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An abstract of an academic paper written by a doctoral student: "In this semimanifesto, I approach how understandings of quantum physics and cyborgian bodies can (or always already do) ally with feminist anti-oppression practices long in use. The idea of the body (whether biological, social, or of work) is not stagnant, and new materialist feminisms help to recognize how multiple phenomena work together to behave in what can become legible at any given moment as a body. By utilizing the materiality of conceptions about connectivity often thought to be merely theoretical, by taking a critical look at the noncentralized and multiple movements of quantum physics, and by dehierarchizing the necessity of linear bodies through time, it becomes possible to reconfigure structures of value, longevity, and subjectivity in ways explicitly aligned with anti-oppression practices and identity politics. Combining intersectionality and quantum physics can provide for differing perspectives on organizing practices long used by marginalized people, for enabling apparatuses that allow for new possibilities of safer spaces, and for practices of accountability."--an abstract of a paper by doctoral student Whitney Stark Atomic particles, how can it be so that your purpose is not just to flow in and out of existence, building reality-- the stars, cosmic gas and galaxies-- but to “ally” with groups of humans fighting “hierarchies” and demanding “safe spaces” (even though their entire race is at the top of their planet’s food chain). In this mysterious universe there is no safety, accountability or identity, only elements, and energy. Brief combinations make life legible for a nanosecond in cosmic time, and doomed to strife. Biology does not know oppression, only generation, reproduction, until our growth chokes us and we fall like so many of our ancestors, who lived and died on this blue-green ball. And one day the sun will explode and blow even our atoms, which have endured (despite oppression), and the particles will go far until maybe they sow new life, in bodies unfamiliar, on planets unknown.
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
The Universe v. Ideology
An abstract of an academic paper written by a doctoral student: "In this semimanifesto, I approach how understandings of quantum physics and cyborgian bodies can (or always already do) ally with feminist anti-oppression practices long in use. The idea of the body (whether biological, social, or of work) is not stagnant, and new materialist feminisms help to recognize how multiple phenomena work together to behave in what can become legible at any given moment as a body. By utilizing the materiality of conceptions about connectivity often thought to be merely theoretical, by taking a critical look at the noncentralized and multiple movements of quantum physics, and by dehierarchizing the necessity of linear bodies through time, it becomes possible to reconfigure structures of value, longevity, and subjectivity in ways explicitly aligned with anti-oppression practices and identity politics. Combining intersectionality and quantum physics can provide for differing perspectives on organizing practices long used by marginalized people, for enabling apparatuses that allow for new possibilities of safer spaces, and for practices of accountability."--an abstract of a paper by doctoral student Whitney Stark Atomic particles, how can it be so that your purpose is not just to flow in and out of existence, building reality-- the stars, cosmic gas and galaxies-- but to “ally” with groups of humans fighting “hierarchies” and demanding “safe spaces” (even though their entire race is at the top of their planet’s food chain). In this mysterious universe there is no safety, accountability or identity, only elements, and energy. Brief combinations make life legible for a nanosecond in cosmic time, and doomed to strife. Biology does not know oppression, only generation, reproduction, until our growth chokes us and we fall like so many of our ancestors, who lived and died on this blue-green ball. And one day the sun will explode and blow even our atoms, which have endured (despite oppression), and the particles will go far until maybe they sow new life, in bodies unfamiliar, on planets unknown.
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I wanna witness... The energetic synergy within the city limits Pulsing with adrenaline as yesmen do business With mysterious gentlemen in worn and weathered tenements Indifferent of the minutemen surrounding the premises. A genesis and exodus of textbook corruption Eruptions of Congressmen abruptly interrupting The voice of the denizens; citizens distrusting The integrity of every legislation made in history And the mystery surrounding all those slimy politicians Discussing their envisionments and policies like madmen Disgusting in their ways, protecting church and state, In the government we pray: Amen.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
I Wanna Witness...
bird droppings from the skies I'd plummet into the arms of the open road of the paved places of the winding canal of the idle city sleeping drowsy in my somberness quiet in my pain, I labored spilling my blood with a copper's clamor the din of supper, scraping rusting fork & spoon 'pon tin plate to hear ravens' drowning cries rattling in the tin can of my empty mind searching for the truths devoured by many come before who wound me dearly who loved me, dearly and craved every drop of blood succored every morsel of marrow how they loved me, my flavor my scent craved the texture of my soul that decadent, succulent chew the note of my fermented heart the painsteaking cuisine of my hopes & fears no monster could dare devour as humans do, as humans do... as human devour whom they love... and wherever you go finding me, as aimless trails of loose change, on sidewalks on open roads in parking lots, in the hot sun or shade know they wandered there in drunken stupors as I fell out of the gullets of their wanton avarice, they lost me perpetually spreading my worth, as they spread their disease cloven hooves clopping, clapping, clipping their way away from the devastation of the feast of my dying like banks emptying in my ruin of the wake of my demise their empires, falling fiat failing loose change spooling like my passions, my yearning for pleasures of flesh they ***** every woman I ever adored society, in the desert of that lustful ****** disemboweling... establishments, perishing grants, drying up riverbeds, swamp-like don't forget how they, you, chose the love of money over me, as you butchered me, like choice cattle no golden calf could ever beat veal no price could hold sway over the madness of their deal how demons waited gap-toothed smiles twinkling eyes dark, cold, wanting, hungry accepting every handshake with glorified glee malice of eternities, met with mirth, poured over sinful charity, from those who destroyed the good despite the evils that would follow I was the innocence - the sacrifice, they enjoyed every taste of my youth, my joy, my spirit, my screams, they enjoyed every taste of my innocence despite every harrow, nestled in every mouthful, like broken glass filling in fillet mignon ****** good fun... and here I am this one's yours your own pretty penny with no thoughts to spare for your pennies could never purchase my thoughts for my thoughts are worlds of real estate no longer on the market closed like never-never land a tombstone reads: "Here lies, he who never lived, for living was too high a price, for the world to bear being free, due his freedom, therefore, he died, that they may remain slaves to the devil's delights, evermore..." and no one was there to proclaim forgiveness that they, who ransacked, knew not what they did for they, who ransacked, did know and yet persisted for the sake of their own yields of riches, *** and a deep-rooted desperate sin called, "greed"
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
The Loose Change Pathway...
bird droppings from the skies I'd plummet into the arms of the open road of the paved places of the winding canal of the idle city sleeping drowsy in my somberness quiet in my pain, I labored spilling my blood with a copper's clamor the din of supper, scraping rusting fork & spoon 'pon tin plate to hear ravens' drowning cries rattling in the tin can of my empty mind searching for the truths devoured by many come before who wound me dearly who loved me, dearly and craved every drop of blood succored every morsel of marrow how they loved me, my flavor my scent craved the texture of my soul that decadent, succulent chew the note of my fermented heart the painsteaking cuisine of my hopes & fears no monster could dare devour as humans do, as humans do... as human devour whom they love... and wherever you go finding me, as aimless trails of loose change, on sidewalks on open roads in parking lots, in the hot sun or shade know they wandered there in drunken stupors as I fell out of the gullets of their wanton avarice, they lost me perpetually spreading my worth, as they spread their disease cloven hooves clopping, clapping, clipping their way away from the devastation of the feast of my dying like banks emptying in my ruin of the wake of my demise their empires, falling fiat failing loose change spooling like my passions, my yearning for pleasures of flesh they ***** every woman I ever adored society, in the desert of that lustful ****** disemboweling... establishments, perishing grants, drying up riverbeds, swamp-like don't forget how they, you, chose the love of money over me, as you butchered me, like choice cattle no golden calf could ever beat veal no price could hold sway over the madness of their deal how demons waited gap-toothed smiles twinkling eyes dark, cold, wanting, hungry accepting every handshake with glorified glee malice of eternities, met with mirth, poured over sinful charity, from those who destroyed the good despite the evils that would follow I was the innocence - the sacrifice, they enjoyed every taste of my youth, my joy, my spirit, my screams, they enjoyed every taste of my innocence despite every harrow, nestled in every mouthful, like broken glass filling in fillet mignon ****** good fun... and here I am this one's yours your own pretty penny with no thoughts to spare for your pennies could never purchase my thoughts for my thoughts are worlds of real estate no longer on the market closed like never-never land a tombstone reads: "Here lies, he who never lived, for living was too high a price, for the world to bear being free, due his freedom, therefore, he died, that they may remain slaves to the devil's delights, evermore..." and no one was there to proclaim forgiveness that they, who ransacked, knew not what they did for they, who ransacked, did know and yet persisted for the sake of their own yields of riches, *** and a deep-rooted desperate sin called, "greed"
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Those red-hat doffers Are the blood-thinning vermin. Stop.
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Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 9:42 AM UTC
Bamboozled (10W)