Det ANDET møntvaskdigt

Det første er naturligvis "At være beat" fra Manuskrifter om hvad som helst, som Marianne Stidsen i Den ny mimesis læser som forfærdelig dæmonisk horsontalistisk:

"(...) Turèll eksempelvis i en tekst som ovenstående omfavner alt amerikansk. Som nævnt går den ensidige dyrkelse af identitetens horisontale side, som bl.a. ses i et digt som "At være beat", nemlig fuldkommen i hak, skal det vise sig, med det neoliberalistiske paradigme, som just udspringer fra USA, og som kommer til at dominere over hele den globale arena efter 1980."

Det andet er at finde som to fragmenter nogle sider mellem hinanden blandt kilovare-teksterne af Laugesen og Turèll i Victor B. Andersens Maskinfabrik (anmeldt i WA Bøger i dag, sammen med genudgivelserne af Vangede Billeder, Nytår i Rom og Livstid - og hvor farligt er ås det for velfærdsstaten??:

AT THE AUTOMATIC WASHING SUPERMARKET

All those people
And not a word

I borught my bag of dirty clothes
So they did

I got high on the lavatory
Sat down to write a poem in the machine hall
With all their eyes in front of me

Sunday families
(Yes I remember
We all know of families)
Machines rolling
Clothes cleaning
Smells of soap
Coca-cola automate

I have no cigarette nor any money
Outside there's a travel agency
On the other side of the pale street
A hunting & fishing store

Metallic sounds
Each time someone makes a change
Or buys a drink
The lavatory is automatic too
First: drop meoney
Second: drop shit
All in all
               it's quite the same

Three phases:
Washing machine
Centrifugal extractor
Drycleaner

This is still the first

((...) ?)

I grab i my pockets after cigarettes
I re-lit the empty pipe
O pipes & cigarettes smoken long ago
The present society would crash without tobacco
WE SHOULD LET IT

Second phase
The wet partly cleaned clothes
Turn around in high speed

I'm a confessional cannabis smoker

Think there's about twenty people here
What will I do when I get home
What will they do

Enter conscience:
Washing one's dirty underwear
Confusing information on your body withheld

Second time I walk out for air
No one else seems to care
Lazy sunday midday traffic
Want some music (seeing arecord shop)

Third phase
Clothes drying very hot
They have a light system
                                         red yellow white
On each machine
And the machines are Italian

I go outside again
Refill pipe
Smoking a lonely pipe of Ganja
(Indian: Ganja means 'insight')
In front of the travel agency
Red colour pencil dancing in my fingers
On little pieces of paper
A notebook once bought & forgot

((...) ?)