September 2010
4 posts
Anonymous
On the one hand, in effect, emancipatory politics is essentially the politics of the anonymous masses; it is the victory of those with no names, of those who are held in a state of colossal insignificance by large corporations and the capitalist state—Alain Badiou, The Communist Hypothesis, 2010.
There is no rational answer to “so what.”—Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures On...
White Trash
There is no hope, really. And that’s okay. Because there are so many things. What’s neat about things is that they are there. Even when they are not doing anything, things are intense. Especially, at night.
If you stare at things long enough, like, when you are in your room, you can sometimes see things, see things that are not there. This makes things hopeful. Even if you...
Control
I am little. I exercise control by freezing myself. If I want a certain outcome, I stay still. “Things are going well. Don’t move.” But, then, sometimes things didn’t go so well. So, I think “Maybe I should move.”
It’s complex. Sometimes, I think if I move, things will change. In a bad way. So, I freeze. I don’t know why. I just know that...
I wish I were a dictionary.
I think it would be neat to be a dictionary. I saw a dictionary in Brentano’s once, it was twenty-six volumes long. It took up an entire wall. I think I tried to look up a word or something, to see what it was like. I got confused. It felt like I was under an ocean, like under the Pacific, where it’s not as scary.
It would be nice for humanity if when you were born your parents...