Song of the Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen
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Song of the Anti-Sisyphus, Chen Chen
a ripe nectarine by Loch Eck on the most beautiful day
‘Soul Train’ dancers during a fashion shoot for ‘Right On!’ magazine outside Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles, California, December 1974.
its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix
first thing id do as a skeleton is drink red wine from a goblet and have it spill out everywhere . second thing id do is play my ribs like a xylophone
She loves to sit with me among the books, 2007
Doechii photographed by Vika Petlakh (2022)
if we don't even do anything, they won't have any evidence to lead back to us...! it's the perfect crime...!
What always gets me about learning about settler colonialism is how once you learn about it you cannot unsee the violence to the land itself. My home state was previously nearly 100% wetlands, apart of the wider Ohio river valley whose biodiversity supported such large populations of hundreds of different species that many contemporary source from settlers describe it as like the garden of Eden.
The Indigenous people who farmed and hunted here (and still farm and hunt in what land they have been able to keep and reclaim) were able to grow miles of upon miles of crops with multiple harvests a year, encouraging this biodiversity by creating forest gardens with incredible amounts of food from staples like corn and squash to local fruits like pawpaws to European imports like apples alongside controlled burns which allowed fields and buffalo ranges to expand.
Nowadays my state is known almost exclusively for its fields of nothing but corn and soy beans. Driving through in between the comparatively small cities you'll see nothing but fields where the plethora of different trees and plants were chopped down mile by mile, the remaining wetlands drained and flattened, and the rich black soils robbed of their nutrients through decades upon decades of monocrop agriculture now preserved through the life blood of petrochemical fertilizers which destroy the surrounding environment.
This process was done mile by mile as the tens of thousands of Indigenous people were killed and displaced by settlers and the US army, the land measured and sold acre by acre to white settlers who raped the land as described, filling the pockets of wealthy land speculators (like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson) who bought the land directly from the government in schemes so corrupt historians have dedicated entire careers to mapping out their dramas.
It's like learning about commodity fetishism and suddenly seeing hundreds of strangers in the products that surround you. Once you learn how the land was destroyed for profit you'll never look at the miles of fields or the cracks in the concrete of buildings built on wetlands or the stench of now obsolete canals built solely for a once boat-dependent economy with no care for the environment the same.
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I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices
Nina Simone and Nicky by Carol Friedman, 1993
I want to go back to Hampshire College. I miss my friends, I miss my life...