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fotojournalismus

Black Panthers in Chicago, Illinois, 1969.

Photographs by Hiroji Kubota

yokai-satori-deactivated2020080

Justice for George Floyd

y0ungd0ve

some-velvet-morning

here

000540123

“Seeing is believing, is judging, is waging war and slaughtering, making the image a corpse and the screen a cemetery battlefield. Therefore, as Serres states ‘the eye is in the tomb’ (2007: 214). Serres urges us to quasi-blindness, Artaud to gaze upon the black sun, the reviled invisible but nonetheless sensed which God reviles (Artaud, 1988: 562). Spectator bodies without organs continue to ‘see’ with the ‘eye’ but the signification of sight alters and so does the meaning of the organ”

— An Ethics of Spectatorship (via 000540123)

cherryloveredforever

obscuur

jānis šneiders climb

unwelcome-ozian

BASIC EXPERIENCE OF TRAUMA

• Destruction of a sense of time in terms of past, present and future (‘The traumatic event is always now, and always impending’) (Orange, 2016:3)

• Creation of ‘a profound sense of personal alienation’ (‘in which the traumatized person… walks around as a ghost or a stranger, with a permanent sense of weirdness’).

• Destruction of the predictable foundation of everyday life which the nontraumatised person takes for granted (‘the familiar sense that others will be there in the morning, and so on’). ibid

lifeinpoetry

And besides, what’s another bruise? What’s a bruise? What’s a bruise? What’s a blue moon bruise to do but pull young blood to and fro like the tide? What’s a bruise but a testament to the sharp art of surrendering to time and place?

— Amber Dawn, from “The Stopped Clock,” My Art Is Killing Me and Other Poems

januaryhoney

planet of love, richard siken / litany in which certain things are crossed out, richard siken / litany in which certain things are crossed out, richard siken