Tuesday, August 30, 2016

And Then It Will End with Another Part That Is as Long as the First andInventories the Chemicals That Not Really Me Does Not Know Yet

  • Extinction Symbol ▲. @extinctsymbol on twitter
  • Reminder: animals' fate is humans' fate. The casual acceptance of animal extinction.... etc. 
  • A pivotal moment? on Kaepernick.
  • Forgive me: I hope this blows up.
  • Damn: it's not going to.
  • Helmetball: the ultimate Ideological State Apparatus.
  • Global capitalism and fan culture: The role played by fans like myself in this ongoing cycle of accumulation typifies the pivotal function of immaterial labor in global capitalism’s information economy – which we might also describe as “cognitive capitalism.” While we feel flattered by the media industries’ newfound ability to give us exactly what we want (or, at least, what we think we want), our actual participation remains largely limited to collaboration, promotion, and consumption. And even though transformative and appropriative practices like fan fiction clearly still exist, their potential for actual subversion is radically limited within an environment where media producers have cannily appropriated those very forms.
  • America = SEC helmetball.
  • The National Anthem is a celebration of slavery.


Juliana Spahr

I hold out my hand.
I hand over
and I pass on.
I hold out my hand.
I hold out my hand.
I hand over
and I pass on.
Some call this mothering,
this way I begin each day by holding out my hand and then all day
      long pass on.
Some call this caretaking,
this way all day and all night long, I hold out my hand and take engine
       oil additive into me and then I pass on this engine oil additive to
       this other thing that once was me, this not really me.
This soothing obligation
This love.
This hand over
and this pass on.
This part of me and this not really me.
This me and engine oil additive.
This me and not really me and engine oil additive.
Back and forth.

All day long, like a lion I lie where I will with not really me
and I bestow upon not really me
refractive index testing oils and wood preservatives.
I lie with not really me all day long,
and so I bequeath not really me a honeyed wine of flame retardants
      and fire preventing agents.
I make a milk like nectar,
a honeyed nectar of capacitor dielectrics, dyes, and electrical insulation
and I pass it on every two hours to not really me.
Not really me is a ram perched on a cliff above a stream,
unable to be quenched by the flame retardant in furniture.
Not really me comes near
and takes a nectar of insulated pipes, and some industrial paints.
Later I pass the breast cup to not really me,
a breast cup filled with sound insulation panels and imitation wood
      with a little nectar and sweetness.
And not really me drinks it and then complains a little,
rebuking me, for my cakes of nuts and raisins
are cakes of extraction of crude petroleum and natural gas,
for my apples are filled with televisions and windshield wiper blades.
On my breast are the curls of not really me
and against the brow of not really me wafts plasticizer used in heat
     transfer systems.
As drinking not really me takes in anger and in need
not really me drinks from the hand of that sweetest sleep the juice of me
that cup of adhesives,
that cup of fire retardants,
of pesticide extenders.
And as not really me drinks
I cradle the moon and not really me in my right hand
my lips kissing with the dedusting agents and wax extenders.
Then later in the night,
the bed scattered with the stains of cutting oils and gas-transmission
the blankets with blends of hydraulic fluid,
we lie there together
handing over and passing on 
filled up and attempting to think our way through
economics and labor and time and biology
me and not really me

I'd like to think we had agreed upon this together,
that we had a tradition,
that we agreed these things explained us to us
but when not really me wakes
after drinking the pharmaceuticals and photo chemicals
night after night
and day after day
not really me will sing a song of rebuke,
sing the song of not really me, the song that
goes like Salutations to brominated fire retardants of Koppers Ind.
goes like Salutations to water/oil repellant paper coating of 3M
goes like Salutations to wiper blades of Asahi
goes like Salutations to bike chain lubrication of Clariant International
goes like Salutations to wire and cable insulation of Daikin
goes like Salutations to pharmaceutical packaging of DuPont
goes like Salutations to nail polish of Dyneon
goes like Salutations to engine oil additive of Agrevo E
goes like Salutations to hair curling and straightening of Agsin Ptd. Ltd.
goes like Salutations to insecticide and termiticide for empty green-
      houses of Chevron Chemical
goes like Salutations to greenhouse flowers of Monsanto
goes like Salutations to insecticide to kill fire ants of Rigo Co.
goes like Salutations to plasticizers of US Borax Inc.
Not really me's song will go on and on
Not really me will sing it all night long
hour after hour for weeks on end.
It will have eighty-five company names in it.
It will have twenty-one chemical functions in it.
It will have ninety-seven products in it.
It will have two hundred trade names in it.
Not really me's song will rotate through these names in all their
And then it will end with another part that is as long as the first and
     inventories the chemicals that not really me does not yet know.
But oh those of you who are not really me at all
I say let wisdom be your anvil and knowledge your hammer.
Hand this over. 
Pass this on.

1 comment:

  1. So, what do we do with the symbol? Put it in the center of some sort of flag? Maybe a red one. Paste it over the faces/images of people we want to extinct (vb)? Have it become the rallying symbol of 'OUR' group? Bellamy Salute it?