Night of Dark Leaves

Black against blue,
no escaping stars,

night of dark leaves
gives wing.


Shades assemble.

No human voice,
not even a whisper,
accompanies the
music of gunfire.


Intrigue, with tongue to ear,
seduces the still hour.

The 90's: Rise of Pop Fascism in the United States (Pt 1, NAFTA Debate, Both Faces)

"Politics of Fear versus the Politics of Hope."

Blog Bathroom Stall Graffiti

The Bureaucratic Organization of Knowledge

Informed and Efficient Control of Bodies



UnAversity

InterNET

IP Un-freely



Government Secrecy/Classification

Social Media, Formatted and Fenced Agora

Tollbooth'd Info Distribution



Bourgeois Required New Theology and Liturgy (Information Becomes Spirit[Law] and Letter[Instrument] of Capital)

Rationalism Replaces Theology as Mode of Authoritarian Control of Knowledge

End of Knowledge: Efficiency, Never Ending Dream of Exploited Bodies


Warfare as Extension of Intelligence Wielding "Information" as Weapon

Godot the Monument

Cloaked in dust,
impatient,
he craves
tending hands.

               Not a clock,
               or covered ears at
               crow of cock...

Still he sits.
Listless stares

pass sans care. 

"Protesting Was Sexy On a Saturday Night"

Excellent Documentary on Obama as "More Effective Evil" (h/t Margaret Kimberley, Freedom Rider)

A Friend Made This Video for a Great Guided by Voices Song

Clean rockin'.

Growth Demands Love Among the Ruins at Lower Prices

Over 1,000 lovers died so Western garment peddlers could sell hip clothing cheaper in "more advanced and enlightened societies". Out of love, economists comfort Western clothes horses by calmly producing graphs and charts proving this sacrifice is necessary for "growth" in "less advanced societies".

                             
                             

                              And that glory and that shame alike, the gold
                                                 Bought and sold.

                           --- "Love Among the Ruins", Robert Browning.

Soon

Happy May Day! (Remember, You Have the Right to Be Lazy)

A strange delusion possesses the working classes of the nations where capitalist civilization holds its sway. This delusion drags in its train the individual and social woes which for two centuries have tortured sad humanity. This delusion is the love of work, the furious passion for work, pushed even to the exhaustion of the vital force of the individual and his progeny. Instead of opposing this mental aberration, the priests, the economists and the moralists have cast a sacred halo over work. Blind and finite men, they have wished to be wiser than their God; weak and contemptible men, they have presumed to rehabilitate what their God had cursed. I, who do not profess to be a Christian, an economist or a moralist, I appeal from their judgement to that of their God; from the preachings of their religious, economics or free thought ethics, to the frightful consequences of work in capitalist society.

In capitalist society work is the cause of all intellectual degeneracy, of all organic deformity. Compare the thorough-bred in Rothschild’s stables, served by a retinue of bipeds, with the heavy brute of the Norman farms which plows the earth, carts the manure, hauls the crops. Look at the noble savage whom the missionaries of trade and the traders of religion have not yet corrupted with Christianity, syphilis and the dogma of work, and then look at our miserable slaves of machines. 

      ---Paul Lafargue, The Right to Be Lazy, Chp. 1.