Lets do it. Gonna have lots of bus/train time for the next few weeks.
(psst, c.d.m.: read this with me next week?)
would the occupations in ca have happened if the ones at nyu and new school hadnt?
would those have had the same character if the greek riots hadnt been happening at the same time?
IDF Commander Aviv Kochavi, via Frieze Magazine | The Art of War. also, apparently the IDF is hella into Deluze and Guattari, wtf. (via beetx)
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Yo, Eyal Weizman is legit, highly recommend his stuff on the politics of verticality in Palestine http://www.opendemocracy.net/taxonomy/term/853
To be continued.
This is a declaration of war against the lecture circuit.
Politics is more than panels, screenings and benefit parties.
By now the atrophy is palatable. Our agency feels lost in another age, sedemented beneath too many words, lecture notes, program guides.
Defeatism is a disease that infects the sedentary.
Learning while sitting cannot teach doing while moving.
History did not come from another age or place, it remains in our hands, should we choose to use them.
A proposal to break the spell:
For every lecture, panel, book release, cocktail party, movie screening, benefit party, dance, dinner or Bingo you attend, engage in one act of active resistance.
It’s up to you to decide what it may be. But choose wisely: our future is not so certain, as to tolerate half measures.
Conclusion: there is only ever one fight, and it is against meaning.
gift that keeps giving
Today, I tuned out. I hit some kind of exhaustion wall last night and woke up in a much different place than the day before. I feel like this is my real transition out of an intensely extroverted, work-centric part of my life and into something more contemplative.
I started thinking about my tendency to be reserved this summer, on multiple fronts. One was explicitly political, as a canvasser, thinking about efficient communication using less words. Another was interpersonal, finally squaring with critiques from friends and partners regarding my tendency to avoid talking through how I feel or what I want. Now I wonder if it has proceded to a point of entering a full retreat. I don’t seem to make any kind of new political relationships any more, and my sense of community has dwindled substantially.
Today I was quiet for most of the day. I don’t think I was alone. Something about the city getting colder makes it bundle up and pipe down; the streets get emptier as if recovering from the feverish summer, and peopl emake plans to be inside. It allowed me some clarity in considering what makes me who I’ve become.
I thought about the meaning of disappointment. I plotted out fiction. I unapologetically spent time alone. I ate poorly, but contentedly.
I can’t decide if I’m recovering, or disappearing even more.
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