Angela Davis

“On any given day there are almost 2.5 million people in our country’s jails, prisons and military prisons, as well as in jails in Indian country and immigrant detention centers. It is a daily census, so it doesn’t reflect the numbers of people who go through the system every week or every month or every year. The majority are people of color. The fastest-growing sector consists of women—women of color. Many are queer or trans. As a matter of fact, trans people of color constitute the group most likely to be arrested and imprisoned. Racism provides the fuel for maintenance, reproduction, and expansion of the prison-industrial complex.”

From Freedom is a Constant Struggle. Pg 59.

Steel & Stone

Steel bars
Stone walls
Steel mind
Stone heart

Caged like a beast
The beast is me
Forever lost
In this insanity

Stone floor
Steel trap
Stone cold
Steel gaze

Broken inside
Want to break out
Trying to be heard
My silent shout

Deleuze & Guattari

"Even in the realm of theory, especially in the realm of theory, any precarious and pragmatic framework is better than tracing concepts, with their breaks and progress changing nothing. Imperceptible rupture, not signifying break. The nomads invented a war machine in opposition to the State apparatus. History has never comprehended nomadism, the book has never comprehended the outside. The State as the model for the book and for thought has a long history: logos, the philosopher-king, the transcendence of the Idea, the interiority of the concept, the republic of minds, the court of reason, the functionaries of thought, man as legislator and subject. The State's pretension to be a world order, and to root man. The war machine's relation to an outside is not another "model"; it is an assemblage that makes thought itself nomadic, and the book a working part in every mobile machine, a stem for a rhizome." (From Deleuze & Guattari's A Thousand Plateaus (pg 24)

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War Drums

I walk all night, I walk all day
Corporate Lies, lead astray
This blistering heat, has got me beat
Can you hear the war drums

They sit and wait
As we decide their fate
Edge of their seat, they watch TV
Can you hear the war drums

Across the sky
Low fly-by
Was that a shot, I hope not
Can you hear the war drums

Through sweat and fear
We draw quite near
Merely a whisper upon keen ears
Can you hear the war drums

The lights go out
There is no doubt
Time to fight on hallowed night
The war drums are here

 

Michael Shapiro

"Moreover, the technologies that permitted killing in the absence of seeing had removed specific, suffering bodies in a way similar to the way they are effaced in the theoretical language of war, as war discourse has increasingly moved from images of flesh to images of weapons and logistics. Indeed, the enactment of the war bore a closer resemblance to theories of war than to actual violent engagements. The view that the U.S. combatants had of their targets was so mediated that the attacks were aimed at abstract targets in highly schematic spaces. The "battles" were thus very Clausewitzian inasmuch as Clausewitz spoke always in very abstract terms about the "battlefield" and avoided speculation about particular historical battles, particular antagonisms, and the actual bodily registers of violence. His discourse, in short, was as bloodless as the fighting must have seemed to those who operated on the control side of the contemporary technologies of battle." (From Michael Shapiro's Violent Cartographies p. 75)

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The New Battlefield

 

Player One… GO!
Hit… Hit… Hit…
Weapon Upgrade
Massive Kill
Hit-Hit-Hit
COMBAT MULTIPLIER!!
Reload
Hit
Energy getting low
Hit… Hit… Hit, Hit
Watch your 6
Hit
Reload
Hit-Hit… Hit
COMBAT MULTIPLIER!!
Hit-Hit-Hit
Finish him!
You killed them all!

Level 4… Go…
Hit-Hit-Hit
Watch your 6
Oh No, you got WASTED…

Replay in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… GO!

(Meanwhile in Pakistan)

"I no longer love blue skies. In fact, I now prefer grey skies. The drones do not fly when the skies are grey. When sky brightens, drones return and we live in fear" -13 Year old Pakistani boy named Zubair.

"I had seen my grandmother right before it had happened but I couldn't see her after. It was just really dark but I could hear scream when it had hit her," says his sister Nabeela.

(Quotes from https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2013/10/saddest-words-congresss-briefing-drone-strikes/354548/)

Kathy Ferguson

"In violent times, the juridical, medical, and journalistic apparatuses worked overtime to mark the murders that mattered--the victims of attentats, not of strikebreaking; the anarchists' bombs, not the Pinkertons' guns; the wealthy at their leisure but not the poor in their distress. The deployments of discourse-producing institutions precede and make possible the meanings discernable within them. Interconnecting discursive practices within law, medicine, and media made it possible to claim that Goldman was dangerous--while resisting alternative inscriptions of danger. The discourses of danger surrounding Goldman and anarchism enabled a strategic non-seeing, a diminishing of other possible ethical and political engagements with other calculations of threat." (Pg 44-45. Kathy Ferguson's Emma Goldman: Political Thinking in the Streets.")

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There's a violence in not being heard
There's a violence in not being seen
There's a violence in not being touched
There's a violence in not being loved

They say that I'm a liar
They say that I'm ugly
They say that I'm dirty
They say that I'm a savage

I just want you to listen
I just want you to look
I just want you to feel
I just want you to understand

You ignore me
You block me
You imprison me
You hate me

I can no longer talk
I can no longer walk
I can no longer interact
I can no longer be me

If you will not listen I will yell
If you will not look I will get in your way
If you will not feel then I will force
If you will not help me then I will destroy you

Elaine Scary

"The most obvious analogue to torture is war. The form of torture that leaves the prisoner untouched by the torturer but that requires prisoners to maim one another makes visible the connections between them. Some of the apparent differences between them are partially attributable to the fact that the symbolic and the fictional are much more prominent in torture. War more often arises where the enemy is external, occupies a separate space, where the impulse to obliterate a rival population and its civilization is not (or need not at first be perceived as) self-destruction. Torture usually occurs where the enemy is internal and where the destruction of a race and its civilization would be a self-destruction, an obliteration of one's own country. Hence there must be more drama in torture; the destruction must be acted out symbolically within a handful of rooms."  (From Elaine Scarry's The Body in Pain, p. 61)

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Broken

Broken Strings
Broken Heart

            Broken Treaties
            Broken Promises

                        Broken Windows
                        Broken Glass

            Broken Bodies
            Broken Bones

Broken Will
Broken Spirit

            Broken Brotherhood
            Broken Family

                       Broken System
                       Broken Country
            Broken Hopes
            Broken Dreams

Broken
Inside and Out

Reading Tiqqun

(Quoted passages come from Tiqqun's "This is not a program")

“Contrary to what THEY have told us, the warrior is not a figure of plentitude, and certainly not of virile plentitude. The warrior is a figure of amputation. The warrior is a being who feels he exists only through combat, through confrontation with the Other, a being who is unable to obtain for himself the feeling of existing… The warrior is in fact driven by a desire, and perhaps one sole desire: the desire to disappear. The warrior no longer wants to be, but wants his disappearance to have a certain style. He wants to humanize his vocation for death. That is why he never really manages to mix with the rest of humankind: they are spontaneously wary of his movement toward Nothingness. In their admiration for the warrior can be measured the distance they impose between him and them. The warrior is thus condemned to be alone. This leaves him greatly dissatisfied, dissatisfied because he is unable to belong to any community other than the false community, the terrible community, of warriors who have only their solitude in common. Prestige, recognition, glory are less the prerogative of the warrior than the only form of relationship compatible with his solitude. His solitude is at once his salvation and his damnation."

Holy shit…
This is talking about me…
Never have I read something that resonates so deeply within me.
My loneliness, my anger, my hate
Of them, of me, of war, of peace

          "The Warrior is a figure of anxiety and devastation. Because he isn’t present, is only for-death, his immanence has become miserable, and he knows it. He has never gotten used to the world, so he has no attachment to it; he awaits its end. But there is also a tenderness, even a gentleness about the warrior, which is this silence, this half-presence. If he isn’t present, it is often because otherwise he would only drag those around him into the abyss. That is how the warrior loves: by preserving others from the death he has at heart. Instead of the company of others, he thus often prefers to be alone, and this is more out of kindness than disgust. Or else he joins the grief-stricken pack of warriors who watch each other slide one by one towards death. Because such is their inclination."

I keep them away, so I don’t hurt them.
They'll never understand.
It's really for the best.
It's ok, I have my whiskey
And if it gets to painful, there's always that..

         "In a sense, the society to which the warrior belongs cannot help but distrust him. It doesn’t exclude him nor really include him; it excludes him through its inclusion and includes him through its exclusion. The ground of their mutual understanding is recognition. In according him prestige society keeps the warrior at a distance, attaching itself to him and by the same token condemning him…”

The VA…
The FUCKING VA…
More pills, more talk, more hurry up and wait.
Everyone says they love veterans
None of them have been to the VA

 

Malcolm X

"We haven't benefited from America's democracy. We've only suffered from America's hypocrisy. And the generation that is coming up now can see it, and are not afraid to say it. If you go to jail, so what? If you're black, you were born in jail. In the North as well as the South. Stop talking about the South. Long as you're south of the Canadian border, you're South…

It'll be the ballot or it'll be the bullet. It'll be liberty or it'll be death. And if you're not ready to pay that price, don't use the word freedom in your vocabulary." 

From Malcolm X’s “Bullet or the Ballot” speech.

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White Amerikkka has turned its back
It's now illegal to be Black
It has closed its eyes
It doesn’t give a fuck
Jail or death, test your luck?

The ballot has been thrown out
But there are plenty of bullets now
And guns for everyone
Fathers, daughters, and sons
Be afraid, be very afraid,
Smirks the NRA

But as a friend once said
Gun control without disarming the police, you'll still be dead.
They're militarized and quaking in their boots
Don’t be black, cause they will shoot

So here's some words for my white friends
Listen, learn, and help put this to an end
Cause we need you, with all your white might
Dismantling privilege and a system of hate
So that we can get to a place where we wont need to say… 

Take a knee
A man was lynched yesterday
I can't breath
Hands up, don't shoot
Black Lives Matter

The Communist Manifesto

“A spectre is haunting Europe — the specter of communism.”

-Karl Marx & Fredrick Engels, opening line of the Communist Manifesto

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Specter

—noun

  1. A visible incorporeal spirit, especially one of a terrifying nature; ghost; phantom; apparition.
  2. Some object or source of terror or dread: the specter of disease or famine.

 

A ghost
In other words, not real, not physical, made up
To some the ghost is hope
To others it is everything they fear
Much like communism

As the old saying goes, “Hope in one hand, shit in the other, tell me which weighs more.” Same goes with the spectre of communism. Marx and Engles hopes in one hand, what became of Communism in the other…

“Proletarier aller Länder, vereinigt euch!” Indeed, wouldn’t that be nice…