In Regards to the White Supremacist Posters around the UBC Campus

UBC has posters slapped on it
In three parentheses it says (((Those)))
Who will not replace us
Under it, a picture of Jews.

UBC removes the poster
But the anti-semitic sentiment stays stuck in my stomach

I think to the
The WWW dot
The who would have thought
The Worldwide War that has brought
Out and brought in
Our thoughts translated back to us in a way to reconfirm what we already see
The WWW dot is not
Different from this very reality.
White Supremacy is not a one day event we see on a paper.

White Supremacy moves on from this one poster, and for all papers, this ones that read a lot like Oh Kay, KK.
Like maybe, like neutral, like it is and just is, and we all read it, and justice is slipping down the drain, like Oh Kay, KK

Did you read the paper?
Seems like it is written in white paint, leaving a big fat print.
And we smile when asked to show our teeth, smiling until peace
Calls back but instead all I hear is the sound of being printed
Between triple parentheses.
Did you read the paper?
It seems like it is kind of silencing to me.
Did you read the paper?
It is and is, the same, the why comes after the who. It speaks in one voice.
Did you read the gossip from our gospel?
Oh I saw it in the news. There isn’t a choice.

Read the paper
Just don’t lose your soul.
Read the paper
Just don’t read it and say Oh, Kay, KK
Because it might tell you this is the end of the war.
And there is nothing left to fight for.
But between the clicks, and the columns and everybody getting bored of everybody else’s struggle
Everybody else being complicit in the WWW dot org
The paper becomes distilled in its dictionary, where peace is code for all-encompassing and neutral

But peace is not all-encompassing and neutral
Peace is not a one day event.
Did you read the paper?
It was black and white in the print, it looked like it was about equalization

Did you read the paper?
It reads nuclear as neutral
Did you read the paper?
It reads 14-88 for 2017
Did you read the paper?
It reads all men are created equal, as if men is code for all, then it is as if all is code for men

Did you read the paper properly?
Who is it speaking of when it says we? Who is it speaking of when it says we? And who are they? And are they in triple parentheses too?

The World Wide War feeds our ideas back to us like a parrot
This global sound a single voice with a megaphone on a gravestone of our old holy.
The voice is as holy as the holes they were dug into
The voice speaks as one and claims it speaks for all
But like the colour white, the codex and sounds disappear into one dominant wavelength

And we listen in, we say Oh, KKK and shrug our shoulders for the
Or the democracy of the internet has spoken
In the ideology of the webbed way we think, different stories are just a token
Like I’m 16 and M16 is subtext for the stem-cell democracy of Facebook
A rebirthed white and sleek machine that even teenagers know how to use!
A corporal aura borealis- a body, power, explosion painting a blank canvas
until the stars shrink themselves into a blank water blanket.

But there is no such thing as a neutral network.
Every, institution has a colour, every idea has a colour
When things are neutral, it is code for white.
Because when things are white you do not see the colour of the blood under it.

Did you read the paper?
Perhaps dip your hands in the ink and push on to the page, leave a truly read stain.
Reading the death into the author.
Refuse to put the O in front of the triple K.
Leave your handprint on the paper in red because it was the only press you could get
Use your pen, your harpoon (same thing) and write it
It will have to be read
It will have to be bloody

Otherwise peace will read like a pacifier in the mouth of a pianist.
She will press keys non-threateningly, absent of colour and feeling
So when you leave this read stain.
Read the ones that others have read too.
Being oppressed and targeted does not make you a saint
Stay compassionate to those that are hurting differently than you


Tear off the seals between our lips and ears, resilient and unashamed
Deep love on our colophon- The emblem of our title page
Has a name that cannot be written in neutral paint.
But humanity is an orchestra of different kinds of beauty
And if we write ourselves into the narrative
We can be louder than the sounds of
White noise.
White noise.
White noise.
White noise.