the crowd, the traffic, the scenariointense contact lense agressionwe will survivetribes, gangs, organised conventionsthis is the anti-arkwhere everybody boards aloneandnobody leaves home his phonewhere every night the last specimenof human civilisationattends the final partywith poor spunk qualityplease police, protect meas the city holds species endangeredyes master, no servantgymnastic breakglancingdidn’t realize it was a danceuntil it was finisheddiminished, lostattitude indifferenttombs of non-motionChinese warriorsheroic standstill
V.surprisingly, at the debt of the abyss there is“akshun”juggling verbs like Ishmael Butlerapocalyptic descriptionsof voluntary fictionsat your service like helicopterson rooftopsnaked upper body and rolling thighsseeking exhaustionbringing Athens the news of victoryas too many messengers seektriumphantly senseless seedssocial media breeds the messagebecoming the messageapproaching the finish line nowsave ass, deleteone love, disabledthe dream is over, yoTV shows arepolitical programstranslated into grafitti:I tag therefore I amfree resistance publicityproof of existencestrange signs of weaknessanonymous achievementsevidence without purposeunder the surfaceincorporated transportationthe fourth dimension isa special effectsuper infrastructureexcessive undergroundspeaker implosionVI.Step into the city scene,the comedy of catastrophylaugh at me I’m harmlessdecadent superficial threatslaugh at me I’m heartlessevery morning is a miracleviolent expressionstechnical obsessionscommon sense BMW buyerthere’s no shame in human sacrificecirculation roulettewe’re all gameabsorbed in impersonal rolesurban charactersideal demonstrationsethnic organizationsnaïve mutationsmorfologically moralconcrete hateforms of wealth and powerpuritan hygienemiserywastevanitybut mostly useless yawningthe dawning of a new world“Oui, je sens de l’amour toute la violence…”darwinistic survivalismfrom one timezone to the nextfrom departure to arrivalsaliva frantictransatlantic atmosphereraising high eyebrowsthe sun is coming up nowthis city could burn me-end of journey.
Peter Beda (°1972) is a Belgian writer, poet and MC/singer, currently based in Brussels. He has released several musical projects under the name 72 Soul, Lazy Rebel and Pierre Citron. He has been published in Maintenant 11 (A Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art) and several underground zines. He writes in French, English and Dutch and holds a master degree in Comparative Cultural Sciences.Peter Beda brings a new voice and vibe to the art form of rap, autobiographical fiction and poetry, using a spoken thought method to shine light from the mental darkness of doubt and confusion, which he understands as an element of hindering personal progress.“Love your life, live your dreams.”