Saturday
Apr282012

Getting ahead of myself

"Be quite frank with me—what is so vacant, tiresome and lonely as a Sunday?"

—Edward Dahlberg

Monday
Apr232012

Before us lies the land

“Before us lies the land of the poor, a land whose riches belong only to the rich, a planet of flayed earth, of forests bled ash-dry, a planet of filth, a vast expanse of filth, oceans that only the rich can cross, deserts polluted by the playthings and blunders of the rich, we can see before us cities whose keys lie in the hands of the multinational mafia, circuses whose clowns are controlled by the rich, televisions devised for their entertainment and our stultification, we see before us their great men standing high atop a pedestal that is nothing other than a barrel of bloody sweat shed by the poor, or yet to be shed, we see before us the glorious stars and all-knowing celebrities, who, for all their much-vaunted dissidence, never once express any opinion that might in any way undermine the long-term strategies of the rich, we see before us their democratic values conceived for their own eternal preservation and eternal inaction, we see before us the democratic machinery that obeys their every bidding and deprives the poor of any meaningful victory, we see before us the targets they have singled out for our loathing, always subtly, with an intelligence far beyond our poor-folk understanding and with a gift for duplicitous language that obliterates our poor-folk wisdom, we see before us their fight against poverty, their assistance to the poor, their emergency aid programs, we see before us their free distributions of dollars to keep us poor and them rich, their dismissive economic theories and their ethic of hard labor and their promise of universal riches to come, in twenty generations or twenty thousand years, we see before us their omnipresent organizations and their agents of influence, their spontaneous propagandists, their infinitely expanding media, their heads of family scrupulously faithful to the most luminous principles of social justice as long as their children have a guaranteed place on the right side of the scales, we see before us a cynicism so well oiled that the merest allusion to its existence, not even an attack on its mechanisms, but simply an allusion to its existence, condemns you to a place of invisible marginality, close to madness, far from any drum, far from any follower, I stand before all this, in an empty land, speaking words that expose me to insults and condemnation, we stand before all this, which by rights should stir up a worldwide tempest of rage, a pitiless surge of extremism, ten decades at least of pitiless reorganization and reconstruction by our own rules, free of all religious logic, free of the financial logic of the rich, outside their political philosophies, without a second thought for the howling of their final watchdogs, before all this we have stood for hundreds of years, and still we have not found the way to plant the idea of insurrection, at the same time and on the same date, in the minds of all the billions of poor folk to whom it has never yet occurred, to make it take root and finally flower. Let us find the way to do this, then, and let us do it.”

—Varvalia Lodenko’s speech, from Antoine Volodine's Minor Angels, Jordan Stump trans.

Wednesday
Apr182012

If only it worked this way:

Moon in a cage, crank that Celestial Pablum Pump. Really it can be a good deal messier, more painful. But surely Remedios Varo knew that too: note the determined look in the eyes of the woman in brown, above. For more information, see this essay by Dolores Dorantes.

Saturday
Apr142012

Happy 82nd Mayakovsky Suicide Anniversary

 

 

Look—again they've beheaded the stars,

and the sky is bloodied with carnage!

 

Hey, you!

Heaven!

Off with your hat!

I am coming!

 

Not a sound.

 

The universe sleeps.

Its huge paw curled

on a star-infested ear.

 

 

Friday
Apr132012

Friday the Thirteenth Special

"At present I would prefer not to be a little reasonable."