Moon Grocer

I used to be americanapurana, then naranappa, uh…basavana,arunagirinathar,sigalaka then sivavakkiyar. He/Him. Born in 92. Tamil American. Marxist. Bi. Against the framework of Hinduism (you could say ex-Hindu, so guess) fundamentally. From an Iyer family. I'm still interested in a nāstika Shaivsm, but am primarily Buddhist (again, not Hindu). Musician.

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by Kartar Singh Sarabha, member of the Ghadar party

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see you can do kinda crazy stretch allusion hunting anywhere. because Pynchon mentioned having had a ‘Lorca’ period while writing V I’ve always wondered whether behind his ‘A screaming comes across the sky…’ was Lorca’s ‘Asesinando por el cielo’, properly recontextualized for an active war zone. He does stuff like that so you can always argue it

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[figural]

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bodas de sangre (1981) dir. carlos saura, choreography by antonio gades

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[yt]

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cecil taylor -- i forgot

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Carmen Amaya

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Carmen Amaya Amaya (2 November 1918 – 19 November 1963) was a Spanish Romani flamenco dancer and singer, born in the Somorrostro district of Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain.

She has been called "the greatest Flamenco dancer ever" and "the most extraordinary personality of all time in flamenco dance." She was the first female flamenco dancer to master footwork previously reserved for the best male dancers, due to its speed and intensity. She sometimes danced in high-waisted trousers as a symbol of her strong character.

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In a 1975 interview with the Canadian jazz magazine, Coda, Cecil Taylor was telling of an evening, twenty years before, when he first saw Carmen Amaya dance:

"It was as though everything stopped for me. I mean everything stopped. That, to me, is the highest kind of compliment that can be paid to another artist to make somebody else lose all sense of time, all sense of their own existence outside.”

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the importance of stupid ideas in world history cannot be overstated. (it is possible this will one day be added to the list, as well as this caveat.)

[300iqprower]

MY DAY BE SO FINE AND THEN BAM

MATADOR

[3eanuts]

July 18, 1998 — see The Complete Peanuts 1995-1998

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July 18th—302 years ago

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July 18

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I know its Nakba day but I truly do not have the heart to be the bearer of education. If anyone's interested in sources for reading or watching about the Nakba you can find a plethora of it offered on decolonizepalestine.com. they have a reading list for the Nakba

I found a site recently called the nakba archive that interviews palestinian elderly that survived the nakba. What i like about this archive is that they ask these palestinian elderly about their lives and traditions. Theyre not just archiving survival stories but preserving cultural memory

All of the videos are in arabic but if you click on the transcript link, it gives you an english translation

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childhood story written by William Gaddis, first grade (?)

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deliberately fucking up a performance just right after having just given a long spiel on how the concept of talent is a bourgeoise myth

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Gravity’s Rainbow

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[probablyasocialecologist]

“There were two “Reigns of Terror,” if we would but remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the “horrors” of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe, compared with lifelong death from hunger, cold, insult, cruelty, and heart-break? What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves.”

— Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court