Hey all,
Here’s a new project I’ve been working on — it’s a mix of IDMish tracks and performance art. Enjoy.
Hey all,
Here’s a new project I’ve been working on — it’s a mix of IDMish tracks and performance art. Enjoy.
First things first: I’m a musician, a writer, an interdisciplinary artist. As much as my head wants to be a full-time street activist yet again (read: typically broke, frequently in jail, almost always at risk, positives notwithstanding), the reality is that the process of making art across multiple disciplines as a critically engaged practice is more than enough, both in the “real world” and within the confines of academia alike.
Some of the things on my mind of late:
Books that are presently helping me through this process:
In the “to read” queue:
People whose work is providing inspiration:
Books and essays that have helped me in the past:
“Living the artist’s life” books (for insights regarding my creative process and workflow):
More thoughts and such as I process this through a bit more. <3 and shout-out to @codemesh, @librarianshipwreck and @tinyfist for thoughts, recommendations and support.
the left overall in the USA is completely busted-yet-still-functioning, almost without exception.
people (organizers/planners in particular) keep doing the exact same things over and over again, even when they’re broken, or detrimental.
there’s just enough of a positive sentiment around outcomes overall that people think “it’s working”.
it’s not, it just feels like it, sometimes.
a functional definition of “working” has to include getting past where we’ve been for years, if not decades, in a positive – and advancing – direction.
as it stands, we’re stuck with the same approaches, with ever-lessening progress.
to make things worse, things are busted in a variety of ways, and people’s levels of access and power vary, both institutionally and individually.
so we argue, constantly and call it praxis or transformation or whatever.
it’s not, it’s just more of the same.
all of which is made worse by most people not just being flat-out-right or flat-out-wrong, just mostly right, give or take, about what they know best.
or even worse, cape on behalf of oppressed people, with no idea of direction, goals or even if said caping is making things better or worse.
then we argue about the caping.
just as its been for decades, just faster and more intense.
i do have hope, just not when people keep on repeating themselves.
which everybody does, but not always in the same way.
mobilizing and organizing aren’t the same.
i think we’re stuck, in general, at not building the sorts of movements that could lead to at least understanding the differences between mobilizing and organizing.
h/t: @er0tikka, @lavlobster, black agenda report, and as always, my twitter timeline
Fear, death of fear, fear of dying. Death has been all around me, and yet, I’m still here. I’m getting accustomed to not walking through the valley of scriptural solace – Ginsberg, Rumi, Solanas, amen. I never did like Valerie, which according to shadow law, means I always liked Valerie, even though she probably would have shipped me off as a work slave to a so-called feminist paradise in Utah or Queens. My life has been full of contradictions – mixed-race urban hippie redneck black power force multiplier. Intersexed, gender transitioned femme dyke. Recovering twink wannabe that never fit into gay culture, now I know why, don’t expect me on the talk show circuit any time soon. Public intellectual and somewhat-former performance artist turned page poet and featured guest on the talking head segment of the Burn to Build channel (now on Situationist Channel i). Anarcho-socialist, nature-loving collectivist-industrialist. Tech-head intergenerational unionist. On and on. INFP and ENTJ personalities inside one hybridized body – one for everyday life, the other for threats and conflict. The mere act of existence is full of numinousity. Whitman looms large, multitudes at the checkout line of everyday life.
It’s morning at the beach,
it’s not time to ascend.
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Buy our hand drums,
our tempo track,
our polytonality.
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Oud –
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Robbie the Robot is waking up.
Meanwhile, longing —
Turtle is exploring options in the following areas: planet colonization, strategic immortality, weaponized nanobots, cellular warfare (both kinds), intelligent exoskeletons. Shrimp is aware of all these things (Shrimp reads), despite and/or because of Turtle’s ongoing efforts in schools, colleges and universities, both public and private.
Turtle gets together with advisors and a select group of key strategic allies to evaluate and assess the disruptive advantages of “Project Lure” (Turtle’s response to all presumed potential adversaries discovering any Designated Enemies Of Turtle), in the case of decisive military action going counter to plans. Shrimp has a full-time job and a limited social life.
Turtle has assets, spies, allies, mortars, planes, counter-planes, warheads, custom ICBMs, intel, counter-intel, counter-counter-intel and so on, all of which played key roles when they struck the Urchinian village, estimated population 294. Being a city shrimp, Shrimp has no plans to get married.
Operation Krill never occurred to the now-indefinitely-detained blue crabs until Turtle operatives convinced them of its merits. Shrimp yawns a bit, then goes back to sleep.
In the Turtlemania movie, the scene where the scampi test as being “somewhat sympathetic” to 17.9% of audiences in 35.3% of key markets will be deleted, because terrorists. Shrimp is not a terrorist. The Turtlemania book is pulled.
Turtle vociferously proclaims that shrimp – in particular, the malfeasant sort of shrimp who fall in with the wrong sort of crowd – will ever be tolerated “because we’re of the sea,” before pushing back a tear. The Turtle-loving, shrimp-detesting crowd cheers, and the feed is broadcast worldwide. Shrimp decides not to tell her co-workers anything, before swimming off for lunch.
Download PDF: Full Spectrum Aquatics