- I live in a democracy of three and am outvoted more than not so I wasn't Downtown and, until I win a daily vote (I anticipate losing again today) I won't go - they are fearful I'll lose an eye to a rubber bullet, sure, have my skull cracked by uniformed crackers with immunity for cracker crimes, sure, but they are deeply frightened I'll catch plague and, in the case of one, will give it to her before it manifests itself in me. I feel guilty, yes, but not enough to create discord in my peaceful coalition (beyond damage to my own self-regard at not participating)
- Today is Maryland's primary. I received my paper ballot two weeks ago, it went into the three-day mail isolation MOMs paper grocery bag the day I received it and I recycled that bag without reviewing its contents a week ago yesterday. I could mask-up and blue nitrile glove my hands and vote at the Gaithersburg Community Center but fuck that, and not from fear of plague
- Hey, beaver in Hawlings River last night at Rachel Carson
- American exceptionalism, or: fuck the police (also too) (also too) (also too)
- Reminder, friends and beloveds who are going in DC and other cities, DO NOT TAKE YOUR CELL PHONE! (he self-incriminatedly types into his bloogle self-incriminating platform). If you must have a phone put on your mask and gloves and buy a burner
- Also too: how to cop-proof your phone (though if you can take a burner please take a burner)
- Pigs
- Pigs heart crackers
- Hypocrisy and human rights
- Biden's Choice
- American autocracy and the corruption of language
- The Minneapolis putsch: America is still a racist country, but America is no more racist today than it was when Barack Obama was president. A lot of American police are brutal, but no more brutal than when Obama was president. America didn’t radically change the day Donald Trump was sworn into office. All that has changed is the official narrative. And it will change back as soon as Trump is gone and the ruling classes have no further use for it.
- Where did policing go wrong?
- Over/under number of days before internet blackout?
- Let the motherfucker burn
- No one is coming to save us
- He *is* a dictator, you can decide by what percentage the Democratic Party is complicit v cowardly v craven
- The privatization of morality: the psychologically vulnerable will always choose catharsis over the long, hard road to win power, and so the private will always be an effective means of protecting an increasingly decrepit public realm.
- Two days late, Maggie's weekly links
- Two days late, { feuilleton }'s weekly links
- Reminder, friends and beloveds who are going in DC and other cities, if you take photos of the protests, from your cell, from the burner, from a camera that connects to wifi, upload them to your PC and take screenshots of the photo (he self-incriminatedly types into his bloogle self-incriminating platform).
- Bojovat Za Novy Zivot
- Bernadette Mayer
- Quietude and the power of listening
LOGIC
Alice Notley
It was a poem
men took because it said ovary
didn’t take my
political poems
they took the one that said ovary
Are you sure it was because it
said ovary?
Yes, for them that’s logical.
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Destroy another
city
What
else
is war for? So
you’ll go down
each of you does. dies in
whirlwind
each of you who does, dies
paying
for the pain you experience
Just that
and nothing is established
Because I am a woman
Cutting as many cords
as tie you to me. this isn’t
anarchy
it isn’t anything you
could name
You’re still here
without ties?
because they were logical.
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Dance little asshole dance
oh he gets elected, like a Calvinist
He says, I have these guts
Men, I have these guts.
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Having dedicated whole
regions to the destruction
you inspire, the
logic will be to go on doing it
doing it. Having proceeded by
the logic
of your per-
sonal vacuum
you will perceive your continued
lightlessness
as an excuse to go on. having
gone on
as you have. And so one continues.
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Lead the boy out of
the building on fire
his head twisted
upwards
all fucked
What else is there to
know if
one has gotten
twisted up
all fucked
he is a screaming fire
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In the explanations
of our lives’ experience
they’ve left out this wild moment
the long mirror on the right-hand wall of the
corridor suddenly shattered
I can’t see myself anymore.
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I repeat that I am not frightened
and why not
I don’t know
what my reactions
are supposed to be.
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“Please tell me something
with which I’m familiar.”
Maybe there's something wrong with me but I don't feel any guilt for not participating. It's not clear what exactly goes on but I suspect the cops are instigating violence one way or another as an excuse to crack your skull. As for those who encourage violence I think you're assholes. Be careful.
ReplyDelete1)how to be a good white ally
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1.3)premier stephen mcneil of nova scotia ended his press conference in halifax yesterday, after speaking in a complimentary way of the antiracism demonstration there, with these words -
black lives matter
2)jared diamond has written recently about how the coronavirus crisis could help humanity to mobilize a global effort to deal with common problems [or maybe not]
https://www.edge.org/conversation/jared_diamond-best-case-and-worst-case-scenarios
3)English Victorian poet Arthur Hugh Clough [1819-1861] suffered from the intense pressures of high expectations. He attended at the prestigious Rugby School and then studied at Oxford, but he resigned his fellowship and eventually found a career as an examiner in the British Education Office. Clough is best known for his early, shorter poems and for the longer, later work that sprang from his intense religious doubts. He was an important influence on later poets such as T.S. Eliot, and his best work hints at the radical experiments and split subjectivities that would become the hallmarks of Modernism.
Say not the Struggle nought Availeth
By Arthur Hugh Clough
Say not the struggle nought availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.