But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will.
One can love one’s neighbors in the abstract, or even at a distance, but at close quarters it’s almost impossible.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via dollymyfolly
I shudder when I think of the bestial impulses that so often flood my imagination. I am considered a decent citizen because I manage to keep these mental debaucheries from becoming antisocial actions; but as far as I, the lone individual, am concerned, I am that depraved being. And perhaps these orgies of the imagination are all the worse because they are never relieved by actions.
Poetry’s poetry. It doesn’t have to be called a poem, you know.
“Ethnic” clothes and hairstyles are still stigmatized as unprofessional, “cultural” foods are treated as exotic past times, and the vernacular of people of color is ridiculed and demeaned. So there is an unequal exchange between Western culture – an all-consuming mishmash of over-simplified and sellable foreign influences with a dash each of Coke and Pepsi – and marginalized cultures. People of all cultures wear business suits and collared shirts to survive. But when one is of the dominant culture, adopting the clothing, food, or slang of other cultures has nothing to do with survival. So as free as people should be to wear whatever hair and clothing they enjoy, using someone else’s cultural symbols to satisfy a personal need for self-expression is an exercise in privilege.
The Difference Between Cultural Exchange and Cultural Appropriation (link here)
The rage of the oppressed is never the same as the rage of the privileged.
There’s a way not to be broken
that takes brokenness to find it.
Naomi Shihab Nye, Cinco de Mayo
I think True Detective is portraying a world where the weak (physically or economically) are lost, ground under by perfidious wheels that lie somewhere behind the visible, wheels powered by greed, perversity, and irrational belief systems, and these lost souls dwell on an exhausted frontier, a fractured coastline beleaguered by industrial pollution and detritus, slowly sinking into the Gulf of Mexico. There’s a sense here that the apocalypse already happened. And in places like this, where there’s little economy and inadequate education, women and children are the first to suffer, by and large.
There are also those who will not be satisfied with any finale unless Rust Cohle steps out of their TVs, into their living room, and shoots them in the foot as some kind of meta-statement on magick and mass entertainment. And, you know, the technology just isn’t there.
Barry: I’m lookin’ at your face and I just wanna smash it. I just wanna fuckin’ smash it with a sledgehammer and squeeze it. You’re so pretty.
Lena: I want to chew your face, and I want to scoop out your eyes and I want to eat them and chew them and suck on them.
Barry: OK. This is funny. This is nice.
from Punch-Drunk Love, by Paul Thomas Anderson.
All citizens deserve the right to vote. As a human right. The fact that it makes conservative racists cry is a happy bonus.