Inside. Through. Beyond. Me.
I’m in my head. I can’t get around this. I’m driven to crucify myself in my own head. And to question my sense of self, my concrete reality, how I live and think and do. In my own head. Because…
#freepalestine #endtheoccupation
#freepalestine #endtheoccupation
I’m in my head. I can’t get around this. I’m driven to crucify myself in my own head. And to question my sense of self, my concrete reality, how I live and think and do. In my own head. Because…
Stephen Ball writes of three stages of neoliberalism. The first is proto, and refers to the intellectual genesis and maturation of the project. This is the cultural attack on the everyday reality of the public and of the State, and…
I read this by Kate Bowles about speaking words that are true, necessary and kind. And I read this by Kate Bowles about how that social media joke isn’t funny anymore. Those two posts led to me to ask the…
I would be your king But you want to be free Confusion and art I’m nothing but heart (as we stumble to the shore… as we walk into the night …. this before can’t say it anymore…) Low. 2011. Nothing…
ONE. The bleeding of our souls. There is no escape from the living death of capitalist work (Dinerstein and Neary). This leads Cederström and Fleming to argue that our whole existence bleeds our souls in the name of value.…
We look for an idea that is beyond student-as-consumer, and we witness a reinforcement of a deterministic, manifest destiny of the student who bears the risk for her higher education. We witness statements that divide student and teacher: “we continue…
On 21 August 2013, my friend Derek Harding told me he had cancer. In the months that followed we corresponded about his treatment and I learned so much about the treatment of cancer from a personal and medical perspective. Just…
This blog is autobiographical. But then you knew that, right? You knew that when I talk about emancipation or the struggle for communism as the negation of my negation or against my alienation or for a world beyond false consciousness,…
There is no us, there is only I, Dropped like a tear from my mother’s eye. Mother do you know your son at all? Looking for the things he’ll never find, Talks too much about suicide, Who can tell what’s…