I’m not in it for the loot…
say what you may, but make no excuse, money is a form of wealth, which at once can be converted to any use
but I’m really in this to find truth
and of course harvest the fruits that my labours produce
trust, that may be so
still, in truth there’s always an exchange nonetheless
… exchange for what, my creativity?
you see, exchangeable value is created from energy exerted into an effort
when utility is given to matter
so that it becomes wealth
but I’m not in it for the love of the loot
then I’m afraid you mistook purpose for principle
Heath Muchena, 2017
I’m done with the dramatic pleas
I’ve tried to make them understand as best I could
but clearly it’s not going to be easy reaching a compromise
I’m glad that is something you’ve come to realise…
that speeches and referendums won’t suffice
besides, as Lord Salisbury once said: ‘we rate too highly the effect of the bonds constituted by signatures upon a piece of paper’
you see, it’s going to take more than what the law allows to get this done
we need more public convincing and a bit of deceiving for us to achieve our desired outcomes
well, if that’s the case then this is where you come in… I’m at my wits’ end with all of it!
know what your problem is?
you’re quick to forget the old saying… and expect all gain
but it doesn’t work that way, you can’t avoid the pain
and you still have to make it interesting
make the offer and conditions seem attractive
give it royal air and the lot… you know, like erm… what did they call her?
oh yeah, Sophia Duleep Singh! you must have heard of her… the suffrage princess?
well, that’s fine. long story short, she stood for something
justice I guess, I dunno…
isn’t justice truth applied to the things of life?
that’s not the point
then what is? because the way I see it – there is no justice in this
in fact, it goes against the interests of most
but it’s the only way to mitigate this crisis
well, the point is… was – actually it doesn’t really matter what it is or what it was… whether it’s justice, ethics, peace or in this case – a matter of public finances…
all they need to sense and feel is that you care
and how am I supposed to do that?
firstly, you need to distinguish between sense and feeling before you harmonise them
and it’s not just you… more than a few… confuse the two
even though both are still physiological…
I’m lost. where is this going? what’s the difference? can we get to the heart of the matter?
that’s what I’m getting at and I think it’s a very important point to stress
you see, senses perceive the different qualities of stimuli while feelings only quantify but what you need is to find a balance and you can effect almost any change with minimal resistance
oh yeah? I welcome that news because things seem to be going pear-shaped at the moment
that may be true for now but remember – what you want you must give
and if you want peace or freedom or anything for that matter, give the same
what are you on about? you’re hired to help me find a strategy to convince the public that it’s timely and right to sell off our national assets because they’re not serving or saving our economy. it’s in shambles and trust me, the people will hear no more of austerity, they demand a debt restructuring and recapitalization and I’m sitting with a huge budget deficit… black gold has plummeted and it’s just getting worse, soon they’ll again be taking to the streets! I need this fixed
we need to implement something drastic to have any investors be interested and the only option I see left is to sell off our national bank debt even if it’s going to be extremely discounted because it makes no difference whether we sell it to traditional partners or hedge funds, the price still has to be very low. my worry and focus is now beyond securing numbers at the polls for my next term because from what I hear the gasoline gods want off with my head and if I don’t appease them and the rest… I may not even be alive to run then
slow down. stay calm. let’s talk
there’s no time to keep confabulating… we need a plan of action
I’ve done enough talking! you’re supposed to help me bring this agenda to fruition but here you are talking about Duleep Singh… what you want you must give… this, that and the other… on top of that you’re now asking me to be calm and talk… haven’t you been listening? and you wonder why I’m panicking?
you brought me in for a reason
you know my reputation
your limiting beliefs haven’t offered you any relief thus far
and as far as I can see it seems you’re about to sink
you’ve been paddling along too long in a skiff instead of sailing swift
but if you let me help you – my way – I might just be able to fix the rift you claim currently exists betwixt…
how can I measure your value when you haven’t suggested even a single solution as yet
two things to remember:
measuring value is literally and exclusively a mental process and value in use is strictly personal but value in exchange is distinctively social
so relax and let me do my job, I’ve got this!
I want to believe it and I sure hope that is true
truth doesn’t exist outside of self
I know I have what it takes to solve this, truly!
in that case then let’s do it your way, ask all you need to know
I promise to be obsequious and please pardon my meltdown, I didn’t mean to undervalue your expertise
well, you know they say that ‘prejudices are a standard by which the least intelligent claim to estimate the capacities of others’
but that aside, I think we should immediately start working out the multifarious details crucial to our success
yes, please – let’s…
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Boss Bargain – 60s, wealthy patron
Gondo the Great – 20s, artist
Bargain’s bids office
B: all I need to know is when…
B: yes. when will you have it?
G: in Jan…
B: well, that’s it then… you’ll get your cheque in the mail.
look kid, you’ve got something here, and i’m sold on it. not too keen on some of the clauses
you put in the contract but I’ve signed it. here. see. that’s faith. do you have faith kid?
look, it doesn’t matter – if you can deliver on these blueprints I know I can make my money back, and more. you too, seeing as you’ve made sure of it.
© Heath Muchena, 2015
‘what do you see in that nigger? huh, tell me!’ he demanded
‘are you really gon go there dad?’ she retorted
‘no, no, no… this is on you, it didn’t have to be like this, but here we are… all cos you’ve gone and done this… disgracing the family. I don’t understand it, I don’t like it and it has to stop!’
‘I’m not going to stop dad, sorry’
‘give me one good reason why of all the men in the world you’ve decided to go and get yourself mixed up with that kind’
‘black men are pearls in beauteous ladies’ eyes’ she said provocatively
‘and what’s that s’pose to mean?’
‘just that, I don’t know, Proteus, Shakespeare, you want a reason, that’s a reason… like I said dad, I donno… it just happened, we met, we connected, it’s too late to reset now, I love him’
‘love what? that? you kiddin’ me?’ he said angrily
‘I don’t expect you to get it, but yes, I love him, every inch of his black… hair to heel’ she replied defensively
shaking his head with sheer distress ‘well, if that’s how you really feel…’
‘that and more dad, a hell of a lot more… and it’s real!’
‘I don’t mean to upset you kid, but I can’t accept this… you know how it goes… it’s sort-o-like family policy… you understand, right?’ he said, trying a different approach
‘who knows policy and her true aspect shall find her ways winding and indirect’ she calmly responded, sniggering
‘John Webster dad, you know… The White Devil’
‘no, I don’t honey, but what I do know is I’ve been in many a battle but this here, this right here is Uphill’
© Heath Muchena, 2015
yo, I don’t understand why she just can’t let go
I mean – she grew up with both parents and all
so I don’t get where the abandonment issues be coming from
calm down dawg, tell me… what’s wrong?
mannnn, she wrong!
girl finishes work at four, right
and she knows damn well I’ll still be on the go
so she waits
outside the hall, at the bus stop
hell, sometimes she’s outside the house, right at my front door
sounds like you’re being stalked
you don’t say man, I know! I’ve been saying so but you never hear me tho…
that’s why I don’t be tellin’ you my probs
you should just keep a log man, cos tomo… who knows
shiiiit…. next it’ll be popo at your door
you know how it go… I’m tellin’ you dawg… some of these girls be loco
tell me something I don’t know
mannnn… I feel like I done hit a brick wall with that one fo sho
© Heath Muchena, 2015