You may be gone, but the ideas that you shone light on
will forever shine, turning the quiet of every night
into a loud sound, a ringing in my ears
that blocks the silence I had taken comfort in for so long
This is an essay I wrote last year. Names and scenarios are fictional.
Thank you for your letter of 1 May 2012 in which you requested advice on Internet regulation laws in relation to your planned publications. Your questions, our answer to those questions and the reasons for our answers is set out below.
Q1: Is Australian government in the position to use Internet regulation laws in order to deny you access to the Internet from your home or smartphone?
A: Most likely no. Depending on the state/territory in which you reside, police may have the authority to seize your computing equipment that allow you to connect to your Internet Service Provider (e.g. modem, router).
Q2: Is Australian government in position to use Internet regulation laws in order to deny public access to your offshore and/or local websites?
A: For local websites, the government can order a hosting provider to remove your content, after it is classified under Refused Classification. For offshore websites, it has only been shown so far that the government may be able to order the host in question to block access to Australian residents only.
Q3: Is Australian government in position to use Internet regulation laws in order to deny you or the public, access to your Facebook or Twitter pages, or the entire Internet?
A: Although a court may find otherwise, it is very unlikely that the government may be able to force Facebook, Twitter or any US based social network company to censor certain pages. Also in our opinion, certain sections of the Australian Constitution have implications that prevent the government from cutting the nation’s entire access to the Internet.
Q4: Are there laws protecting your publishing activities and whether certain type of content would be more or less protected?
A: There is an implied freedom of political communications which provides a very limited defense for authors of political publications.
It is rather soon now
to talk about my share of thoughts
lie beneath the blanket of white
I want to tell you something right
I could turn but you held me back
I hushed but you shouted loud
I fought but you threw you arms up
I cried but in my face, you laughed
And when will it be your turn?
My pocket is empty, my hands filled with greed
Leapt through rivers, my sense of self
Crimes of your time are written, they sit on the shelf
Begging mattered when wanting needed rest
My take on this will survive the past
Pale illusions of give and take
Now has us both under a calm arrest
Victimize the parts you took from me
Leave me the heart you took at first
Weep not for the gears that grinded our faults
Laugh at the lie “in you I trust”
Hey bossy pants
Five rolling aces
Loads of glitter and roses
Five “I love you”s
Run of the mill blues
Falling chimneys by the dozen
Fire, fire, fire closer
Shopping at the mall with a cruiser
Bye bye to all of you losers
Sunday, my day, Coca Cola, hooray
Night time, bed time, a song, with rhymes
What if there were no rules?
Would you walk on that rug with your muddy shoes?
Would you set fire to the ugliness around you?
Would you walk away without calling the firemen?
Would you tell the firemen they deserved it?
Would you sleep tonight like a baby?
Would you wake up late tomorrow and not call your boss?
Would you tell him to go to hell when he calls you up?
Would you sit all day and think of me?
Would you pick up a paper and write me a note?
Would you dress up as the postman and deliver it to my door?
Would you blow me a kiss as you hand it to me?
oh shit, oh fuck
all I got is bad luck
always stuck under a rock
it’s no shock that i suck
at making a buck
what am I, a schmuck
that no one would even mock?
Prior to the play, I wandered around the bay
Sky was blue as usual, which made me very suspicious
So I grabbed a wet brush and splashed it all fresh
The orange sheeps of the village were angry at me for it
They wanted it to rain green for everything to look legit
The fuck do I know what the hell they’re on about, fucking creeps
I made a meal out of them, and I’m drinking after it
Thirty one and can’t ride a bicycle? If you can read and follow what you read, then I got you covered:
Get the above done. Get it done good, making sure you can’t get out of it. Then pick up a pencil and some paper and write these down, sing it in your head, these need to stick, make them do:
I can be anyone, be anyone
I often am, I often do
take on the world
say what’s on my mind
fearing not what may come ahead
to cast a shadow on my pride
When my astonishment gave way to a train of thought that was to run for a long time, my narcissist side was the first to take the stage. I had landed on a gold mine, supply of which was infinite. I had gained a power with which I could potentially change the world from the comfort of my own home. I had found a gateway between my mind and those of others. I felt divine, high and above others. The feeling alone was so powerful, it made me forget about the past hour. But on a second thought, Hitler must have had the same feeling knowing he had the power to decide who lived and who didn’t. This was the flip side of the coin.