I love this picture so much. I have had a printed copy of it on the dashboard of my vehicle for months. I wan to get Toney a matching skeleton tattoo one day. That’s better than a ring.
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Clockwork heart/break.
It is cold at the beach. It must be at least 68 degrees Fehrenheit. At night with a brisk wind, cuddling isn’t much fun all alone. What I am still doing here, I can not say? Perhaps it feels pleasant to be cold. Much like to feel excitement or pain. Sensations so real, we can not distract ourselves from them, we must endure their every moment, movement, meandering
manipulations, brief lucid bubbles gently graze with elaquence and grace of elephants, infinitesimally bland sings the wind. As the knots soar by, by, by themselves, but never lonely. Lust not for the spiraling marionets loving cantor or banter. Knots know no amorous thrusts, know no nautical navigation, know no nonsensical prose Neanderthallically nestled hap-hazardly. Dream on silly boy blinks the stars.
In Wild in the Streets, teenagers secure the right to vote, vote themselves into power, and have all adults imprisoned in camps where they are kept high on LSD until they die. In The Greening of America, Reich explains how most Americans are trapped in Consciousness II — his jargon for the organization-man mentality, for the technocatic meritocratic Corporate system that made everyone into uptight, status-seeking drones with no “real” self — whereas the new youth movement is attaining Consciousness III, authentic and self-actualized beings who take the “individual self as the only reality” and groove on genuine “experiences.” Reich represents these stages of consciousness as progressive, heading toward inevitable overturning of the social structure, but it’s interesting how closely they parallel Boltanski and Chiapello’s three successive “spirits of capitalism” — the hegemonic ideology that justifies capitalism and neutralizes critique. What Reich sees as “mind blowing” becomes the basis for ideological corrections; his Consciousness III is the new spirit of post-Fordist capitalism, wtih its championing of flexible, liberated worker-entrepreneurs who scorn stability and embrace openness to new challenges.
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Read More. (via thenewinquiry) How beautifully poignant. This should replace the pledge of allegiance. |
That poor, poor man
Cackling laughter muffles tortured screams,
Her smile’s motivation is not what it seems,
Bending wills with effortless plies,
Mending meanderingly as if in a daze,
Awaken
forsaken
unbroken but
shaken.
Bwahahahaha! I’ll have a box of nails and 2 bricks please! My lovely anarchist just threw an ear of corn in to traffic yesterday. Out of our car going 50. If we could have only had our window bricks. sigh
Designer window bricks. Now there’s an untapped market. Anarcho-fashion for the 1%. Hot off the press - Calvin Klein’s new spring fragrance: “Protest”.
