Unreal City

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many.

Recently, when I got out of the elevator at my usual hour, it occurred to me that my life, whose days more and more repeat themselves down to the smallest detail, resembles that punishment in which each pupil must according to his offense write down the same meaningless (in repetition, at least) sentence ten times, a hundred times or even oftener; except that in my case the punishment is given me with only this limitation: “as many times as you can stand it.

Franz Kafka, (via substantia-nigra)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via wearethe-crossroads)

From the protests in Turkey: “We have Hegel and Spinoff, down with Kantian metaphysics!”

From the protests in Turkey: “We have Hegel and Spinoff, down with Kantian metaphysics!”


Here are five images from my guest post over on the freshly re-launched Interference Archive website. The post showcases images and captions from 10 of the over 100 underground newspapers featured in my Rebel Newsprint show opening tonight (02/21) at the Interference Archive in Brooklyn (131 8th Street, #4).

Click through for the rest of the images and definitely come out for the opening if you’re in the area. The walls are flooded with newspapers, a few posters, and a couple pieces of original artwork. We also have a handful of portfolios around the center table that are filled with individual issues you can flip through, and there will be a big ass stack of free copies of my book in the middle.

Antonio Gramsci On The Indifferent

I hate the indifferent. I believe living means taking sides. They who truly live cannot help but to be citizens and partisans. Indifference is apathy, parasitism, perversion, not life. That’s why I hate the indifferent.

Indifference is the burden of history. Indifference operates with great power on history. It operates passively, but it operates. It is fate; that which cannot be counted on; it is that which twists programs and ruins the best-conceived plans; it is the brute matter that chokes intelligence. That which happens, the evil that weighs upon all, happens because most of humanity renounces its own will, allows laws to be passed that only revolt can nullify, and leaves men that only mutiny can overthrow to achieve power. Thanks to indifference, few hands weave the fabric of collective life unsurveilled, and the masses ignore it because they are careless; then it seems like it is fate that runs over everything and everyone, it looks as if history is but an enormous natural phenomenon, an eruption, an earthquake of which everyone is a victim, those who consent as well as those who dissent, those who knew as well as those who didn’t, the active as well as the indifferent. Some whimper pitifully, others curse obscenely, but none, or very few, ask themselves: if I too had fulfilled my duty, if I had tried to impose my will, would this have happened?

That too is why I hate the indifferent: Their wailing as if eternally innocent is a nuisance to me. I make every person liable to how they fulfilled the task life has given them and continues to give them every day, of what they have done, and especially what they have not done. And I feel I have the right to be unrelenting, not to squander my compassion, of not having to share my tears with them.

I am a partisan, I am alive, and in the conscience of those on my part I feel the pulse of the future city we are building. And in it, the social chain does not rest on a few, nothing that happens in it is a matter of luck, nor the product of fate, but the intelligent work of citizens. In it, nobody is looking out their window while the few sacrifice and drain themselves. I live, I am a partisan. That is why I hate those who don’t take sides, I hate the indifferent.

"Pragaash, Kashmir’s first all girl rock band. Sadly, the band no longer exists because of death threats and a state appointed cleric telling them to cease and desist."

"Pragaash, Kashmir’s first all girl rock band. Sadly, the band no longer exists because of death threats and a state appointed cleric telling them to cease and desist."

Sander’s Time - nborloff

A blissful darkness clouds my mind
awash with halcyon specters of a lifetime past when
- BAM -
nocturnal illusions shatter.

The hatch is dogged by I can hear
a sweet southern song that tells us all
Chief is… gone!
The day will be a diamond.

It’s Sanders time, shipmates.
It’s Sanders time.


Had an asshole chief when I was in the Navy. Composed this one in his honor when he didn’t show up for work one day. OS1 Sanders was in charge, and it was glorious.

If You Forget Me - Pablo Neruda

I want you to know 
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine.