Thinking of Pentti Saarikoski

 I dreamt last night ghosts were beheading ghosts. Phantasmic, cruel, silent, voila! The dead dominated the dead.
 
 If you think it’s perfectly acceptable to mix untruth with nonfiction I’ll say Leon Trotsky was in my dream. He said to a tall ghost who was trepanning a shorter ghost, “Talk to me friend. Tell me anyway–Maybe I can find the truth by comparing the lies.”
 
 Oh but of course my dream didn’t contain Trotsky.
 
 Just ghosts, shimmering, anamorphic, genderless, cutting off their neighbors heads.
 
 Trotsky again: “As long as human labor power, and, consequently, life itself, remain articles of sale and purchase, of exploitation and robbery, the principle of the “sacredness of human life” remains a shameful lie, uttered with the object of keeping the oppressed slaves in their chains.”
 
 
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