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Zhou Chen (Chinese, b. 1990, Dalian, China, based Hangzhou and Dalian, China) - Hope, 2022, Paintings: Tempera on Panel
Being small Nobody quite recovers from being a child: the asymmetry of power between parents and children always leaves a trace
The thing about American "leftist" comedians is that they aren't actually leftist, they are the Imperial Court Jesters. They stand on a stage, point directly at the blood-soaked gears of the war machine, make a little tee-hee noise, and the crowd erupts. Not because they are critiquing the machine, but because the laughter is a pressure release valve for the people inside it. Take the video of that stand-up asking the defense contractor if she helped Trump bomb those 160 Iranian school girls, and everyone laughing, including the contractor herself. That laughter is ritual absolution. The contractor laughs because she knows she will never face a tribunal. The audience laughs because they get to feel "self-aware" without having to actually stop anything. The joke doesn't condemn the contractor; it humanizes her, turns her into a lovable scamp who just happens to have a job graphing the velocity of shrapnel through children's bodies. By making it a punchline, the comedian sanitizes the atrocity. The blood is scrubbed off the stage. The audience gets to say "wow, we are so edgy for talking about it" while the person who builds the bombs gets to chuckle and order another drink. It is not satire, it is a team-building exercise for the empire.
Then there is the YouTuber talking about Transformers, casually dropping the "Iraq war aesthetic" like it's a color palette. Desert punk. Military core. A vibe. This is what happens when your country hasn't had a war on its own soil in living memory; the violence becomes media, a backdrop for childhood toys. The explosions are no longer the sound of mothers screaming; they are cool action sequences. They are digesting the visual debris of massacre as a nostalgic fashion choice, scraping the trauma off and compressing it into a genre for their retro-futurist fantasies. The apocalypse becomes a mood board.
And finally, the girl recounting celebrity love triangles from her childhood, flippantly mentioning how the U.S. was "busy with the Iraq war or whatever." Or whatever. That single phrase is the thesis statement of American innocence. Over a million dead, a region destabilized for a century, an endless river of grief; and for her, it was the commercial break between pop culture segments. It didn't raise her rent. It didn't stop her Wi-Fi. The violence is geo-locked to brown skin and distant deserts, just background noise like a refrigerator humming. She has the luxury of forgetting because the machine doesn't eat her children, it eats yours.
Americans don't hate the machine; they love the output. They hate the mess of it. So they turn it into jokes, into aesthetic, into "whatever." Because if they stopped laughing, if they stopped scrolling, if they actually looked at the 4K drone footage of the aftermath instead of the cool explosion CGI in their movies, they would have to realize that the lithium in their phones, the gas in their tanks, and the comfort of their suburban cul-de-sacs are all greased with the fat of foreign children. And they can't handle that. So they laugh. They turn it into a vibe. They call it "the Iraq war or whatever." You can't deconstruct the master's house with the master's jokes, especially when the punchline is the corpses holding up the floorboards.
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mixed fabrics (cotton, linen, synth blends: hand-dyed, over-dyed, commercial); machine and hand-pieced, hand quilted, hand appliqued.)
embracing what i want from quilting versus what i thought i had to strive for. this is going to a pretty fancy show in september so maybe bad timing but we'll see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jennifer J. Lee, Window III, 2018, Oil on jute, 21 x 19 inches (53.34 x 48.26 cm), from the exhibition Day Trip at Klaus Von Nichtssagend Gallery, New York.
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Cover of 'Yozh' [Hedgehog] youth magazine, No. 18, 1931.
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my moroccan friend is stuck in the deportation center (hard to talk abt so dont ask me) and we're trying 2 get them out but at the same time theyre trying to organize help for a libyan queer person they met in there lol i really admire this kind of person like using their limited time on the phone to also try to arrange help for someone else. id like to think i would act the same way if i were ever imprisoned but who knows. hoping to not find out but you know how life is
Anyway we are trying 2 collect a legal fund for our friend Siman, they need it for a good lawyer who can prevent deportation to a country where they'll be persecuted and imprisoned likely, and for other expenses, this is the text from their other friends:
A dear friend, political activist, and queer feminist organizer fleeing persecution in Morocco is currently held in deportation detention near Istanbul (Tuzla). They urgently need €4,000 for legal representation, appeals, and basic necessities like food and phone access to endure these highly unsafe conditions.
Every contribution supports to secure their release and safety. Please
donate or share this link with your trusted networks:
https://4fund.com/dae7ea
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* Arabic, French, Turkish versions below *Dear friends,Dear comrades,Dear surrounding,We are reaching out for urgent support for a dear frie
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tree branch cross section with a star-shaped ring growth pattern we found during our internship this year. a very special phenomenon : )
There's worse to come, folks. Strap in and stay strapped.
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Eight people accused by the Justice Department of having ties to antifa have been sentenced to decades in federal prison over a shooting out
You can support imprisoned people by sending them letters of support and money to use for the commisary and phone calls. Being in prison is expensive. Don't write anything that would get them in trouble. Prisoners' mail is read by guards.
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Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people
please keep talking about how Becky from Maryland doesn't like the rising gas prices. It's clearly the more pressing issue.
USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.
This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:
ActionAid India
SEEDS India
GlobalGiving
Raise India (Project Tapan)