#collectivities

[polgeonow]

New Caledonia Votes NO on Independence

Yesterday New Caledonia voted not to secede from France - but the referendum didn't go exactly as expected.

The followup to our New Caledonia referendum explainer: New Caledonians voted not to secede from France on Sunday - but the islands could still become the world’s next independent country.

[themidnightcleric]

tumblr causes me some angst in the same way looking at street fashion on vogue magazine causes angst in the same way that the endlessness of a Spotify library causes angst in the way that there is so much to be experienced. in the way that the identity of consumer overtakes the singular sensory pleasures of the body. in the way that time expands in all directions like a cosmic explosion, considering the enormity of things. in the way that to be human is to be so vast and yet so helplessly small in the face of all there is, and in the end the only real feeling we can hope for lies in our dangerous, capable, foolish, unskilled hands like a wounded bird - the possibility of love.

that is to say to be among other humans and uncertain of one's significance, to be suckered into the desire to be the next hot thing of the moment, to experience oneself only as a data point of comparison, exposes this terrible, inescapable truth we cannot control, that we are only beholden to eachother's gaze, and wants, and needs.

[themidnightcleric]

read a bunch of toni morrison quotes about how no you should not write what you know, you should write about what you don't know. write into the discomfort, the conflict, the uncertainty. i read toni's words about the uses of language for freedom and the constriction of language as a weapon of oppression and yeah, you know what, i'm sold. the word is mightier than the bomb. the bomb can destroy bodies and places and strike fear into hearts but the word, the word can focus, aim and send a spirit flying sure and deadly into the future far beyond this destruction. the word is a vector out of the limiting cage of the ever-dying present.

[themidnightcleric]

imagine being a swarm of bees, like not a bee in a swarm but the collective consciousness of a swarm of bees, swooping and diving and separating and coming together again with gathered nectar and shimmering with pollen , imagine being a plume of smoke, particles of carbon once bonded together with water in the body of a tree now dispersed, but still through a shared density, clinging...