Murder in the Streets
The United States and Israeli Governments stand accused of crimes against humanity. Never, since the madness of Adolf Hitler and the Second World War, has there been such a blatant return to the spurious ghosts of fascism. Never have we seen such committed indifference to the inherent value of human life. Never have we seen such hypocrisy as the designations of a terrorist state are cast upon an entire population. We are all complicit in this bullying, in the death of brothers and sisters, of children, in the destruction of lives in the name of an abstract fear.
We are the people who stood by and did nothing as our markets rolled on. We are the people who clicked and looked and liked and shared; our own gaze fixed upon the bloodshed far far away. We are the people who watched as those purported to represent us – political and corporate – tightened their financial leashes until we were ready for war. Shame on us all. Let us pray for an end to our human compulsion for the production of martyrs shaped by the spectres of schadenfreude.
https://twitter.com/NalanSarraj/status/492205927052115970

Murder in the Streets

The United States and Israeli Governments stand accused of crimes against humanity. Never, since the madness of Adolf Hitler and the Second World War, has there been such a blatant return to the spurious ghosts of fascism. Never have we seen such committed indifference to the inherent value of human life. Never have we seen such hypocrisy as the designations of a terrorist state are cast upon an entire population. We are all complicit in this bullying, in the death of brothers and sisters, of children, in the destruction of lives in the name of an abstract fear.

We are the people who stood by and did nothing as our markets rolled on. We are the people who clicked and looked and liked and shared; our own gaze fixed upon the bloodshed far far away. We are the people who watched as those purported to represent us – political and corporate – tightened their financial leashes until we were ready for war. Shame on us all. Let us pray for an end to our human compulsion for the production of martyrs shaped by the spectres of schadenfreude.

https://twitter.com/NalanSarraj/status/492205927052115970

Jon Anātman, 2014

Jon Anātman, 2014

shelesteniye:

Sayat Nova / The Color of Pomogranates (1969), dir. Sergei Parajanov

 Jon Anātman; May, 2014

 Jon Anātman; May, 2014

Echoes .08

Our most defining moments are reducto ad absurdum:
painting gold on stars that no one else can choose for you.

Name-stating contracts, usurper, devil-whisperer,
twin figures on a cold rock-face, obscuring the white
moon-glow.

‘Laughing stock, fool, traitor, mummer,’ they cried,
yet ‘dancing star,’ was roaring in their eyes.

This was past the point of warning:
this was a death rattle –
a baby-hall of thundering white lies.

Echoes .06

She whispered me to practice the art of betraying the social order.
            My art of betrayal to the social order,
she whispered me in secret, urging onwards my desire for betrayal (implicit) to the social order.

Echoes .05

Everything I whispered was a message written in sand.
As our cities grew, the ocean’s breath failed, its waves fell tepid,
it rolled over in coma slumber and laid rest all thought of the
packs of predators roaming its shores.

Echoes .04

A smile given so freely, yet so
full of self-conceit:
uncertainty,
caring trust, self-abasement
powerlessness.
Fun, caring, trusting, bonding,
trapping, withholding, facetious,
simulacrum, barring, jarring,
jolting, self-aggrandised.

Echoes .03

Ritual conspiracy
impulsive
implicit
non-tacit
gold, light-bringers
smile-bearers
suns of cold
coiled up in the selfish
whispers of a child.


Leonora Carrington 1917 - 2011
She died Wednesday, aged 94, in Mexico. I took these images in 2008, my last trip to Mexico and fell in love with her art immediately. I found them completely by chance, walking Avenida Federale, on my way to the Museo Nacional de Antropologia in Mexico City.
Read more about her here

Leonora Carrington 1917 - 2011

She died Wednesday, aged 94, in Mexico. I took these images in 2008, my last trip to Mexico and fell in love with her art immediately. I found them completely by chance, walking Avenida Federale, on my way to the Museo Nacional de Antropologia in Mexico City.

Read more about her here

Echoes .02

Her eyes were broken clocks unwinding,
she warned me with metalline smile.
The sky descended, varix stained:
bloodclot clouded heavens chundering
splashes of sunstroke.

Headline reads ‘nothing but the fire
lasts forever.’ Cities burn just as
simply in the modern age. Headline reads
‘do this forever in memory of me.’

Once the people are left with nothing,
only then will they let the fire return;
each new flame striving to be the
birth-star. Each spark, infinitesimal explosion
reaches out into the space of new horizons.

Echoes .01

Stand in line for a promise of peace,
queue jumpers, dillying out details
of sanctimonious pact – blitzkrieg,
hunger and strategy: well paced
threat of looming invasion.

A consciousness receding; adaptation
to the hum of machines. Satiety.

Let me breathe just for now,
let me soak in the cold wind
disappear in the morning air
let me remember what it’s like to be alive.

Space

What did we care for soft trees, jostling space?
Two bodies splayed out on a park bench,
spiced wisteria sunshine humming in eyes,
smiling on our faces,
summer was the unremarked season of love,
of sleepless nights spent longing in grace
for breezes that sent our seeds to sleep.

When the kissing flesh is gone
And tooth to tooth true lovers lie
Idly snarling, bone to bone,
Will you term that ecstasy?
Djuna Barnes, from When The Kissing Flesh Is Gone (via frenchtwist)

Overpopulated - BBC Documentary (2013)

Professor Hans Rosling presents a statistics-driven talk which revisits some questions and myths surrounding world population, focusing in large on general trends which define the rate of growth the planet is currently experiencing. I’m usually hesitant of statisticians, but Professor Rosling manages to bring great enthusiasm to the findings of his studies. He encourages critical (and generally positive) thought surrounding an issue which is often presented as a ‘doom-and-gloom’ affair. His underlying message, that we should think more and worry less rings loud and clear in this short documentary. #DontPanic