giovannaolmos:

He rolls over.
She remains. Her
remains were made
by him.

Yvonne Rainer, Journeys From Berlin 1971, 1980.

wolfenstain:

Children wearing gas masks while playing, WWII, 1941.

Bas Jan Ader’s I’m Too Sad to Tell You, 1971.

nevver:

Robin Cracknell

(via pbsarts)

kennethstorey:

Francis Bacon, Lying Figure, Oil on Canvas, 1969

My Dialogic Space (poem from May)

What is the smallest sound you could make?

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            I wish I could art

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This is a tea party and I was not invited,

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But what is the best thing I could do when I knew

I couldn’t do what I thought I could do

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I hope I never offend someone and yet I hope someday I have the power to offend someone through critiquing

blank and blank and blank.

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I am not sure what I mean by that, but poetry does that and you learn what you meant or craft it

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Myself and I are winking,

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Getting high alone too often but I guess this is a playmate

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My body vibrates out turpentine like that artist with the gravelly voice I transcribed

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I want to move as a man and not realize I am a man or think of that power as an anything gendered

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Making poems I feel heavy I bet someone could see me droop time-lapse

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I wonder what Derrida felt like when he changed worlds

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This is a heart owl and she woots goodnight

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Losing it I pop!

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She wanted to weep all over someone

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I verbally abused a sandwich and told it that it was the worst sandwich I had ever had and then I felt guilty and I started to think about what makes a subject and what an object

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Also searched on yahoo answers “why do some men hate women” and felt smart and sad

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They theorized the acts of writing a paper

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She theorized turning Lacan into art, postpartum magic

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I theorize theorized theorizing myself and myselves and themselves today.

Anselm Kiefer, Winter Landscape, 1970.

Currently reading Lisa Saltzman’s Anselm Kiefer and Art After Auschwitz. Though I don’t agree with a large portion of her theory, her analysis of this early watercolor made me do a lot of thinking. Is this the ashen-haired Sulamith of Celan’s “Todesfuge”, in her spacious grave above the clouds after symbolically dying in the Holocaust? Or, as Saltzman suggests, is it a self-portrait of Kiefer and his working through his death of identity as a German artist born in 1945? Saltzman argues that this watercolor is both melancholic and a symptom of Kiefer’s own melancholia, his inability to mourn the Holocaust, instead inertly dwelling in his own loss.
Meleko Mokgosi, Pax Kaffraria: The Ruse of Disavowal, 2013. A professor of mine’s work//fantastic.
euo:

Minnette Vári (born 1968)
Anonymous
So just to be clear, being attacked for being a woman online is horrible and unacceptable, but someone on your facebook can comment that they truly hate men and that they believe "most men" harbor hatred for women? And that's what? Kosher? Totally fine to make assumptions and rather hateful judgements against an entire gender so long as that gender isn't female? And people ask me why I'm not a feminist, like I hate my own gender or something. I'd rather be a humanist than a feminist any day.

I didn’t make the comment on facebook about hating men, so I feel that I should not be attacked here for another’s comment. I also don’t think that humanism and feminism are mutually exclusive, so perhaps think about where the two come together for you. Also, everyone’s feminism is different, though some feminisms move more progressively than other feminisms. I try to not make assumptions about men actually and don’t think I have demonstrated that online, so I don’t know why you’re taking this up with me here. It makes me sad when I hear feminists rant on men as a gender, but I don’t think that Maddie is wrong in saying that she thinks most men harbor hatred for women: hatred can exist on very small levels, and I have witnessed that come out from most men I encounter in person and online, even from men I love and respect. I would even say that most women harbor a hatred towards men, for many reasons. Part of the reason I am a feminist is that I wish those hatreds and violences directed towards the Other did not exist, or exist so much. In my perfect world, gendering as a practice would be taken out of the equation ala Beauvoir.

i’m just a silly feminazi

I am a dumb cunt feminazi

I need to calm my tits

so angry it must be my period oh wait it’s not my period i’m a woman who is angry who gets periods

Like, I’m overreacting

I am a stupid dumb cunt whore women

   with stupid dumb cunt whore women-logic

Women-logic deserves to be raped

All the stupid women’s shut up your on your period

I am a feminist-slut who needs to crawl back to tumblr

Sound the feminist alarm!!!!!!!!!

I am fucking crazy as fuck, whoa

I really should calm those titties

going overboard like a little slut womyn

equal rights and equal lefts—beat a bitch, yall

I am an idiot who needs to shut up oh god please I sound like an idiot

I don’t even know what sexual harrassmant means cause I’m a stupid woman

I am gonna go up to some guy and tell him he has a nice ass cause womens don’t; if he wants a complement it’s a compliment cause he dresses like a little beach slut at the beach

I need to get my facts right before I go on a dumb-cunt rampage

Honestly it doesn’t even matter cause she doesn’t even have a nice ass so it’s not even sexual harassment it’s a joke stupid shit

i am an OverReacting +Sensitivity Bea”t”ch pig whore

i am objecting myself by giving into fashion norms and dressing like proactively, such a silly feminazi

It’s so hard for me to wear something that I feel good being complimented by a man in :/

where is my logic? I thought womyns didn’t have logics only women-logics

I guess I should stay at home or not dress like such a stupid whore skank to the beach why would I wear shorts if I didn’t want a compliment duh

Wow, that is so offensive lots of people get under my feminazi skin and into my feminazi cunt

I don’t even get this offendid when someone calls me a retard dumbass faggot

It’s a free country and I need to get over my dumb whore self

I am a bitch who cannot be serious haha rape culture speak English whore

Put that hoe in a hijab lol

I hate this I hate that I hate feminazis I hate women who try to beat guys ha I hate u I hate men

my dumb cunt is so sensitive

Chill the fuck up you are a bitch and so are all the women

I can’t even deal he sound like a male feminist

bitch can’t take a compliment bitches looking for trouble

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i’m just a dumb cunt bitch whore women feminazi bitch with a feminist alarm

Anonymous
you are so far away and i have grown feelings for him as well....

uh huh?

deceptiveyes
are you in love with someone in your family ? sounds like it in your writings

As much as I’d like to say yes for dramatic and icky effects, no. I am in love with someone who lives across the country.

Bed Turnings

I begin when the day stops:

thinking of ceramic bowls and cups

waiting to be born in a dreamt Seattle

Of our bed which mother warns not to

Of lovely of kisses wet

Today’s sighs on the telephone:

speculations about how

much we should save.

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Saving I love you

I don’t abuse it,

or I do.

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How we stayed in bed for hours

dwindling our time away

“more love hours than could ever be repaid”

returning to inherency.

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Deciding that we love furiously because

time is a captive of distance.

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Being your ghost still, other:

haunting, but terrified

flying from coast to coast

moaning

into the ears of the Empire State

coloring my pillow in this dark,

moaning into it more than yours,

more than into what I knew before.

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Knowing you are not of my before

You are of the golden hours

of after of winter of child

My self child. How she continues to grow

in your throat this autumn.

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How she wants to be cradled,

but also to be a towering grown-up

who cries once every six months or so

who stays up past her bed time

and does not call for mama.

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I turn towards abortion last before the sleep

I should terminate this child I am for you

I should have never been, possibly

I need to choke on this self and swallow to grow.

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I end into—in two— Where did I go?

I ask this more than where I am going.