petit-bourgeois 2
molly: "the crude PB crisis: 'do I care about anything, and if I don't, is that a bad thing, or is that the only good thing about me?'"
my solution: to tether myself to something that was totally mobile.
this commitment, (this least commitment), nonetheless has started to unravel the fabric of this fallacy, though I have had to confront the crisis again and again.
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arms & money
During the storms of 1905, all parties had sanctioned defensive arming: for the protection of meetings, leaders, racial minorities. But there agreement ended. The Mensheviks were slower to advocate the formation of armed bands when the tempest was rising, more insistent on their purely defensive function once they came into existence, swifter to demand their dissolution as soon as calm returned...Lenin had only scorn for Martov's twice-removed formula for 'Arming the people with the burning desire to arm themselves'." -- Bertram D. Wolfe, Three Who Made a Revolution
"...whereas Machiavelli proposes that the project of constructing a new society from below requires 'arms' and 'money' and insists that we must look for them outside, Spinoza responds: Don't we already possess them? Don't the necessary weapons reside precisely within the creative and prophetic power of the multitude? Perhaps we, too, locating ourselves within the revolutionary desire of postmodernity, can in turn respond: don't we already posess 'arms' and 'money'?" -- Hardt and Negri, Empire
"[The people must be supplied with] rifles, revolvers, bombs, knives, brass knuckles, clubs, rags soaked in oil to start fires with, rope or rope ladders, shovels for building barricades, dynamite cartridges, barbed wire, tacks against cavalry..." "They must begin their military training immediately, in direct connection with practical fighting actions. Some will immediatly kill a spy or blow up a police station; others will organize an attack on a bank, in order to confiscate funds for the uprising..." -- Lenin, two letters from Switzerland, October 1905
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The dream of class peace
is the germ of a million petty bourgeois fantasies.
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Feelings 2
"Mom, I want to be a sissy."
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When I was growing up it was faddish to have children with feelings.
"Free to be You & Me" -- that post-hippie sloppy love-fest of liberal pluralism, thinly
dressed as an album --
"It's alright to cry"
it's alright to cry/crying gets the sad out of you
it's alright to cry/it might make you feel better
and somewhere in all this
mush
is like a part where
the guy says
"sissies are the ones
who don't cry"
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My mom was pretty surprised at my statement, but I explained that when I cried at school people were mean to me, and the meaning of my statement started to come clear -- I didn't want to be a boy who cried.
Such an arresting moment --It's like I was speaking her Freudian slip!
I was opposing her commandment to be a , but using words which embrace her implicit goal, in fact caricature it.
It has the weird effect of "outing" her aims, but in a way that can always be plausibly denied any attribution to her. In other words, a perfect family story.
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Overall, thought, the strong sense was that if I was valuable, it was for my feelings. If there was a social use for me, it had to do, in one way or another, with sensitivity.
Within the family, this was usually coached in terms of kindness, but in the real world hurt follows pretty closely on the heels of that tired nag, and from hurt...
...anger.
Still, this is not to be confused with anger at other people. This is anger as a medium, a mode of social contact. A "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore" kind of thing.
Critique, in this moment, is king.
(In high school I tried to be a prince of critique)
But then in '99
Columbine was king
(in '99 I was the exile)
Now -- feeling is not enough -- I want organization.
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I've been over at Livejournal checking out Immanent Multiplicity and the computer said this to me. I laffd.
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