... Normal was always right around the corner -- a 50's drugstore -- milkshakes for a quarter -- black coffee in thick white mugs -- white boys in duck tails pouring Crown Cola over black girls in white dresses -- newsreels just couldn't do it justice -- even colorized years later -- the shock of red -- how you never saw their faces in the same light again -- how every year the price went up -- how the trouble was never quite good enough to stop the endless rewinds the multiplication of names on marble walls
A meme on Facebook, how <… the sole purpose of homework, is to condition children into accepting, that unpaid overtime and ridiculous hours, and even not being able to escape work at in your own home, are normal things to expect in the future>
So many variants of that. Like forcing people to conform to fixed hours when their brains and bodies do not and will not ever adjust to working fixed hours… and when these people try–in order to live, they are pushed to going manic, into disabling depression, or near suicidal panic attacks.
I was never able–over 60 years of trying to support myself, and a family, able to stay on one job much over a year. The one time I worked, as a radiographic transcriptionist, for two and a half years–it pushed to being “flordily manic” (my therapist’s words)… and a year of my life… lost
… or… on and on. And we are given pills to ‘fix’ us…and the Pharmaceuticals LOVE this, and get very very rich, and mental difference becomes a medical condition, a name in Big Book–that’s a lot like those books of Spells in films about witches and warlocks.
People are not sick, they… we… live in a sick system. What we see, in so much of mental and emotional illness– is not individual sickness, but individuals expressing the symptoms of this sick, capitalist hell.
That’s my whole fucking life. From 3rd grade till I retired and could live on Social Security.
- For a long time I looked for the specific source, or sources of what looked and felt like PTS”D” … I don’t think there was any specific source now. I think what I wrote above… explains it all.
I printed out 43 pages of posts from my old blog: Jacobrussellsbarkingdog.blogspot.com. And that only from July to Sep, 2007, and a few older journal entries. On art, poetry, book reviews, politics. They’ve held up well, and the writing is strong. I have another 200 pages, maybe more.
What does one do with this kind of thing? No one would be interested in publishing them–unless you’re an academic of note, or have a name from some other field. In 2007, the blogosphere was still alive. I corresponded with some interesting people. That was about the time when newspapers ditched their book reviews. For a while, the blogs made up for it. We exchanged recommendations for new books, wrote reviews. Across disciplines. Levi Paul Bryant, of Larval Subjects, is the only one I’m still in touch with. There were some great science blogs, too–like Cosmic Variance, until they got bought out and they magazined the life out of it.
People leave 3 word comments here now.. every once in awhile. But there’s no exchange of ideas. An intellectual wasteland.
Now we’ve got Facebook. Thankful for Neil Patrick Doherty’s Poetry Hedge School. Closest thing to what we had with blogs, but about all that’s left.
I’m going to keep up with this project… wherever it takes me.
Class reductionist undermining of BLM
I finally got a couple hours of sleep.
The rage has dissolved into tears, and the tears into grim resolve. It’s time to wipe the tears, to do what must be done… and then… to laugh, a laughter sadder than tears.
Do I bother to draw water to drink? Do I prepare food to break the fast? This pen, and these brushes? Is there any reason to pick them up, to make marks on this paper?
How many times I’ve wondered–what was it like, in Germany, 1933?
I think about the people who voted for … I will not write that name, or let it pass my lips… the ‘good Germans’
I will not be a ‘Good German.’ I will not be a ‘Good German.’
No more, the prattle of the ‘realists.’ No more talk of following those who ‘get things done.’ There is no longer any reality worth living, but that which we take up and create for ourselves.
Love, Solidarity, Imagination…RESISTANCE!
What I think I’m seeing, is a stage where political power has become uncoupled from the economics that created it, a point where general prosperity, and the wealth it generates, is no longer an incentive for the ruling Class, but just the opposite. Why? –because they think they’ve already won the class war, and with that, would come a decrease in centralized power. A more democratic society. It makes more sense, appears less complicated, to jack up the State machinery of control by force.
Like ok… we can add billions to our wealth, doing nothing to provide for the general welfare–so why bother? We’ve already won the Class War. Now it’s just a matter of stomping out resistance from lower classes.
I think that’s where we are now.
Is Trump the heir to the messianic movements that swept across Europe in the 18th Century?
Some of the followers of Sabbatai Zvi, self proclaimed Messiah, and Yaakov Frank, believed that by performing evil with a pure heart, they could redeem it–breaking the dark shells that had trapped the divine light. There was a contagious frenzy of orgies, and sexual excess toward the end of these movements.
Have Trump’s followers elevated him to a similar role? Do they believe–that his grouping and rapes and pedophilia are not evil FOR HIM, because he has the power to do these things with a ‘pure heart?’
I’m curious — have there been a sexual orgies, among his more fervent evangelical believers–claiming similar justifications? Are they waiting for Trump to invite them to join him in some mass orgiastic finale? Is that what the rally in Tulsa is really about? Cause it sounds almost like something out of the same book–no masks, no protection, a mass gathering in a pandemic. A collective acceptance of imminent death can release people from inhibitions, and drive them to sexual excess. There is a powerfully erotic undercurrent in Trump’s call for his faithful to abandon all caution– feeding, perhaps, more than his insatiable ego.
Austin police have killed a young man by shooting him in the head with bird shot rounds wrapped in cloth, and continued to shoot the medics carrying his body. They shot a known pregnant woman in the stomach, then stormed and abducted her from a medic tent. They maced young children during a peaceful daytime protest.
Detroit police have brutally beaten, tear gassed and arrested my friends peacefully protesting. A curfew is set from 8pm to 5am city wide.
Rockford police dragged people from their cars and beat them last night.
Minneapolis police shot at people filming them on their own balconies.
An NYPD officer called a woman a “fucking bitch” and threw her on the ground. She went into a seizure and had to go to the emergency room. Then more New York cops rammed into crowds of protesters with their cars.
An Atlanta couple last night had their tires slashed, windows broken, and were dragged out of their car and tazed.
Chicago police announced a curfew and then raised the bridges out of downtown. Demonstrators were trapped and at the utter mercy of CPD roundups. A police supervisor ordered on the radio, “Gas ’em all.” Over 1,000 people have been arrested.
Everywhere, journalists are being indiscriminately targeted and arrested. A Minneapolis photojournalist is blinded permanently in one eye after being hit by a less lethal round.
They’ve maced children. They’ve torn off a woman’s hijab. They’re turning off their body cameras and hiding their badge numbers.
This is just what’s been documented. Imagine what hasn’t been.
The true nature of American policing has been revealed for the world to see. I have never seen brutality on such a massive scale. They don’t care if you’re peaceful. They don’t care if they’re on camera.
Black and brown youth are the leaders on the ground. They are the leaders of our future. Black and brown youth are the people who are bleeding, getting beaten, and being thrown into jail. This is trauma that will last their whole lives.
To the bail funds. To the phone lines to demand release. We have to protect our people.
If you’re going out there again please, and I beg you, be safe.
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Say their names. Poster by Emma Savage. @Emma.savage. art
I am as horrified at what Trump has done as anyone. I also recognize that it’s more than Trump, more than one person. It’s an entire complex of institutions and ideology, and Trump occupies but one place in that system–Biden and the two parties, other places in the same system. We will never extract ourselves from it–from this web we’re caught in, by changing players on the insiders game board.
What matters most, is how we can change our relationships so they are not formations of the the structures we want to change; what matters, are the actions and organizing that comes out of that.
Voting is at best, placeholding. It may benefit some, but always at the expense of others, and it will not save us from the greatest threat to our existence since we emerged as a species–anthropogenic climate change. No one in the higher echolons of power are up to the task, and almost all are committed to blocking, even our very knowledge of this crisis.
If our only hope lies in leaders at the top saving us, and the electoral system that makes it look like it’s our votes that selected them–if that’s our hope, than there is no hope.
But it isn’t.
There are more and more people creating alternatives, not as abstract ideas, but as actions which give us the power to see beyond capitalism and it’s patriarchal, racist orders.
Maybe all you see is Trump, and the need to be rid of him. But there’s so much more. Please don’t assume that those who have no more trust in Biden’s ability to change our direction than Trump, have thrown up our hands in surrender. We have not.
Many are working tirelessly, and have been for years, to make a better world… and they get righfully pissed at being told they’re only helping Trump by having a larger vision of how we go about getting rid of him… and the whole system that produced him.