Against fascism: Primo Levi, #2

Photograph: Erich Hartmann, Main gate of Dachau concentration camp, 1994 [Magnum Photos]

Primo Levi

Excerpt from an interview with Daniel Toaff, Sorgenti di Vita, 25 March 1983, translated by Mirto Stone 

Those who deny Auschwitz would be ready to remake it. 

Excerpt from The Drowned and the Saved, London: Abacus, 1988, p. 199 

We must be listened to: above and beyond our personal experience, we have collectively witnessed a fundamental unexpected event, fundamental precisely because unexpected, not foreseen by anyone. It happened, therefore it can happen again: this is the core of what we have to say. It can happen, and it can happen everywhere.

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Against fascism: Primo Levi

A day in the life: Paul Klee, #7

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Paul Klee

Ad Parnassum, 1932

Time stoops to no man's lure: Allochiria

Photograph by Haris Pappas [Allochiria | Facebook]

Allochiria

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Like we 've never breathed before: Allochiria

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Vital soundscapes: Allochiria

Soothing tears no more: Throes, by Allochiria

Nina Simone: Sinnerman

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Nina Simone | Sinnerman

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You will never guess to who you are talking

Now and forever: Rosetta

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Rosetta

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Heavenly bounded by time

Cast shadows at ice seas
Transmit data encode
A final message for beloved
A withering on me
The withering of me now
So sound your horn without me
Please lay your hands before I go
Lay your hands
Sound your horn
Let this go
The iron core set to implode
The withering on me
The withering of me now

"The problem with now is no matter how much we want it to, it doesn't last forever"

A withering

From within

A spore casting on this skin

And if I sing with hollowed hands will burrowing cease

Radio waves

Hollowed hands holding me still

Hollowed hands

Burrowing into

Radio waves

Saturn is

Sing me to sleep

[Dark Lyrics]

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Echoes of last night ring in the twilight

Utopioid: Rosetta's magnificent soundscapes

In the silence I'll atone, collapse, embrace

Rosetta's uncompromising brilliance

A day in the life: Frida Kahlo, #2

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Frida Kahlo

The Two Fridas, 1939

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My body, my choice

Athinas st., Athens 16.12.2017

International Women's Strike: 8 March 2018

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International Women's Strike

The International Women’s Strike is a network of women in more than 50 different countries that emerged through planning a day of action for March 8th, 2017.  

In the spirit of that renewed radicalism, solidarity and internationalism, the International Women’s Strike US continues to be a national organizing center by and for women who have been marginalized and silenced by decades of neoliberalism directed towards the 99% of women: working women inside and outside of the home, women of color, Native women, disabled women, immigrant women, Muslim women, lesbian, CIS, queer and trans women. 

We see our efforts as part of a new international feminist movement that organizes resistance not just against Trump and his misogynist policies, but also against the conditions that produced Trump, namely the decades long economic inequality, criminalization and policing, racial and sexual violence, and imperial wars abroad.  

We aim to build relationships of solidarity between diverse organizations of women, and all those who seek to build a global feminist, working class movement.

A day in the life: Jean-Michel Basquiat

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Jean-Michel Basquiat

Horn Players, 1983

Charlie Parker | Dizzy Gillespie

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Ko-Ko, by Charlie Parker

Charlie Parker and John Coltrane: in pictures

No Color, No Light, by Oceans of Slumber

Oceans of Slumber

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Limbs out stretched and reaching for the sun,

But only a glimmer remains.

Tethered to this place of neglect,

Roots reaching no sustenance.

Come away with me,

I’ll show you where,

The waters run forever.

Aged by fire.

Warped by winds.

Forced to strive to live against,

This insidious way,

This perilous fight,

This treacherous place of your demise.

Along the cracks decay begun,

Warped and weathered shades of holding on.

Your rings of age will grow no more,

Outnumbered from the nevermore.

Aged by fire.

Warped by winds.

Forced to strive to live against,

This insidious way,

This perilous fight,

This treacherous place of your demise.

Where I come from, are branches made of gold.

A sign of the remnant, sun, sun, sun.

The waters run, your roots will never thirst.

A stream of forever, ever more.

Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…

I am calling, head my calling.

Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…

I am calling, head my calling.

I have conquered it, your days will have no end.

A sign of the remnant, sun, sun, sun.

Oh evergreen, reining tower of the sky.

Your roots reach forever, ever more.

Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…

I am calling, head my calling.

Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…

I am calling, head my calling.

Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…

I am calling, head my calling.

Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…

I am calling, head my calling.

Limbs out stretched and reaching for the sun,

But only a glimmer remains.

Come away with me,

I’ll show you where,

The waters run forever.

[Oceans of Slumber | Facebook]

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Embrace the season's change: Oceans of Slumber