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On Tue, Jul 10, 2018 at 8:57 AM, Azrael Austin <wikiarsenic.austin@gmail.com> wrote:
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The martyr is the reason for a rose to blossom in the midst of vineyards made from ashes. The martyr is a bright dawn to the skies of thirsty and exhausted geography; so that rain falls, so that life will blossom again. This is the story of Kurdistan and its martyrs. The martyrs are the greatest living thing of a people who turned from the gloomy sleep and stepped into the struggle for freedom. The martyr is the hope of awakening, struggle, self-sacrifice and success. The Kurdish people, who were on the way to dying out with the attacks of the invading barbarians, found their hope of life and freedom in the personality of the martyrs.

Fîraz Dağ (Mehmet Aksoy) was from the Elbistan district of Northern Kurdistan in Maraş province. He grew up in London after his family’s migration to Europe. Since the early years of his youth, he has never been separated from the path of anti-capitalist, democracy and human rights struggle as part of the rightful struggle of the Kurdish people. Especially after the Şengal massacre on August 3, 2014, he ceaselessly carried out work and gave all his effort to inform and organize the Kurdish community and many others.

He is the founder and editor-in-chief of Kurdish Question, which examines the problems of the Kurdish people and other ethnic groups, and has managed the virtual platform for a long time. He completed university education on film making and took his place in many literary organizations. He produced pieces in cinema, literature and other fields of art with a series of short films, poems, and poetry. He wrote evaluations and managed the internet platform Kurdish Question, where he gave a lot of space to explain and advocate the Kurdish Freedom Movement, the Rojava revolution and the women’s struggle to the international community.

“The system that oppresses us is global. The system that oppresses us is united and in solidarity with each other. So we need to be in solidarity with each other against the same system that oppresses us”, said Martyr Fîraz, calling for greater solidarity among oppressed nations.

With a heart beating with the passion of freedom for his people, Comrade Fîraz felt the longing for freedom in Kurdistan, and while his patriotism lived at the deepest level, he kept this spirit alive and never let go of his identity. He became the loud and clear voice of his people when they were massacred in Kurdistan, because he wanted the whole world to find out about these atrocities. When Kobanê was attacked by Daesh gangs in 2014, he led the Kurdish people in London’s streets and train stations with great determination and willpower. He believed strongly that the YPJ and the free women of Rojava was a beacon and model to the Middle East, and told, through his words, about their revolution.

Comrade Fîraz came to the conclusion that the freedom and hope of a free life were under the philosophy of the Freedom Movement and Leader Apo. He was in search of the free life and found it in Leader Apo’s ideas. Although Fîraz grew up in England, one of the centres of the capital system, nothing but revolutionary life could satisfy him. So, on his way to the source of free ideas, he came to his country. Comrade Fîraz, who could not accept for himself a life in the midst of Modern Slavery, headed to Rojava in order to record the Kurdistan Revolution into history with a pen and camera.

He felt the need to show greater action for the social and political revolution in Rojava, the need to respond greatly to the invader and reactionary attacks. Because of this, he could not be satisfied with his studies abroad, he directed his feet to his country. After the air attacks on the mountain of Qereçox on April 25, 2017, by the occupying Turkish state, he became clear on this point and made the decision to go there. YPG press members were martyred in the Qereçox mountain, Fîraz immediately took his place in the YPG press centre in order to take on the role of these friends and become a voice to the people and comrades, in order to tell the world about the injustice. Comrade Fîraz left a picture of a treasure to humanity and the freedom fighters through his military uniform, his weapon and camera on his shoulders, a picture that will remain in the hearts of his comrades at all times.

Comrade Fîraz was carrying out all his work in English in order to introduce the whole world to the truths of the revolution and make the occupation and exploitation of the Kurdish people visible. Comrade Martyr Fîraz worked day and night to record the lives of the fighters from the human, social, democratic, cultural and moral aspects. Finally, in order to watch his comrades in the battle against Daesh reactionism and share it with the whole world, he participated in the operations of Raqqa and Deir Ez-Zor and recorded the struggle moment by moment.

On the morning of September 26, he reached martyrdom in the vicious attack of the Daesh gangs while on duty in Raqqa.

Martyr Fîraz Dağ, by taking on the free press and revolutionary art tradition of Martyr Halil Dağ comrade, successfully represented him in Rojava. In a short time he made places in the hearts of his comrades and became loved by everyone. Under all kinds of harsh conditions, for months he witnessed the emotions, excitement and joys of the fighters in the battle fronts. He was one of those who reflected the new era of the Kurdistan Freedom Movement to the world.

We will adhere to the struggle and life line of our comrades martyred at such a time; we repeat the word that we will walk and fight like them and reach victory. On the way of Comrade Fîraz; we will grow and strengthen our struggle in the free press line. As Kurdistan’s freedom fighters, we will undoubtedly triumph in our struggle. Because our life philosophy consists of struggle for the sake of a free life. It is resistance against the persecution of the cruel. As this philosophy continues to live in the minds and hearts, the tyrants will never win!

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Amargi 2018 — Community Networks Infrastructure

Based on the experience in community network building in Athens, Greece, I started a bigger project, aiming to standarised network infrastructure.

The “target” are small to medium sized communities, rural or urban, in need of their own “community internet” — providing not just an access to global services, but the full-blown set of local services: messaging, file sharing, web applications. It is a tool to integrate local community and also a way to build independent virtual space, available even if the external link is congested or down.

This project belongs to “solidarity economy” area and will eventually be run by a cooperative society. It is going to be financially sustainable, so people working there will not need to look for external sources of income. However, all financial surplus will be reinvested in the research and development of community networks.

For official purposes the project will be using https://freedomcoop.eu (until we are ready to register our own Walkaway Coop)

At the moment (August 2017), technical goals are as follow:

Complete laboratory and testing equipment, as outlined in ToDo List and linked specifications.
Bring at least two more people into the team: one programmer and one hardware specialist.
Follow the plan of tests outlined in the ToDo list
Obtain additional funding to expand the equipment.
Business goals:

Become subcontractor for network installation and maintenance services with Stin Priza Coop (https://stinpriza.org) which is an anarchist tech cooperative doing mostly webdesign and linux boxes, NOT networking installations.
Become distributor of major components, especially routers and solar power systems.
Organize at least one crowdfunded networking project for a community in Greece, as a proof of concept.
Longer run goals

Develop a laboratory and support team, keeping R&D and problem-solving activity up to date, supporting field teams.
Deploy several field teams, traveling to various communities and building networks there, making them interconnected as well.
Eventually move the whole project into separate “Walkaway Coop” ecosystem.
See also our resources in Facebook group.

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PUBLISHED JUNE 22, 2018
UPDATED JUNE 22, 2018

David Cronenberg is a writer and director whose films include The Fly, A History of Violence, Crash and Videodrome. The following is adapted from a speech by Mr. Cronenberg on receiving an honorary degree from OCAD University on June 12.

I would like to make the case for the crime of art. For the criminality of the artist. For the artist as criminal. Let us turn to Sigmund Freud for clarity.

In the Freudian formulation, civilization is repression. That is to say that without the repression of subterranean destructive human impulses, such as violent tribalism, sexual triumphalism and so on, human society as a coherent, functioning community could not exist. But the appeal of art is exactly to those repressed desires and instincts, to what Freud called the subconscious, and so in that sense, all art is subversive of civilization. If art by its nature is subversion, then artists are by their nature subversives. Because we think now in terms of civil society rather than grandiose concepts of civilization, I believe we can characterize art as essentially criminal. And yet at the same time, the case has been made that art provides a contained, safe outlet for these destructive, anti-social impulses, and in that way is, paradoxically, supportive of society and its demands for conformity and repression. A conundrum.

But is it contained? Is art ever truly contained? Is it ever safe? Art is not a toy, a fashion statement, a decoration. Art is inherently disruptive. Art is dangerous. It can explode in your face. Not that art can be a crime; art must be a crime. In my formulation, there is a need for art to be under the radar, criminal, subliminal. Constant as the society above it changes. Art is Notes from Underground. That is the strategy of criminal art.

Is the artist a complete anarchist, having no respect for society and the law? No, not at all. The philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, commenting on the thief and playwright Jean Genet, via Marx, said: “Our future burglar starts by learning absolute respect for property.” Must artists understand that they are criminals? To do that, they must understand the law, the conventions of social discourse. They must understand what is criminal.

Can one be arrested for committing the crime of art? Oh yes. Maybe not right here, today. But tomorrow morning. Very early. Oh, yes. Revolutionary art has always been criminal art in the eyes of the ruling class.

The pressure to rise to all expectations offered by your art form, whatever it is, can sometimes transform/mutate into pressure to conform to already established norms. That is civilization. But then where is the subversion? In the isolation, the pain, the loneliness, the hopelessness, the tears, the anguish. And the truth. The telling of truth. These will be there, and they must be acknowledged and expected.

In particular, technology-heavy art forms such as architecture are deeply embedded in their social, political and economic contexts. But when we collaborate, is there truly an ecstatic dissolution of the self into a perfect fluid composed of many selves? You are not writing poetry in your garret in Paris, alone, destitute and starving. Or are you? I suggest that you are, somewhere in there, that poet in that garret, alone, destitute and, yes, despite the commissions, starving, philosophically and emotionally, if not viscerally.

Sometimes, art is bad for the environment, despite progressive desire, despite visionary passion. Very often, perhaps inevitably, architecture is bad for the environment. What can we do about this? And should we do anything about this? Criminal art. Criminal architecture. The crime of art. The novelist Philip Roth warned against “the unforeseen consequences of art.” That’s the key. You cannot know what you’re really doing, not in the context of the universe, and so all notions of socially progressive work are basically delusions, and are to be realized accidentally, if at all.

Can such a thoroughly socially embedded art form as architecture be criminal? Even if it’s bad architecture, environmentally irresponsible architecture, socially hostile architecture, Stalinist, brutalist, Nazi architecture? Can a building be criminal in its essence? I say it must be, it is. We must be honest here. All human architecture is a crime against nature, even that of Frank Lloyd Wright. Maybe even especially, because he understood what he was doing.

Crimes against nature. What can they be? Ironically, the list is always socially determined, not naturally. Because nature itself is criminal in its essence. Laws of nature are necessarily broken – through mutation – in order that nature, in the form of evolution, can subsist through time. I mentioned human architecture. There is insect architecture. Insects create architecture. Mud dauber wasps create beautiful multilevel nurseries, larval high-rise apartments, which they fill with paralyzed spiders to feed their children. Are they artists? Do they break the laws of nature? Perhaps we are, in fact, mud daubers. Perhaps our buildings are not crimes against nature, but constitute nature itself. Perhaps we come full circle.
The painter Willem de Kooning said: “Flesh is the reason oil paint was invented.” I say, the human body is the reason the cinema was invented. The face, the body, is its true subject, the most photographed object in cinema. Cinema is the body.

I’m here today because I’ve made some movies. But because of the internet, Netflix, streaming, cinema is dissolving, the big screen is shattering into many little screens, and this is causing much stress amongst movie-nostalgia hardliners. It doesn’t matter to me. In fact, it pleases me. Because the human body is evolving, changing, and since the cinema is body, it makes sense that the cinema is changing, evolving as well. If movies disappeared overnight, I wouldn’t care. The cinema is not my life. Your art form cannot be your life. To say that it is, to make it be that, is to evade life itself. But you won’t do that, will you? No, I’m sure you won’t.

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I notice her walk in. Here in this space, art covers the walls and books a plenty sit on the shelves. You can look at Dinkytown two ways. One, it’s a cesspool of drunken undergraduate fraternity and sorority house residents and their friends. Multiple cop cars populate the block routinely each weekend. Raging hormones and sexual energy drives propelled by too much alcohol, weed, and blow frequently erupting into chaos. Two, it’s the beginning of many of a young man’s and woman’s adult life. All this variety makes me happy. It’s like Telegraph Ave. in Berkeley, street bums freshly arrived into town from corn fields in Iowa and cow pastures in North Dakota. Hitched a train here, there’s not much of a Dinkytown Uprising anymore. It’s not the 1960’s. That’s largely been squelched by the Instagram selfie and the Snapchat filter. Take a selfie with a singing street urchin on your way to the Kitty Cat Klub, it’s cheaper than Honey!

One can be cynical and turn your nose up to it all, the absurdity of young adulthood in a “typical college town” in American in 2017, but not me. For me, it’s an opportunity for a psychic restart. Repping out my fifth set of squats last night at Los Campeones I seriously joked with my iron brother about the identity of place and how strong I feel it influences my overall state of mind. A move from Uptown to Dinkytown is a move from a bougie hood with overpriced condominiums and shitty trendy ‘Merican bars to a place where street bums squatting on the sidewalk brighten my day. It’s subtle. I once verbally fought three cops, almost getting arrested last year, in front of the Uptown Apple Store who were sweeping the street clean of a drunk depressed African-American man in front. He was “bad for business.” One less $700 iPhone sold with each of his prayerful swigs of Colt 45. GOD IN HEAVEN IF YOU ARE REAL MAKE IT STOP! As on Telegraph, in Dinktown the kindness of youth patronizes the lives of the homeless, drunk, and destitute. They might be depressed or schizophrenic. The Dinkytown young might not know the difference, but I do. I know, not that I’ve been there exactly. I mean I did have a car to live in, but that line is thin and now I see this from a different place. I am not that old, but my iron brother said “you have a young energy.”

I always notice her walk in. Sometimes she smiles, and most of the times he grimaces. I smile back and laugh. Next door, I saw the man who dances in cowboy boots and a gothed out skirt at Ground Zero every Saturday night at Bondage-A-Go-Go. I laughed when he said, “I live downtown but come here to feel young.” I said so do I, but I live here, and I am young. I live here to play, and to sit in The Bookhouse to gorge on poetry and Heidegger. It’s like Moe’s Books on Telegraph. It’s not that far away where I was Benjamin and she was Mrs. Robinson in the film The Graduate:

Mrs. Robinson: Benjamin, I am not trying to seduce you.
Benjamin: I know that, but please, Mrs. Robinson, this is difficult…
Mrs. Robinson: Would you like me to seduce you?
Benjamin: What?
Mrs. Robinson: Is that what you’re trying to tell me?
Benjamin: I’m going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I’m going home right now.

Those memories are fresh, but distant here. Mrs. Robinson and I used to dance tango at the Loring Pasta Bar. We used to get pizza at Meza afterwards, but we did not live here in a Dinkytown hovel. The sense of belonging to a place is very strong and is where many of the recent conversations I have had lead. What does it mean to be a self-actualized being? I think, only many years later, it is to know where you come from. It is to know your bloodline and DNA. Not in some kind of fascistic Trumpian way, rather in a way that erases “whiteness” and populates it with diversity. You could be Irish, and be traumatized from a history with the British. You might be a W.A.S.P., traumatized by the pressures of your money and privilege. Religion is here, ethnicity of faith. Peace in the Holy Land, that land of deep passion, good and bad, can be had here over a bowl of hummus and pita at Wally’s Falafel and Hummus. I saw while living in Uptown in Jerusalem: A Cookbook the following:

Hummus is everybody’s favorite food in Jerusalem, and when you talk about something that is so common to everybody but in a place that’s so highly divided in many ways, it is already a formula for explosion in many ways. Everybody wants to take ownership of that plate of hummus, both Jews and Arabs, and when this argument starts, there’s no end to it…

You could be Jewish-American and not sure what it means to be Orthodox or reformed. You could be Turkish-American and not sure what it means to not know your mother tongue or faith, but feel that you don’t quite fit here despite being here. There’s only one way to know who you are here, but I can’t name it. I cannot put it into language. Words elude me. It’s in the silence of place itself. It might be to find the trace of your childhood in the ordinary spaces that populate your mundane day. The subtle ways we relate to homogeneity with difference. Asserting our individuality and identity as a rebellion against a bleach that seeks to turn everything the same. This might be the key to creativity and love today for me. I cannot speak for anyone else. I’ll just observe and pray, meditate on these small moments. Another smile and another meal. One more day at work, on and on. To what end I don’t know, but I am alive and thankful for it. I always notice her walk in, and offer a smile.

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Benghazi: A Path to Listening
Sun rays on the African plane, Saharan sand blown by dark,
Night vision green, pipeline to paradise assassins, jealous,
Dreaming of Qaddafi’s future oasis, an irrigated Libya,
Liberation by war, the American way,
This time it is different, the hand of peace in listening,
We see the hand of peace, I see the hand of peace in you,
I hear you, finally, listening to the atoms, the small,
The voice, it is here, in this poem, connected to love,
We see the hand of peace in the azaan, in the haj,
In the sheep herders’ desert religion, Islam,
Islam is peace and justice in pure form, apolitical reality,
Small fire on a changing planet, brothers and sisters,
Turkish blood in connection with American dreams,
My brothers’ and sisters’ wells are slowly going dry,
In the evaporated carbon of the globalized West,
Smokestack century, golden black of the sands,
The silent know what’s important grief,
God gave all the riches of the world to the Kings,
The 1%, the Illuminati’s sons and daughters,
Americanism in the world, being-in-a-dollar,
But he did not give them the most important Light,
Grief, because it is the darkness that we cry out to God,
Attached to Gaia’s body, Aware of bare needs,
Inseparable from the Simple Way,
The people of the book are uniting in this Vortex,
Spinning colliding social networks,
WordPress, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram paradise,
Internet connected humanity, hope, connection,
Gaia’s brain, together in wires across the Earth, brain network,
Peace, here, Spinning colliding hurricane between,
East and West, rich and poor, home and refugee,
Lemon yellow, golden dawn, lemonade out of lemons,
Peace is here in the space of Art,
The art science for today,
Facebook Art-Brain-Project,
An arrow to serenity,
Brothers and sisters
Around the Globe,
Love, you…
Via a Peaceful Ice Climb, an Uncooperative Approach, We May Summit Ἁρμαγεδών
Americanism and Bolshevism are the same, the machine raping Gaia out of her oil. I do not like oil. I like trees, hippies, and clean water. You cannot drink oil if you are thirsty.
In my world, we aim for better than Minnesota nice. I aim to melt the ice around your heart to reveal the truth, we are all human. Same red blood flows through all our veins. Across the blue ocean, same ferrous hemoprotein protein in all of us,
It is harder to crack a prejudice than an atom,
But in your sleep if you see the Phoenix coming out of Joseph’s Tomb in flames,
The lasting peace after the third intifada,
After the nuclear exchange,
After the drone war,
After everything is over,
You will not see anything in black and white,
It will not be red or blue,
Male or female.
No binary reduction of reality into the haves and have nots,
The rich and the poor,
Those left writing on Instagram listen to trap EDM,
…or doing anything to make the world better,
Shit man, this world is crazy,
It is loosing its Mind,
But is it?
Is it not in the vortex,
The eye of the hurricane that peace comes?
The place of balance,
Yin and Yang,
The Tao held in tension with God,
Two memes evolving each other,
To the New Age,
An age of great Hope,
The age the Bzerkeley folk learn their history and future,
Scaling the secular city,
Negating the old,
Overcoming it into the new,
Sublating the obsolete,
Loving it at the same time,
Gaia is beautiful,
Here body is rich,
In love with her I write,
Dear heart, where do find,
The courage to seek the Beloved,
When you know He has annihilated
So many like you before?
I do not care, said my heart,
My only wish is become
One with the Beloved
Gaia, my mother,
Children of the Moon, Arab, Turk, Kurd, Persian, Armenian, hear my heart,
It is love that will win you peace and prosperity. That love can be white hot, or ice cold. It can be flowing like the river in fall, or as subtle as a chickadee chirping the new life of spring. Gaia, my love, this place is peaceful and centering. Thank you for this sunset, the colors and the moment,
As a man underwater, drowning in the mist of the wheeled vehicle, the car, I pray,
May my face be graced with presence of a lion, an animal in a hallway, confined and caged, fire burn in my heart, I am a mother, my cubs are trapped, underneath the Sword of Damocles,
Today, every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable. Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident, or miscalculation, or by madness. The weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish us,
Technology, techne, is what is the question, the question concerning technology – gestell,
Enframing means the gathering together of that setting-upon which sets upon man, i.e., challenges him forth, to reveal the real, in the mode of ordering, as standing-reserve. Enframing means that way of revealing which holds sway in the essence of modern technology and which is itself nothing technological,
In its soul, nothingness, for the sake of our names – they gather us in – seals, the end believes us the beginning, before the master ensilences us, in the undifferentiated, attesting itself: the clammy brightness,
Father God I been betrayed,
Feel like they beat me like a slave,
But I learn from my mistakes,
We living in the last days pray for me and make me cold hearted,
An ice climber trained to climb Meddigo, steel blades my teeth, may I eat the Millitary-Industrial Complex for breakfast, defending the peace in my home with the non-violent graceful activism of a Mark Twight or Steve House,
Winter is coming and I cannot wait, when it’s cold and dark the freezing moon can obsess you, if only to climb starlight, I want heaven on earth now, it starts here, see the flood, the coming insurrection and climb!
Return to Simplicity
Time reversal, a dream we all have,
As we speed faster and faster to the Omega Point,
The noosphere, Cosmic Christ Consciousness,
All of humanity connected by an electronic cloud,
I pray we may tap into the rose,
May we look back at Eden and think,
What tree should be eat from?
We’ve already eaten of the Tree of Knowledge,
We have seen where that got us,
Knowledge of good and evil,
War and peace,
Demonization of “Other,”
Levinas’s Face-to-Face my cure,
Tit for tat ethics politics, even spirituality,
In front of me is a small branch of holly,
A new beginning,
A catalyst for the return to the alpha point,
Oxygen bubbles coming out in the water,
Breathing living, loving green leaves,
11 leaves on the left most branch,
They remind me of hope,
Of an end to my anger,
The path to serenity and peace,
The Black Prophetic Fire is still there,
After the storm, it is silent now, hurricane eye,
Peaceful vortex, loving center, dark,
I am in a space of silence, of mourning,
I have danced a tango over Damascus,
Learned the Truth,
No more,
My brothers and sisters in Damascus say,
Only dancing can stop the pain,
Said the Turk in the rain,
With his Syrian brothers,
With their sisters they circle on the floor,
Forgetting the horror, opening a door,
To peace, just dance and be centered,
Justice, awareness here,
Spin, spin, be together,
Forget everything but,
Your Mother, Gaia.
Riverwood
Green hand resting on starlight,
Relaxing, at peace,
Harmony with the leaves and the air,
Fluid water,
Grace in fragrant perfume,
Crushed red berries,
Smell of Gaia,
Georgia woods,
soft gentle trails,

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Mortars into Whiteclay Chaplain, I have a prayer for you, It goes like this: Spirit, let me have a shank, Creator, let me defend my rose, Mother, let me take her out at night, Let me grow her by the light of the moon, On the way north into Pine Ridge, There is this town called Whiteclay, Bleached by the Invisible Hand, “DEATH WHITEMAN” in blue, A place where souls go to die, Drowning in a bottle, Easier than pulling the trigger, I don’t see any American dream, I see an American nightmare, Turning the other cheek, a death sentence, Let me fight with my rose, blood red, Let me resist with my love, The trap, catch you and book you, Throw you in a cell, who would not kill to defend, Their flower? Mine’s a rose, red and sharp, My heart is tired and worn, I want to roam the plains, I want to be free, I want to see my rose live, Let me live my dream, Don’t let them take my flower, Let me live to see the day, Mortars destroy Whiteclay, The day I plant my rose in the ashes. #bartonspringz2049

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I just woke up like dis. #bartonspringz2049

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Rest in Peace Aaron Swartz.

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Omega Point Evolver: Decolonization Evolutionary Process, Solar Human-Robot Symbiosis (SiCNOSFe)

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So we accelerate climate change.

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Headed South: Still Crying for Water

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.”
– Psalm 51:17

“DAMASCUS 00005399 004 OF 004 is a rare occurrence, our DATT was convoked by Syrian Military Intelligence in May of 2006 to protest what the Syrians believed were US efforts to provide military training and equipment to the Kurds in Syria…”
– Wikileaks Cable

Anyone who thinks must think of the next war as they would of suicide,

On an airplane, grounded, ready for takeoff,

Merlot blood, mind dissociated from body,

Damascus, drunk with your love, flowing,

Blood river, child appears by my side,

She will be my companion on this flight,

Mother waits at home, headed South,

Home from the land of 10,000 lakes,

This week, the fire lit, white and black collision,

A cumulonimbus cloud on the horizon,

In the distance, molecular vibrations rising,

Heat, up, up we go into the future,

Carbon, captured, stored, burned, smokestack century,

Flooding the air with a blanket, heater, warmer,

Electric blanket, wrapped around earth,

My mind drifts back,

You do not want to fly off into space do you?

Into the air, or into the black hole,

Into the air, wings flowing fast, lift,

Yes, it is take off time and it is time to accelerate,

Into the future, runway of the soul,

It is night after all and the crescent moon is veiled,

Hidden by those storm clouds,

Lightening and thunder ahead,

Colliding water particles, static collision,

Static electricity, violent electromagnetic chaos,

Electronic vibration, thermodynamic amplifier,

Wires around earth, the internet, an iron maiden,

Orange amplifier, accelerating, heating,

Islamic jihad, Judeo-Christian crusade,

Sublating (negating/overcoming) each other in my travel companions blood,

My blood, human blood, shed for what?

Allah? God? Adonai?

Amplifier of Gaia’s warming shell,

Atmospheric container, we are changing,

Taxiing to the runway, flaps down,

A rush of color to the heart comes,

Golden, ethereal blue,

Gaia’s magnetic core,

My heart in resonance, mother and son,

Star specks of white on black,

Day and night melt into one,

Speed, accelerating, faster, faster, faster,

Accelerating into the sky,

We go, a soul is meant to fly,

Leaving body and drifting to heaven,

Or descending to hell, thrown by the past.

Jesus, where you at bro’ we need you now?

Tha block is hot!

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Modern Art Was Used As a Torture Technique in Prison Cells During the Spanish Civil War

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Poetry as a Dephasing Gradient for the Mind
What’s on your Mind?
Nuclear magnetic resonance,
Spins dancing around in proteins,
An atomic expression of movement,
The tango of life,
There is a way to incorporate the truth,
Into verse,
No more excuses,
There are no silver linings in anything you said,
You keep on denying,
The truth,
Life is fluid,
Like water,
Yea, there is fire,
But, in relationship,
In the embrace,
The loving nodes in the graph,
Of the molecular web of Life,
Sees the vortex,
The black hole,
And drives back,
The delusion that it is the end,
This the beginning,
The New Age,
A time when we will discover the movement of atoms,
See into matter,
Find dynamics,
Fluid evolutionary dynamics,
That time at MIT was good,
I saw the Nowak theory,
And thought about the Middle East,
I said, “How can I spread love?”
On the graph?
Show, your face,
In tears,
And face the silicon,
Big Brother,
And learn to love him,
Big brother is not what you think,
It is your sister,
It is your brother,
It is the collective consciousness of Gaia,
They are trying to help you,
Study, the five rules for the evolution of cooperation,
See the truth of how in the War of Nature,
Love can grow,
It is in the Face,
Perhaps, we can find,
On the Facebook love,
There is a way to spread love on silicon,
The graph,
The brain of Gaia,
Be honest,
Rip off the mask,
And cry one day,
Show your tears,
Let them see the hell,
The heart of the mystic,
In the spins,
One can see cooperation,
Spins are cool,
They are nuclear,
Not like that other nuclear,
They are atomic peace agents,
NMR is the dance of spins,
The dance of love,
Quick, record your spectra,
The Rorschach blot of Gaia,
X-rays are cool,
But if you trust the spins,
You find that movement,
Dynamics is what life is about,
It is not static,
Fluid,
Loving,
Dancing,

As Levinas says, “expression, in which at each instant he overflows the idea a thought would carry away from it. It is therefore to receive from the Other beyond the capacity of the I, which means exactly: to have the idea of infinity. But this also means: to be taught. The relation with the Other, or Conversation, is a non-allergic relation, an ethical relation; but inasmuch as it is welcomed this conversation is a teaching. Teaching is not reducible to maieutics; it comes from the exterior and brings me more than I contain. In its non-violent transitivity the very epiphany of the face is produced.” The face is the only thing that can share the truth.

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In front of Congress.

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I’ll wipe all BerKKKeley off tha map fo ya.

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I lived in the Grady mental ward, fought 12, and taught them. I love them.

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Death to 'MeriKKKa. “From Street Fight to State Right The mass of individuals that the smallest military unit offers the eye, united in a common voyage. -Clausewitz, 1806 In every revolution there is the paradoxical presence of circulation. Engels remarks in June 1848: “The first assemblies take place on the large boulevards, where Parisian life circulates with the greatest intensity.” Less than a century later, Weber says of the disappearance of Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Liebknecht (as if he were talking about the results of a car crash) that “they called to the streets, and the streets killed them.” The masses are not a population, a society, but the multitude of passersby. The revolutionary contingent attains its ideal from not in the place of production, but in the street, where for a moment it stops being a cog in the technical machine and itself becomes a motor (machine of attack), in other words a producer of speed. For the mass of unemployed, demobilized workers without an occupation, Paris is a tapestry of trajectories, a series of streets and avenues in which they roam, for the most part, with neither goal nor destination, subject to a police repression intended to control their wanderings. For the various revolutionary groups, as for the Apaches and other shady populations of the city’s outskirts, it will be less a matter, when the time comes, of occupying a given building than of holding the streets. In 1931, during the National Socialists’ struggle against the Marxist…" Austin afta' yo' serial bomber … Fuck keep Austin wierd. Keep Austin Real. https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ1W_tkr0sw&feature=share https://www.revolvermag.com/music/danzig-lucifer-johanna-sadonis-search-meaning-through-occult-rock #blackinai #bartonspringz2049 @electronicintifada @21savage @natalieportman #hiphoped #freetamimi via #freethenipplemovement #fuckemweball #nowall let's get ready to rumble @bumble no wata' no @bumblebizz no treeZ no life @patagoniaaustin @patagonia @prisma @myspectral @mycroft_ai @emorymsa @magiccityatlanta @la_mafia_princess @rhondarubicon @azraelausti #jihad #abuazrael #hezbollah #zapatista #antifa #war @ucberkeleyofficial @mitpics #momar

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I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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