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First Year - Empty Disco

This melody. https://emptydisco.bandcamp.com/album/ukulele-love-songs

/ Auton(omy)

Also, Nerthusiast, you still here? We need to step it up.

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Thought I would just post this... Not only in response to that recent election everyone is talking about,but in response to everything.

Kate Tempest - Europe Is Lost

/Auton(omy)

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Nerthusiast

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If you fell for Viola, don't marry Sebastian.

Nerthusiast

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And Lo, for the Earth was empty of Form, and void. And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep. And We said: 'Look at that fucker Dance.’

I don’t post quotes often but this is one of my favorites. From “Infinite Jest” by David Foster Wallace.

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Is this art? I’m pretty sure this is art. Also, I’m honored to be reading your words, Nerthusiast. /Auton(omy)

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//Nerthusiast

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“ Before I begin this poem, Seven days of silence… for El Salvador A day of silence… for Nicaragua Five days of silence… for the Guatemaltecos None of whom ever knew a moment of peace in their living years. 45 seconds of silence… for the 45 dead at Acteal, Chiapas… 1,933 miles of silence… for every desperate body That burns in the desert sun Drowned in swollen rivers at the pearly gates to the Empire’s underbelly, A gaping wound sutured shut by razor wire and corrugated steel.” It’s 9/11. Just read this poem in it’s entirety. /Auton(omy)

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I was out in the deep grey night on my small noisy bike and now I’m back

Earlier today I sat by my computer I experienced something that made me think of this sensation I experience when I’m on the verge of sleep, half-dreaming, half-thinking, my body half gone. When I go to sleep, now and then, I feel like I’m shrinking, or the world is growing, and I’m very small in a very large room, that’s growing, Alice-In-Wonderland-syndrom-ish (totally a thing, look it up), and I’m like, spreading out. The thing is, when I sat by the computer, listening to timid background music and doing some writing, it felt like the computer, and the world around it, was shrinking, and not the other way around, and yet it was somehow connected to that half-dream state of almost sleep, probably by the same type of non-logic that tend to rule dreams.

And now, just now, when I was out in the deep grey night, where everything is drained of color and the world is converted to black, and grey, and other, lighter shades of grey, it was the opposite. I live by a university campus, close to the woods, and I rode my bike down hills and out on dirt roads, into the woods, where trees arched their branches over my head, and created black holes of darkness, which I rode into, everything colorless, while listening to amazing music that made color reduntant anyway. There, struggling to see, and with the sky still hinted with pale blue, despite the music, it felt like the world was growing, and me shrinking. The difference here was that it didn’t feel at all like the world was resorting, but rather coming really, really close, unlike the half-dream.

I’ve realised that I’m rarely alone with my thoughts. I always intrude, on my own thoughts. I sort of was composing this text while riding around in the woods. The feelings I had was catalyzed by the idea of writing them down. Often when I think, be it philosophy or politics or whatever, I’m always on some level concious of my own thinking, performing some kind of meta-thinking, or whatever. I don’t think this is a good thing. 

I don’t think I really like that.

/Auton(omy)

[life]

This iconic image ran in the November 1, 1968 issue of LIFE magazine in an article about winners in the 1968 Olympic games in Mexico City. The headline and caption read: “A stubborn protest jars the Games—Amid Gold Medals, Raised Black Fists—Black gloves and bowed heads of Tommie Smith and John Carlos ignited controversy.” (John Dominis—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images) #Olympics #LIFElegends #TBT

[life]

Outtake from the July 14, 1947 cover of Elizabeth Taylor. According to LIFE: “Elizabeth Taylor is about the best-looking 15-year-old girl known to the public at larger. Under contract with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in Hollywood, she made her first movie appearance in Lassie Come Home (1942) and will shortly be appearing in Cynthia and Life with Father. Elizabeth receives her education at the M-G-M studio school, keeps pet dogs, cats and chipmunks and steps out occasionally with Actor Jerome Courtland, a strapping 20, who has not yet told her whether or not he likes her. She is supposed to be in bed each night by 9 p.m. but she seldom gets there on time. (Bob Landry—The LIFE Images Collection/Getty Images) #LIFElegends #1940s #ElizabethTaylor

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When I came out of the dark apolitical closet and stepped right out in the politically enlightened and very real world.

/Nerthusiast

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This is right outside my apartment/room.

I thought about Nerthusiasts latest post, specifically the last line, “I’m thinking about love; and therefore I’m forced to think about politics.” There was a time when I was apolitical, and I just wandered around, not thinking much about the underlying reasons to why the world looks the way it does, to why our society function in this specific way, and why our culture have its current shape. During these days I could hear the phrase “everything is politics” and discard it as false, because everything can’t be politics, politics are the boring stuff polititians do, and maybe we vote on now and then, but that doesn’t seem to matter much.

I realise now this was an immensely privileged wordview. Some people can’t afford to be apolitical, because they are reminded of politics every single day, simply by being themselves. 

I’m not apolitical anymore.

Recently I’ve been reading a bit on the political theory of anarchism. I and   Nerthusiast spoke a bit about it a while back, but I would like to clear up some misconceptions. First of all: anarchism is not chaos. Most anarchists believe in a highly organized society. The radical difference is that in an anarchist society, there would be no hierarchy, no authority figures, no government, because everyone would be an active cell in the societal organism. Everything would be organized bottom to top, not top to bottom. 

Anarchist wish to abolish all forms of oppression, and maximize individual freedom. In an anarchist society, you would own the apartment you live in, together with your neighbours, and you would own the factory you work in, together with your co-workers. There would be no personal property, but regardless, concrary to popular belief, anarchists, or socialists or whatever, do not want your toothbrush. 

When I first read a bit on an anarchist forum, what I saw was beautiful. Anarchism seem to me like a fusion of feminism, LGBTQ+-struggles, anti-capitalism, anti-authority, solidarity with indigenous peoples, and socialism (true socialism and not social democracy).

I know the word anarchism, and maybe some of its ideas too, is scary for some, but more and more recently I’ve been increasingly convinced the mainstream political spectrum is too narrow to propose any true, necessary change, because the system is designed to not endanger it’s own existence, even if the popular opinion was opposed to it. Maybe I’m wrong.

/Auton(omy)

[hayywil]

“The prisoners’ uniforms were marked with a colored cloth triangle to denote their offense or origin. The pink triangle, however, was about 2 or 3 centimeters larger than the others, so that we could be clearly recognized from a distance. Jews, homosexuals, and Gypsies, the yellow, pink, and brown triangles, were the prisoners who suffered the most frequent and most severely from the tortures and blows of the SS and the Capos. But the lowest of the low in this "scum” were we, the men with the pink triangle. 

We could only sleep in our nightshirts and had to keep our hands outside the blankets… anyone found with his underclothes on in bed or his hands under his blanket - there were checks almost every night - was taken outside and had several bowls of water poured over him before being left standing outside for a good hour. Only a few people survived this treatment… we, who wore the pink triangle, were prioritized for medical experiments, and these generally ended in death. 

In Sachsenhausen, at least, a homosexual was  never permitted to have any position of responsibility. Nor could we even speak with prisoners from other blocks, with a different colored badge; we were told we might try to seduce them.“

-Heinz Heger, The Men with the Pink Triangle 

- What they didn’t tell me about the Holocaust and queer identities; not in high school, not in college, not when I visited Berlin, and not even at the Auschwitz Memorial. Queer erasure of history is alive and well. 

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I’m thinking about feminism. 

I’m thinking about the patriarchy.

I’m thinking about myself.

I’m thinking about future generations. 

I’m thinking about the planet.

I’m thinking about love; and therefore I’m forced to think about politics.

//Nerthusiast, former Dadaisa.

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We are back in indeed.

So let’s celebrate with some music. I’ve been good at posting links so why not keep it up? 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucyJ5kY2joM

Oh, and I also change my name from Impressioniso to Auton(omy). I might explain it in a further post. Now I wait for Dadaisa to maybe change their name and make a proper post! Go!

/Auton(omy)

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We’re back in.

Sincerely,

Dadaisa