March 2012
22 posts
February 2012
33 posts
Mattering
Mind over matter. Over body. Over heart.
But when does your mind start mattering?
And when does your body start mattering your mind?
And when does your heart start mattering your body?
And where is that room, just off my the hallway of conscious where all three categories start to bleed together? Where physical limitations do not take hold.
And how do we matter the cracks?
The cracks between...
Rain
So the rain came.
It took the leap year, the after thought of a day.
What an indulgent February, still, how I would love to pretend this is the day after days.
Abandon my papers and tackle the closest mountain. From the top I would pick my next target and leap. Jumping like my fingers used to when I was young, from knee to knee. Syndromes of an only child.
But instead I will let the rain be...
Living in Santa Cruz makes me feel crazy.
I am...
Endemic frustration.
My words have formed a black bloc, they know they are being used as a form of capital, and are refusing to allow business as usual.
Just start.
Fuck.
Just start.
Fuck.
I have the emotional capacity of a walnut. That brick wall left me concussed. I have been lying on the ground so long even the tweety birds got bored and flew south for the winter.
Has anyone noticed that...
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What if...
“What if abolition isn’t a shattering thing, not crashing thing, not a wrecking ball event? What if abolition is something that sprouts from the wet places in our eyes, the broken places in our skin, the waiting places in our palms, the tremble holding in my mouth when I turn to you? What if abolition is something that grows? What if abolishing the prison industrial complex is the fruit of our...
The Next 115 days of my life
Here is the outline to my thesis, it is likely to be completely eaten, shitted out, and re-worked by the time I am done- but for starters- this will be my life till June 12th.
1st Section: Intro
Chapter One- My subjective lens
white, college educated, middle class, cis gendered, female, transient, outsider, western (as in coast)
Chapter Two Breaking down lens of analysis
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Why I hate those adds that ask you to give a...
Voyeurism
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Voyeurism means taking pleasure in looking at something or somebody. In the context of attempting to sustain political solidarity across power difference, voyeurism describes a common pitfall. Often, more privileged subjects “care for” subordinated subjects, profess to want
to “help” them, “give them a voice,” or even “save” them,...
Study Session
Love- how it relates to bricks walls, eyeballs- how they relate to screens, and finally, Agrarian capitalism- and how is relates the world being fucked.
Studying with Mari is worth it ‘ery day.
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Withdrawl
And again you leave me jones-ing
High and dry and shivering for more
Like your the ghost that walked over my grave.
A ghost once told me-
“Always remember that there is no way on this planet to feel SATIATED or SATISFIED but there are ample methods that will lead you to DISTRACTION and PUZZLEMENT…and sometimes, that’s enough.”
I will pack all my pretty dresses I will box up...
"With whose blood were your eyes formed?"- Donna...
I find academia daunting.
I am so hesitant to engage with it because I am terrified of it besting me. Of spending so long tackling thoughts that some other writer, some other theorists will tear apart with a whisk of their red pen.
I have never been that competitive. At any sign of competition I tend to bounce. Always weary of “bragging” rights. Always weary of others power over me.
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So. It's my birthday.
Cindy Webb
Words cannot express this women.
Her strength and poise, her long curly hair, her ability to smell like India- always. Cindy Webb, was what most people would call a godmother, but for a post-religious liberal family, godmother came in the form of a radical world traveler who oozed compassion from her every pour.
Cindy’s father, Jack Webb, was best friends with my mother’s father,...
