“I’m a ghost
that everyone can see;”
Franz Wright, from “Empty Stage,” in The Beforelife: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001)
“In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.”
ola rudnicka in "birds of a different feather" by manuela pavesi for vogue japan april 2014.
“You can’t just start the clock on 9/11 and forget 50 years of unjust oppressive Western foreign policies in the Middle East.”
Thank God someone finally said this. I’m so sick of stating that Western intervention and invasion of other countries fuels terrorism only for people to respond 'They did 9/11 first!'
In 1953 the UK & the US staged a coup of the democratically elected leader of Iran and installed a dictator who was more to their liking. Today the US continues to support brutal dictators (such as in Saudi Arabia) where it suits them to do so. Palestine has been occupied for decades. The list of Western imperial foreign policies over the past decades could go on and on.
9/11 was not only only a result religious extremism and it certainly was not because 'they hate our freedoms.' Terrorism is often primarily politically motivated and anyone who is serious about preventing it had better take some fucking notice of this fact.
mae mei lapres in "the backroom" by nil hoppenot for the ones2watch.
“To begin with, man is sociable. Nowhere do we find a people whose ideal of life is complete isolation. The craving for perfect solitude is an aberration possible only in an advanced stage of civilisation, to fakirs and anchorets distraught by religious delirium or broken by the sorrows of life; and even then they are still dependent on the society around them, which brings them day by day, in exchange for their prayers or benedictions, their daily bread. If they were really rapt in a perfect ecstasy, they would exhale their spirits on the spot; or if they were desperate indeed, they would slink away to die like the wounded animal that hides itself in the black shadows of the forest. But the sane man of savage society - hunter, fisher, or shepherd - loves to find himself among his companions. His needs may oblige him often to keep solitary watch for the game, to follow the shoal alone in a narrow skiff, beaten by the waves, to wander far from the encampment in search of fresh pastures for his flocks; but as soon as he can rejoin his friends with a fair supply of provisions he hies back to the common camp, the nucleus of the city that is to be.”
Elisée Reclus, The evolution of cities (1895)