i have seen the writing on the wall/don’t think i need anything at all

March 10, 2011 at 6:55 pm (Uncategorized)

There’s no denying the fact that employment picture is changing in ways which do not bring me comfort. A paradigm is emerging — that of a gypsy (or Roma, if you prefer) class that takes up and drops trades as necessity dictates. They’re mobile and are not tied down by things like kids in school and pets that don’t travel well (like my fat tabby that urinates every time I put him into a carrier). Middle-class comfort, so long anathema to the ‘tenured radicals’ of the academy (who, of course, hurl their invective from the bourgeois redoubt of the easy chair), although agonizingly, fitfully slow in doing so, has finally died. Yet from its corpse no revolutionary class has mushroomed forth. Rather we’re left with atomized biota terrified of losing everything it holds dear, too terrified to think even of reform, let alone of revolution. Cognitive laborer and day laborer find themselves equal members of an all-consuming new class category: the precariat.

– Ylajali Hansen “All That Glitters: The Fool’s Gold of Higher EducationGeneration Bubble

from @swaggedwolf (of odd future wolf gang kill them all)


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to exist in this world may be a mistake/right or wrong, whose choice will it be?

March 10, 2011 at 5:10 pm (Uncategorized)

As for those who continue to insist that there’s something fundamentally wrong with a democracy that doesn’t address the ever-growing income inequality the sheer madness of our open-ended military ventures in Afghanistan, the miseries of the sick and unemployed, the suffering of the near destitute and of the children and the old, they’ll be dismissed as being unrealistic in present circumstances and reminded that with the other party in power things would be even worse. The reason pessimists are multiplying is that we dishonor the intellect and the knowledge of history in this county by refusing to admit that corruption is the source of our ills. It takes no great mental effort to realize that there’s no effective political forces either in Washington or locally that are able to do anything serious to correct our self-delusions about being the world’s policeman, because any sensible solution would seriously cut into profits of this or that interest group.

They say the monkey scratches its fleas with the key that opens its cage. That may strike one as being very funny or very sad. Unfortunately, that’s where we are now.

– Charles Simic “The New American PessimismNew York Review of Books

via this isn’t happiness

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The New Flesh

March 8, 2011 at 3:10 pm (Uncategorized)

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i’m the boy/they can’t ignore

March 7, 2011 at 9:55 pm (Uncategorized)

From Shion Sono’s Jisatsu sâkuru (Suicide Club)

From Angus @ Student Activism:

“According to the student newspaper The Daily Cal, nine protesters — identified as students by witnesses — made their way to a fourth-floor outside ledge on the Wheeler facade early this afternoon. Six of them have apparently chained themselves together, and they have reportedly linked arms inside PVC pipes, making it logistically difficult for campus police to bring them down from the ledge against their will. (One student has apparently been dragged through a window and arrested. Eight remain on the ledge.)”

“Biopower is benevolent power, full of a shepherd’s concern for his flock, the power that wants the salvation of its subjects, the power that wants you to live.” – Tiqqun, Theorie du Bloom

To fight against biopower means to fight against one’s own life as long as it endures as a commodity. To threaten the one thing biopower can’t live without.

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Try talking on a blog with your fucking arms cut off (Pt. 1)

March 7, 2011 at 7:45 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All‘s D.I.Y. music videos, in their extreme negative affect and occasional illegibility, evoke Derek Jarman’s 1977 film Jubilee and the titillating ultraviolence and nihilism of queer punk.  Tavia Nyong’o describes Jubilee as a “historically and theatrically erudite iteration” of the Sex Pistols song “God Save the Queen” (in which Johnny Rotten declares No Future for the nation)–Odd Future, like Araki’s Kaboom, is shades of Jubilee for Los Angeles in the year before the world ends.

Mehan Jayasuriya pushes back against the idea of Odd Future being defined as “punk”:

“The problem is that in 2011, punk as a subculture encourages conformity more than creativity, its countercultural potential all but sapped through years of commercialization and calcification. In defining Odd Future as ‘punk,’ we’re crafting a narrative where Tyler and friends are descendants rather than insurgents, where their rebellion is mimetic rather than an authentic reaction to the world in which they live.”

Not so much mimesis as epic bricolage, OFWGKTA’s visual work is punk as fuck, in the sense of being infused with the nihilistic urgency of live fast and die young, in response to essentially the same oppressive structures that gave birth to punk in the 1970s.  Punk was designed to shock; British punk functioned as a nihilistic response to a shattered economy and a rejection of the idealism of hippie culture.  It was a contradictory moment that disavowed capitalism and mainstream culture while reaching towards fame and fortune.  By 1981, while Jubilee darling Adam Ant was palling around with Margaret Thatcher at the Falklands Ball, neighborhoods of London were erupting in race riots.

The narrative of selling out in Jayasuriya’s critique is useful to a cultural movement invested in positive affect, futurity, social justice.  In a cultural movement of apocalypse–in which total destruction of institutions and society also requires total destruction of self–what is the investment in resisting commercialization (see Kaboom in Pt. 2)? Jayasuriya’s claim of authenticity for Odd Future is a false one which denies the intense artifice of total negativity as well as the cultural obsession with irony and image.  What does selling out even mean anymore?  William S. Burroughs did a Nike ad, Ice T plays a cop on TV.  “The world is no longer interested in heroes…we now know too much about them.”


To Be Continued…

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protect your boss

March 6, 2011 at 2:49 pm (Uncategorized)

In India:

“An angry mob of fired steel plant workers in eastern India took revenge by burning a senior executive to death in his car.

About a dozen or more laid-off people attacked a vehicle carrying Radhey Shyam Roy as he left the factory in the state of Orissa on Thursday. They covered the automobile with petrol and set it ablaze, according to police Superintendent Ajay Kumar Sarangi said.

‘The driver and another employee managed to escape, but Roy was trapped and died later of serious burn injuries,’ Sarangi said.

Last November, an executive at an Indian-Japanese firm was beaten to death in Delhi, allegedly by a mob of sacked workers. Early last year, an executive at an Indian automotive company was lynched by fired workers in the southern state of Tamil Nadu.

In 2008, the Indian chief of an Italian-based auto-parts company was beaten to death in a New Delhi suburb by former employees.”

In Florida::

“The Apopka man accused of shooting and killing his boss outside of their workplace will face a judge later Wednesday.

Investigators said Rocky Christian used a shotgun to kill Nassar Alkattan. The shooting happened at 12:45pm in the parking lot of a company called Build Direct Flooring on Cooper Commerce Drive.

Christian admitted to WFTV that he pulled the trigger, but he claimed he did it in self-defense.”

The boss justifies himself with his safety: he has taken a job that exploits others in order to provide security for himself and his family, to whom he owes more than he owes his employees. But what if bossing put bosses and their families at risk? Then, like police officers who beat protesters in order to ensure their safety, wouldn’t workers be justified in forcibly removing bosses from power for their own protection? After all, we wouldn’t want anything bad to happen…

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rome wasn’t built in a day/but it fell in one

March 5, 2011 at 6:21 pm (Uncategorized)

Michael Haneke’s The Seventh Continent

Why would anyone break anything? Especially something that belonged to them. Especially something that was them.

For the same reason you break a piggy bank: to get something out.

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March 4, 2011 at 9:37 pm (Uncategorized)

This is a blog for Jenna and Malcolm‘s evil thoughts about queer nihilism and fire and sex that isn’t tender. And rocks and sticks and clubs and other things that are described as sharp or blunt. And blunts. And other drugs and only love if it’s the kind you feel for the incompleteness of broken things. And music if it’s scary and movies if they’re scary. And books if those books are for burning. And smoke and other particulate matters. And offense. And fences if those fences move of their own accord. And bottles if they’re glass and empty, but minds if they’re plastic and full.

Stay tuned, there should be plenty.

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