In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were trying to live a personal life
and, yes, that was the only life
we could bear witness to
But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through rages of fog
where we stood, saying I
I’m trying to find answers, but it seems like they temporarily disbanded in the winter, and are now making their presence known again. I really think the ideas behind it are noble and true, but to temporarily stop protesting because the weather gets a little too cold doesn’t sound promising. Protesting is not a spring-time sport, it’s a commitment.
I’m the first person to admit that I did not put myself on the line to be beaten up by police officers. I was not, and am not so ready to do that. I had other priorities in my life that took precedence. Simply as an outside spectator, your power and credibility lessens if you let your anger go, even if it’s only temporary.
I went to OWS last night, which has now relocated to Union Square. A lot of people were there for Trayvon Martin, other than that though there was very little ideological unity.
I was talking to a man named Randy, a writer in New York. He was bringing up the fact that very little attention has been brought to the case of Ramarley Graham (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/09/ramarley-graham-new-york-police-_n_1266715.html). He was am unarmed, black teenager shot in his home in the Bronx a few weeks ago by a police officer named Richard Haste, who had no warrant. The people protesting in Florida, Randy was sure, knew about what had happened, yet made no effort to bring this to the media. There are people who are outraged over Ramarley Graham’s murder, but this is not getting nearly as much attention as it should. Why hasn’t more attention been brought to Ramarley Graham?
I was talking to another man, and we felt pretty much the same way about what we were witnessing: there was no unity. You had one girl meditating on the ground, a group of musicians, a man standing on a soap box calling for an end to government. It was like any other day at Union Square, except it had banners saying “We are the 99%.”
I am not saying that it’s impossible for OWS to get back on track, but they really need to get their shit together. They need to make an agenda, and stick to it because all of the good ideas are getting forgotten about. Instead of focusing on what needs to be done, it has turned into a bitch fest. I’m not saying that they don’t have legitimate complaints, but you need to do more than focus on the problems at hand, and find solutions.
“Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behaviour and information processing. They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.”—Terence McKenna (via elige)
I sneezed in the subway, and a girl said "bless you" to me.
When people sneeze I never say bless you. I did thank her for her superstitious protectiveness. Does that make me a hypocrite for accepting her blessing, but not giving blessings?
I went to B & H today, and bought a camera bag and a book on night time/low light photography. I’m going to be getting a Sigma wide-angle lens very shortly. It will be the first lens I use other than the kit lens that came with my Canon Digital Rebel. I’m so excite!
Today I graduated from Grace Institute, and I invited my dad who I hadn’t seen in over a year. I had so many strange, but intriguing dreams about my old town in Long Island last night. It was a very nice, brief time I had with him, but it was great to see him alive and well. We gave each other a big hug, and it felt almost like when I was a child.
I can’t stand people who use their sexuality to prop themselves up. So many people go around saying they’re bi or whatever, but only for some public image they’re trying to uphold. This girl I spoke with a couple of times in the past posted an essay about how she wants to “liberate” people sexually by having loud, raucous sex in bathrooms at bars. I wouldn’t have been offended if she had just said “I love to fuck loud in public bathrooms”. I would have been very supportive. It just annoys me that she thinks she can teach me something by being annoying. You’re not being a revolutionary, you’re just relieving your sexual urges in a less than suitable place.