Zapatista women convoke International Women’s Gathering

9 Jan

Chiapas Support Committee

CONVOCATION of the FIRST INTERNATIONAL GATHERING of POLITICS, ART, SPORTS, and CULTURE for WOMEN in STRUGGLE

Zapatista women convoke International Women’s Gathering.

Communiqué of the Indigenous Revolutionary Clandestine Committee, General Command of the Zapatista National Liberation Army

Mexico

December 29, 2017

To the women of Mexico and the World:

To the original women of Mexico and the World:

To the women of the Indigenous Governing Council:

To the women of the National Indigenous Congress:

To the women of the national and international Sixth:

Compañeras, sisters:

We greet you with respect and affection as the women that we are—women who struggle, resist, and rebel against the chauvinist and patriarchal state.

We know well that the bad system not only exploits, represses, robs, and disrespects us as human beings, but that it exploits, represses, robs, and disrespects us all over again as women.

And we know that things are now worse…

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Winter

6 Jan

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Interior self: what is the point of all this, this never works

Exterior self: look out there there are trees and maybe anything

Interior self: it’s probably cold

Exterior self: it might be nice

Interior self: i will die sometime anyway, might as well do it on ice.

 

New Year’s Resolutions

1 Jan

1. Stop feeling guilty about plumbing you don’t get to access.
2. Spend more time when there is sun at you
3. Learn more logical fallacy descriptions
4. Be kinder to the dog
5. Be more understanding of the madness of the cat
6. Sweep
7. Insulate better
8. Lamps!
9. You still can dig, you’re not that bad off yet
10. You probably can dig up that plumbing and you probably can rework it too
11. Cement is not that complicated
12. Look it’s February, it’s getting warmer, you can do this

It’s Always Broken Here

27 Dec

There are remnants in the cupboards
They might not look like much

Those lamps. Those pin trays. That basket. Who but me
Would understand how these go together?

Here, in the middle
A pit of selenite
Over seashells from a dumpster
Over small rocks from here. And under them, bricks, set carefully into the soil.

The bricks are migrants too. They came from the neighbor’s grandmother.
Who died, and I watched her irises fail
Though not entirely

The brick guy was the grandfather. His milk barn next door was torched fifteen years back. I heard it scared the dogs.

I was living across town that day. My housemate came one morning to say he’d read the paper and we should go see to my house.

“Has it burned down?” I asked, sitting outside in the morning sun.

“Maybe,” he said.

So we drove off away on his morning mission and we looked at the fire engine tracks in my easement. And I looked at all the dead grass.

And I never finished that fire pit
The one with the bricks
From the guy next door
Who was dead when my other ex-housemate got here
My other ex-housemate who’s also dead
The one who started building the fire pit.
I’m not sure about the earlier one
Though I hear he’s not doing well.

I just got inspired one day
To fill the fire pit up with whatever I could find upon the premises
Which wound up all stone and shell, and finally selenite
More rock from my extinct past.

There is still a slight depression there
But no risk that I will trip in the dark, with all that shining at me.

 

Word Game Ads

20 Dec

These gamer video ads on the
Faux Scrabble platforms
Are driving me up a wall.

These elfs. These walls. These poorly drawn
Hollywood stages.

And the peanut butter cups where they make you
Go out of your way to turn off the sound.

This is just inexcusable. If I wanted
Fucking peanut butter cups
I would buy fucking peanut butter cups

I know how to find and buy things
I know about peanut butter cups

I personally cannot stand them
Doomed mix of adulturated nut butter, ersatz chocolate
And salt that they are.
I consider them anathema

And yet here they are
Being advertised in this wretched online faux Scrabble
Where they keep you upgrading so you can pay to cheat better

Probably good practice for all those games
With those poorly drawn elfs

Is there no end to this madness? Will I end my days
Subjected to horrible peanut butter cup adverts?

Will this be my life? Will these be my friends, in my ancientness
Squabbling over failing games played on failing electrical grids

With failing people I’ve never met
In real life, as we say on the Internet

Though I hear people on the Internet are real.

Who Is In Charge?

1 Dec

Here we go merrily, merrily
Here we go merrily, with all our machines

Fumbling, bumbling, tumbling

Further along, we’ll learn all about it
Further along, we’ll understand why

I wrote today of property, science, and nuclear death
As if these presented separate problems that we might address
At our convenience.

As if they did not all present a sort of unified religious theory
About us.

Us and our gods
Whom we don’t seem to know
How to do without

We remake them every time we forsake them
Like jilted lovers hounding the doorsteps of strangers
Because anybody is better than nobody
Even if they call the cops
Even if they kill you
At least it’s a form of contact.

At least you know somebody was paying attention
There at the end, and that they cared
Bad strokes are better than no strokes at all.

There are stories of other religions
But we’ve largely forgotten them, fixated as we are
On our gadgets.

We know more and more
Of the bitter end
The brutal slap, the sweet release.

The final exit. But the show must go on
Like any hell, this is eternity

And as with any true sin
We get exactly what we deserve
We really did ask for it
Now if only
We could remember
What made this seem so important
So necessary
So much more critical
Than the smell of honey locust in the spring
The flight of the hawk at dawn
The slow slither of snails

If only we could remember
Just who did this to us
Maybe then, we could start to learn.

 

 

 

 

What The Fuck Is Wrong With You People

27 Nov

1867A4E1-444A-4110-82FF-9E16C488D7ADThis meme is absolutely horrible. Wasps and bees are almost all female, and they both play their parts in healthy natural communities. Adult wasps capture insect larvae to feed their young, sometimes spiders, a few parasitize spiders. This meme is a horrible misrepresentation. Whoever made this is either no feminist or else doesn’t care about the natural living world, or both. Disgusting.

I found this meme on “Women’s Liberation Front” on Facebook. Who is in charge there? Serious feminists would not let this slide. Fucking embarrassment.

Gallery

A few thoughts on lesbian fiction

24 Nov

Good analysis here.

Purple Sage

An article written by lesbian author Julia Diana Robertson talks about how a publication changed her words when they published her interview, making her sound less lesbian and more “queer.”

“Among other things, throughout the interview, where I said “lesbian” the word lesbian was changed to “queer.”

Why were words I would never use to describe myself or my novel, like “queerness” and “LGBTQ” and “gender presentation,” put into my mouth?”

This article provides a perfect illustration of the sneaky ways in which lesbians are erased by “queer” culture. Queer culture doesn’t like the word lesbian, because it’s too specific, and because it describes women whose sexuality excludes men. Queer culture prefers to promote the idea of “queer women” instead. Queer women are any women who defy the traditional conservative norms of sexuality, sometimes by engaging in sex with other women, or sometimes by engaging in other outlawed forms of…

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17 Nov

Garcia

14 Nov

92EE5961-EBB9-4DDD-B9A2-4F570FFB903DI don’t know who made this extraordinary piece of art, other than that their name is Garcia.

update: Daniel Garcia Art on Facebook

 

 

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