Behold! The Superfluous Man

"When beggars die there are no comets seen. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of billionaires." -W.S.

[xanaxfarts]

Nina Simone and Nicky (1993) photo: Carol Friedman

[theehorsepusssy]

[superfluousmen]

Lady Bunny Rocks!!! I love you Luigi.

[pierppasolini]

James Dean photographed by Dennis Stock, Fairmount, IN, 1955

[neastars]

Keith Haring by Andy Warhol

[superfluousmen]

I Dance in Place

I dance in place to know the world.

I chase my limbs from their cowering place

to feel the air, to part and fold it.

I know that one day I will die,

but for now, until then, I move

outward, inward

beyond the bounds of my living corpse,

even beyond the mind that moves me so.

I am with you, my love,

as I dance in place.

No limits exist to my limitless existence,

so I dance to take up space,

and call out, “I want to be known,

I will be known, here and now.”

And in this bliss

I dance forever yet alone,

but of joy and heart never shall I be remiss

as I dance in place

and sing myself

my final tome.

[superfluousmen]

A true follower of Christ is she! If only she added one more thing to show the rich devils their fate. A verse from Matthew 19:24 spoken by Jesus himself, "I'll say it again-it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God.”

[superfluousmen]

KILL FASCISTS

[superfluousmen]

Fascism, like Frankenstein’s monster, has been put together from dead relics of pre-war Europe and resurrected nearly a century later in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

[superfluousmen]

The Ashes of Phocion - Nicolas Poussin

“One of the great love stories of antiquity. How Phocion, the Athenian general, was unjustly condemned to death, and worse than death because they burnt him and scattered his ashes which meant his spirit never could rest. So his wife came secretly, scooped up his ashes (here you see her in the foreground) then she put them in a bowl, put in water, and swallowed them so that he would have a tomb. She would be his living tomb. Notice how afraid her companion is, terrified they’re going to be caught and punished. The whole picture displays to us the great might of authority. All these great stately buildings so splendid, so strong, so upright, so perpendicular, so full of masculine power. They represent the rule of law which doesn't take much account of the human heart. And in the background the world goes on unchanged and unheeding. It’s a moving and poignant portrayal of the eternal conflict between the individual and the state, between the human heart seeking what is right and the great authoritarian power of the government imposing law.” - Sister Wendy Beckett (TV special)

[superfluousmen]

"When beggars die there are no comets seen. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes." -William Shakespeare

The prophecy given to Caesar before his murder.

[liberalsarecool]

Elon received no votes. Elon will take no oath.

The level of suffering inflicted by someone with wealth to last 10,000 years is perverse.

[superfluousmen]

“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones”

[depsidase]

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[worldweary-walker]

Capitalism sucks, but the boring work is necessary. No matter what economic system you're under, someone's going to have to run the numbers, to keep track of resources, to know what's happening, and the fraction of people that find that interesting will never be enough to meet the need.

No matter what, some people are just going to have to do the boring work.

Edit: I keep getting reblogs from (1) people pointing out that Bob's job is at an insurance company, in all practical senses a cancerous blight, or (2) people saying they can handle the boring work and it's the useless work or agonizing conditions that they and the meme are in protest against. I appreciate the category 1 corrections and I would like category 2 people to know they are not the target audience of my addition because they already understand the thing I was posting about. Thanks.

[superfluousmen]

Boring work is not equivalent to purposeless work. Humans can do and at the same time enjoy doing boring work as long as they have a purpose behind it. Look at all the crafts and trades of our ancestors. A huge chunk of a weavers, carpenters, farriers, blacksmiths, day was full of monotonous and repetitious tasks, but in the end they had a simple and effectual purpose to accomplish. And this take doesn’t even consider how those crafts involved working alongside other craftspeople in other trades providing one’s day with variety and connection and relationship. Computer work at an insurance firm in any other context than capitalism would be considered inhuman enough to be enforced as punitive labor.

[jamielovesjam]

Briana Boston didn't threaten anyone.

When my grandmother was sent a death threat through text message, I reported it to the police. The officer told me that "it's not considered a death threat unless the message mentions a weapon and a deadline".

As a result, they didn't do anything. Not even a verbal warning to that person.

Or, there's a double standard when it comes to billionaires and big corporations. Who'd have thought.

[phinarei]

I'm going to keep screaming from the rooftops:

They are treating these CEOs as if they're members of our government. The cops don't touch threats unless they're made against political leaders. They don't shut down cities for a manhunt unless the victim is a political leader. They don't charge people with terrorism unless the target is political. They are admitting publicly that CEOs and corporations are the ones running this country.

Briana Boston is pretty much being charged with threatening the crown. And that should scare the hell out of people.

[superfluousmen]

A Countless Billion Lights

Have you noticed how things feel different? Have you noticed how your mind’s creative spirit feels less than what it once was or weaker than what it could be?

You work and you earn and tell yourself ‘things are good’. Then you come home, eat dinner that you bought at the grocery store, sit down and blankly stare at YouTube, Netflix, instagram, TikTok, mesmerized by the images on the screen. You readily become stuck to it. Silence is a stranger to you and is rarely allowed in your life, thoughts spend only as much as a few measly minutes in your media-crowded mind, but that’s the way you like it, it’s what your used to. And when it’s time to take your dog out for the night, you step outside and just as soon wish he would hurry so you could go back in, back to the show you were watching or thread that had your full attention. Hurrying back in, you leave the real world behind. For the rest of the night you’ll end up sitting there, being as much tormented as you are entertained, until it is time to close your eyes, sleep, wake up, and begin it all again.

I ask you, when you had the chance, did you hear the owl hooting, a formless voice singing claim over her dark and quiet kingdom?

When your skin recoiled in goosebumps, did you realize it was the wind, the cold north wind, politely telling you with its touch, “winter cometh.”?

As you stepped back into your artificial reality of blue light and cozy warmth, did you feel the downcast gaze turn desperate as it watched you go, of the twinkling star that follows you, watching one of its beings most beloved turn away with no glance repaid and love unrequited.

Would you have looked up, and stargazed back at yon sweet gazing star, as our kin have always been want to do, you would have seen its peculiar twinkle, brighter than usual, as if in its brightness, begging a silent plea:

“look at me! please do look at me!

I’ve watched this world with my thousand blinking eyes, night on night, eons upon eons of black,

And more than any is your dear Earth my favorite to look at.

What a joy it is to watch and to be watched back.

For in the one hundred and ten times a million nights,

the episodes of your race’s run,

my unfriended eyes of a countless billion lights

have been in there nightly quest befriended,

and with each new night a new friend of mine is won. 

Yet now, fewer and fewer trace a wish upon our fall,

Fewer still are the artist’s eyes who sing us as their muse

Like those of the painter, which we so lovingly recall

Had in his sad eyes reflected, the bluest of our hues.”

Woe to those who are dreamless. Woe to those whose dreams have been confined to a screen, those who have been told it is best to consume but never create. Our ideas are no longer our own. Our imagination, that once soared as far as the furthest star, is now housed in a data center. Take your attention back and smash the world of artifice. Art is the revolution. Freedom is the dream. Look up and never look down again.

[left-reminders]

[ruckuscauser]

Hmm, integration of state and corporate power - which could mean nothing

[strkid]

which could mean nothing

[eastofurban]

I love the idea that this is somehow new when private/public partnerships were taking over before I was born. We've sold out so much of our society to private interests which the State historically took responsibility for.

Not that it should enrage you less that it's not new - you should be furious that you were born into fascism and you should be fighting with all your might against it at every turn.

[superfluousmen]

Hear, Hear!