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“The organism is a diversion of life, whereas abstract line is life itself.”
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“I saw your sad as if a charity
in radiant in night long morphic sheen
and tears the tomb of your infinity.
— Georges Bataille, from “Je revais de toucher” in “5 poems,” Hyperion: On the Future of Aesthetics, a web publication of The Nietzsche Circle, Volume III, issue 4, December 2008”
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in radiant in night long morphic sheen
and tears the tomb of your infinity.
— Georges Bataille, from “Je revais de toucher” in “5 poems,” Hyperion: On the Future of Aesthetics, a web publication of The Nietzsche Circle, Volume III, issue 4, December 2008”
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“In America, our girlfriends teach us what love, trust, and desire are; they hold our hands as we navigate the Scylla of sex and the Charybdis of culture. With them we are our truest, most essential selves. We don’t have to be pretty, but we heap praise upon one another when we are. We don’t have to be nice, and we forgive each other when we aren’t. With our friends, our guard tumbles like acrobats, falls like leaves, and swirls in glittery, dusty eddies. That face we keep up in front of everyone else—family, lovers, husbands, or children—we let slide. Our friends see the frailties, the insecurities, the unattractive bits that we have to keep hidden from the rest of the world because—and this is the meat of the matter—it’s hard work to be a woman.”
― A Certain Hunger
― A Certain Hunger
“The laughter or the tears break out in the vacuum of thought created by their object in the mind. But these moments, like the deeply
rhythmed movements of poetry, of music, of love, of dance, have the power - to capture - and endlessly recapture the moment that
counts, the moment of rupture, of fissure. As if we were trying to arrest the moment and freeze it in the constantly renewed gasps
of our laughter or our sobs. The miraculous moment when anticipation dissolves into NOTHING, detaching us from the ground on
which we were groveling, in the concatenation of useful activity”
― The Accursed Share: An Essay on General Economy; Volume II. The History of Eroticism and Volume III. Sovereignty
rhythmed movements of poetry, of music, of love, of dance, have the power - to capture - and endlessly recapture the moment that
counts, the moment of rupture, of fissure. As if we were trying to arrest the moment and freeze it in the constantly renewed gasps
of our laughter or our sobs. The miraculous moment when anticipation dissolves into NOTHING, detaching us from the ground on
which we were groveling, in the concatenation of useful activity”
― The Accursed Share: An Essay on General Economy; Volume II. The History of Eroticism and Volume III. Sovereignty
“Imagine this: A world where the quality of your life is not determined by how much money you have. You do not have to sell your labour to survive. Labour is not tied to capitalism, profit or wage. Borders do not exist; we are free to move without consequence. The nuclear family does not exist; children are raised collectively; reproduction takes on new meanings. In this world, the way we carry out dull domestic labour is transformed and nobody is forced to rely on their partner economically to survive. The principles of transformative justice are used to rectify harm. Critical and comprehensive sex education exists for all from an early age. We are liberated from the gender binary’s strangling grip and the demands it places on our bodies. Sex work does not exist because work does not exist. Education and transport are free, from cradle to grave. We are forced to reckon with and rectify histories of imperialism, colonial exploitation, and warfare collectively. We have freedom to, not just freedom from. Specialist mental health services and community care are integral to our societies. There is no “state” as we know it; nobody dies in “suspicious circumstances” at its hands; no person has to navigate sexism, racism, ableism or homophobia to survive. Detention centres do not exist. Prisons do not exist, nor do the police. The military and their weapons are disbanded across nations. Resources are reorganised to adequately address climate catastrophe. No person is without a home or loving community. We love one another, without possession or exploitation or extraction. We all have enough to eat well due to redistribution of wealth and resource. We all have the means and the environment to make art, if we so wish. All cultural gatekeepers are destroyed. Now imagine this vision not as utopian, but as something well within our reach.”
― Feminism, Interrupted: Disrupting Power
― Feminism, Interrupted: Disrupting Power
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