Manifesto for All Future Movements
Rick Moody

We believe groups will appear.
We believe that everything prior is worthless,
We believe the bodies will fall where they may.
We believe that logic is very bad for you.
Above all, speech seems to us the main instrument.
We are not saying that we don’t have the most lofty ideas.
We believe forced feeding leads to excessive thinness.
We think that the suppression of individuality is complete.
We understand that no one is in control.
We are certain that everything done after us exists because of us.
It has not escaped our mention that poetry is hated.
Most significant, according to the tenets of our belief system, the verb.
Also: the moon is Fecundity.
We would like to repeat the following: Wreckage floats.
Because we hate you. This is the first truth.
We believe in the younger generation, though we do have occasional doubts.
We are tired of spectacle.
We hold that imagination is unconfirmed.
Consumer be damned.
With regard to false interpretation of our enterprise: Such is literature.
We are the compulsive overeaters of Revolt.
Ours is a mutilated world that we would be happy to pass onto you.
We believe there is no beginning, and, therefore, we do not tremble.
We notice that all neon lights serve as signs for beer.
We believe in all possible incarnations of God.
We are against inaction.
We don’t recognize any theory.
We reject, out of hand, any compromise.
We require the abolition of memory, and its replacement with prophets.
We spit out like a luminous waterfall.
We recommend that you love the hideous.
There are two aesthetics, but we can’t be bothered.
We reject all corsets.
What sets the philistines against us is tenderness.
We believe that the past and the future are prostitutes.
We use the word melancholy in the technical sense.
We believe that dogma gives a sudden lift.
Use superfluous ornament.
Each new phase corresponds with torpor.
We invite in all archers with their arrows.
We hold the following to be elemental: stone, earth, copper, gold fiber.
This is the problem of family life.
People allied along lines of synthetic hair color.
This time is now.

© Rick Moody