Forwarded from The Exaltation of Beauty
The Cathedral of the Not-Made-by-Hand Image of Our Saviour in the Winter Palace, by Eduard Hau (1866)
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My room and this distance,
awake upon the darkening land,
are one. I am a string
stretched across deep
surging resonance.
Things are violin bodies
full of murmuring darkness,
where women's weeping dreams,
where the rancor of whole generations
stirs in its sleep . . .
I should release
my silver vibrations: then
everything below me will live,
and whatever strays into things
will seek the light
that falls without end from my dancing tone
into the old abysses
around which heaven swells
through narrow
imploring
rifts.
Rainer Maria Rilke, At the Brink of Night
awake upon the darkening land,
are one. I am a string
stretched across deep
surging resonance.
Things are violin bodies
full of murmuring darkness,
where women's weeping dreams,
where the rancor of whole generations
stirs in its sleep . . .
I should release
my silver vibrations: then
everything below me will live,
and whatever strays into things
will seek the light
that falls without end from my dancing tone
into the old abysses
around which heaven swells
through narrow
imploring
rifts.
Rainer Maria Rilke, At the Brink of Night
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Symptoms
Rene Magritte, Evening Gown (1954) "Evening Gown" Is one of the most poetic works of Rene Magritte. A naked girl with long flowing hair, an endless surface of water, a young moon in the night sky - the Belgian artist does not have so many paintings with such…
Released silhouettes
flow incessantly like water,
flow between mountains
swiftly like a kaleidoscope.
The solitude of the North Pole
bustles with human silhouettes.
Endless transmission of ABC.
On the shredded shore
a silk hat burns
like a mirror trick,
like a human echo
burns a silk hat endlessly.
Then the flames
were received like ABC.
On the night of a beautiful lunar eclipse
the silhouettes smiled.
Shuzo Takiguchi, Rene Magritte
flow incessantly like water,
flow between mountains
swiftly like a kaleidoscope.
The solitude of the North Pole
bustles with human silhouettes.
Endless transmission of ABC.
On the shredded shore
a silk hat burns
like a mirror trick,
like a human echo
burns a silk hat endlessly.
Then the flames
were received like ABC.
On the night of a beautiful lunar eclipse
the silhouettes smiled.
Shuzo Takiguchi, Rene Magritte
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Forwarded from Disobey
“The atmosphere of the home is prolonged in school, where students soon discover that (as in the home) in order to achieve some satisfaction they must adapt to the precepts which have been set from above. One of these precepts is not to think.”
— Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed
— Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed
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Exploitation transfers value to capital under the guise of a free contractual exchange: in return for the use of their labor power, workers receive wages that (are supposed to) cover their costs of living; while capital appropriates their "surplus labor time," it (supposedly) pays at least for their "necessary labor time." In expropriation, by contrast, capitalists dispense with all such niceties in favor of brute confiscation of others' assets, for which they pay little or nothing; by funneling commandeered labor, land, minerals, and/or energy into their firms' operations, they lower their production costs and raise their profits. Thus, far from excluding one another, expropriation and exploitation work hand in hand. Doubly free wage laborers transform looted "raw materials" on machines powered by confiscated sources of energy. Their wages are kept low by the availability of food grown on stolen lands by indebted peons and of consumer goods produced in sweatshops by unfree or dependent "others," whose own reproduction costs are not fully remunerated. Expropriation thus underlies exploitation and makes it profitable. Far from being confined to the system's beginnings, it is a built-in feature of capitalist society, as constitutive and as structurally grounded as exploitation.
Nancy Fraser, Cannibal Capitalism (2022)
Nancy Fraser, Cannibal Capitalism (2022)
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Forwarded from : sinthome.
Media is too big
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I remember when Julian was arrested. I think it was the first time I understood this world only craves fantasy heroes, and my personal hope was half shattered. In my naïve mind, I thought that the youths around the world who desired a more just society would mobilize to set him free, since he was the most explicit representation of heroism we had at that moment, compromised with truth and the other no matter what. Julian is still my hero, and his vision of the world will always be my shared desire with him and everyone who admires him.
Forwarded from Symptoms (Divya Ranjan)
"A spy opens an envelope. Inside is a thin sheet of paper with a cryptic message. After it is read the paper spontaneously bursts into flames.
The message is the communicable distillation of your hopes, dreams and imagination. The paper is the internet. The internet is self destructing paper. A place where anything written is soon destroyed by rapacious competition and the only preservation is to forever copy writing from sheet to sheet faster than they can burn.
If it's worth writing, it's worth keeping. If it can be kept, it might be worth writing. Would your store your brain in a startup company's vat? If you store your writing on a 3rd party site like blogger, livejournal or even on your own site, but in the complex format used by blog/wiki software de jour you will lose it forever as soon as hypersonic wings of internet labor flows direct people's energies elsewhere. For most information published on the internet, perhaps that is not a moment to soon, but how can the muse of originality soar when immolating transience brushes every feather? ”
Julian Assange (“Self destructing paper”, 2006-12-05)
The message is the communicable distillation of your hopes, dreams and imagination. The paper is the internet. The internet is self destructing paper. A place where anything written is soon destroyed by rapacious competition and the only preservation is to forever copy writing from sheet to sheet faster than they can burn.
If it's worth writing, it's worth keeping. If it can be kept, it might be worth writing. Would your store your brain in a startup company's vat? If you store your writing on a 3rd party site like blogger, livejournal or even on your own site, but in the complex format used by blog/wiki software de jour you will lose it forever as soon as hypersonic wings of internet labor flows direct people's energies elsewhere. For most information published on the internet, perhaps that is not a moment to soon, but how can the muse of originality soar when immolating transience brushes every feather? ”
Julian Assange (“Self destructing paper”, 2006-12-05)
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