Anne Michaels, from Skin Divers; “The Second Search”
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Anne Michaels, from Skin Divers; “The Second Search”
Bro absolutely COOKED with this.
If you ever hear the phrase "fascism is aesthetics as politics," that's what this post is talking about.
It's not about being tough on crime, because the absolute toughest most brutal measure you could take against "crime" as a social problem is to alleviate poverty, and increase access to education, healthcare and social mobility.
It's about performing "tough on crime" as an aesthetic by enacting violence against a prop, i.e. minorities and the impoverished, who are fetishized and objectified to represent "crime." They are brutalized as punishment for crime, but never with the purpose of alleviating the problem of crime.
This is why a lot of conservatives and other right wingers can get straight up angry when you suggest things like reform or social measures to reduce crime. They don't want crime to be reduced, they want an eternal war against "crime" because it provides an arena for the righteous to demonstrate virtue by brutalizing their enemies.
Your personal conduct is a thousand times more impactful than your political opinions, losers wish this were reverse because opinions are cheap.
You can have all the political opinions in the world, but is there love? Is there love in your heart?
Eugene-Louis Lami, The Opening of the Great Exhibition, 1851, 1851, watercolor.
this is literally how it feels
I feel like this picture reminds me of myself
getting ready to go somewhere and I really
resonate with that
you've heard of death of the author, now get ready for death of the audience: where instead of basing your reaction on a thousand uninformed opinions online, you actually read the text and engage with it
girl help there's people on this post who can't actually read my text
what even is 'living' all i do is just lie in bed and daydream about what it would be like to be loved
Bobby Fischer at a Playland arcade in New York, April 14th 1962 x
the Lord watched me bear my teeth at Him like a real feral dog over and over again and He doesn't back away, He actually gets closer
choosing to ignore my weirdly symbolic dream because i have a lot going on rn already
Joan Didion, We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live // Carlos Fuentes // Tim O'Brien // Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried // Imtiaz Dharker, "Tissue" // Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind // Doctor Who (2010) // Brandon Sanderson, Yumi and the Nightmare Painter // Sing Shong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint // @jomeimei421
I miss this era in my life
oh i'll go NUTS
Ingrid Geerken, "'The Dead Are Not Annihilated': Mortal Regret in Wuthering Heights"
the sexual tension between me and vanishing without context is insane
one time i walked into God’s room when He wasn’t expecting me and He was kneeling by the foot of His bed praying. tf. who was He praying to ..?
dei cubiculum quondam intravi dum me non exspectaret et ad pedem cubilis orans genuit. qf. cui orabat ..?
this is good because maybe there are medieval priests who wanna read this one
hit gelamp sume dæge þæt ic ga in godes rom þa he ne min wende and he cneowlode æt his beddes fet him gebiddende. þf. to hwam gebæd..?
motherfucker stop translating my post into the common vernacular and distributing it out to the peasantry
on limerence.