"I look for validation in her eyes
and see necessity leach out its trembling hand
she is ic" ...more
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and see necessity leach out its trembling hand
she is ic" ...more
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"this is a testament to being
this argument, studied with intent,
of fake human beings, inn" ...more
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this argument, studied with intent,
of fake human beings, inn" ...more
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"gunna make sum burr"
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Brecht is someone i'll have to come back to. He is brilliant. It's not every man who can turn tragedy into a musical. I will write a decent review for all of Brecht's work, in due time! ]]>
I'm going to give this book a second reading, but probably not for a few months. Basically it details what lead up to and made the year 1976 so volatile in Minneapolis/St. Paul, when a multitude of food co-ops went to war based on domain, theory and practice. Essentially, it was a war between whole foods anarchists and communists that started as debate and ended with beatings, terrorism and fire. A pretty interesting slice of history that i had never heard of before i met someone from the twin cities who enlightened me. This book is out of print, so you have to order it or maybe you could find it at a library. it is greatly written and very informative. here here! ]]>
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Alright, check it out. I'm stopping after book IV. I really, really want to like this series, because of all the things it is hip to. It has a really wild sense of all these mystical, conspiratorial, theological elements other comics (nor books) can even approach because they test the limits so much, which is kind of the point. This is like a bursting bubble, verbose as a pill-addled intellectual stretching towards 5am highlights as everyone else in the room falls asleep. He is scratching hieroglyphics on his bone and expecting everyone to read them out loud. I dig the fact that it's so queer. I like all of the gender play, the transvestitism, and the fact that it's testing boundaries not only about mythology, our apprehension of the status quo from dimensional space to our catalogue of politicians and oru faith in the establishment, and race and sex and individual power. It's just bad-ass anti-what-we-know kinda shit. It's a queer anarchist who wrote this, OBVIOUSLY, stoned out of his mind.
See Morrison talk at the Disinformation Conference. He is a gem.
What if the kid from high school too caught up in his severe trauma and paranoia could congeal all his thoughts into a consistent pattern, connect all the dots, and draw it as a group of X-Men, not taking on the allegorical sentinels but taking on the for-real David Icke kind-of-shit behind the scenes. It's just using all of the fucking conspiracies of today and making them into the heroes and villains. It's kind of like a modern folktale. hmm.
I love Grant Morrison. I want to crawl inside him and rest like a baby in his womb. But this shit is so mind-blowing it's boring. Like Sartre or Nietzsche. Better left talked about by people who are only beginning to understand it. Otherwise it gets to lost in the terms, i.e. Ixpiyacoc, Gucumatz, Chirakan-Ixmucane. One argument is we gotta know ancient mythologies in fear of being forgotten. The other argument is that we find 'x's exotic and like using them in names. hmm.
But it's too much to not explode. It's more overexpanded than America. So it falls flat. I give it beyond an A for effort. But a D for execution. Let's leave it at 3 stars and regret that when the world ends in 2012. ]]>
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