Thursday, December 04, 2008

Marx on the 73

An idea for a short story/film:

Karl Marx is sitting on the 73 bus, on his way to the British Library. He is deep in thoughts when a group of gorgeous 17-year old Somali girls board the bus and take every seat possible around him (some of them sit on top of each other). They're wearing veils and make-up, and constantly play on their mobile phones, and shouting in an East London accent.

He is thinking:
-The bourgeoisie has torn away from the family its sentimental veil, and has reduced the family relation into a mere money relation.
The girl in front y are saying: My room is getting refurbished!
-Ah yeah?
-Yes I'm gonna paint in gold!

He is thinking:
-only in so far as it is itself a product of labour, and, therefore, potentially variable in value, can gold serve as a measure of value.
She is saying:
I love what you did to your eyebrows.
Ah yeah
Coz you know, before you were a bit ugly, with those round eyes you have.

Marx continues to grimace:
- In the eyes of each other we are nothing but exchange-values.

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