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invisiblestories:

Walter Benjamin: Selected Writings, Vol 1: 1913-1926 (via rhea137)

invisiblestories:

Walter Benjamin: Selected Writings, Vol 1: 1913-1926 (via rhea137)

(via hazeofcapitalism)

"

Hip-hop was a problem because an underclass that had been left to die didn’t, and instead created a music decrying their conditions that was vivid, troubling and beautiful, a declaration of existence in the face of those who’d condemned them to oblivion. It screwed up the narrative, and thus was born an anti-rap racism in which symptom became cause, laments of violence and deprivation becoming justifications for violence and deprivation. Anti-rap racists hear rap music as proof that black men pose a uniquely violent danger to the American status quo, even as the entire trajectory of that status quo suggests it’s the other way around. As theories of history go it’s both aggressively incorrect and depressingly unoriginal.

Disliking hip-hop doesn’t make you a racist any more than liking hip-hop makes you not a racist, and I’m sure there are plenty of Stormfront enthusiasts with Rick Ross in their iTunes. If you don’t like Jay-Z because you just don’t like the way he sounds, or you’re sick of his cloying ubiquity, or you wish he’d talk about something other than where he’s from for five seconds—hey, I’m not mad, I don’t like Bruce Springsteen for the same reasons. But if you don’t like rap music—a genre that contains multitudes—because of a self-satisfied moralism, or because you’re scared of it, or because you wish those people would stop talking about their problems and get out of your television and radio and kids’ bedrooms: well.

"

America Is Dying Slowly: Talking About Hip-Hop After Trayvon Martin - Culture - GOOD (via unequal-design)

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sailoraaliyah:

seefeel - making

i feel like literally no one went nuts for this and it doesnt make any sense 

this song rules and has really good bass and normal vocals (whoa) and it sounds so broken and good

(via clamn)

kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunst:

stephen prina & wade guyton.

kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunst:

stephen prina & wade guyton.

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stickyembraces:

I am not going to read anything by Borges again until something like this is being invented. I can’t pin down what exactly it is, but something in his writing is deeply unsettling.

i would buy this if the timer went off after a random amount of time, with no manual way to adjust the timing. 

stickyembraces:

I am not going to read anything by Borges again until something like this is being invented. I can’t pin down what exactly it is, but something in his writing is deeply unsettling.

i would buy this if the timer went off after a random amount of time, with no manual way to adjust the timing. 

"If right or law stems from vengeance, as Hamlet seems to complain that it does—before Nietzsche, before Heidegger, before Benjamin—can one not yearn for a justice that one day, a day belonging no longer to history, a quasi-messianic day, would finally be removed from the fatality of vengeance? Better than removed: infinitely foreign, heterogeneous at its source?"

Jacques Derrida, Specters of Marx (via rhizombie)

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savage-america:


“There’s no doubt about Jose Gregorio bringing myth and legend into the modern age, albeit a legend rendered thoroughly bourgeois, what with him replete in his three-piece suit and tie, a tip of white kerchief protruding from his breast pocket, and him so smugly serene and quietly confident while the background mountains stretch to the snowy skies above turrets and a grassy plain on which, snipped out of the purest surrealism, a figure in a white surgical gown, with mask and cap, crouches over a near-naked and emaciated figure lying unconscious on a pallet of straw that is also serving as a surgical operating table. ‘The Servant of God’ reads the caption.”

Michael Taussig, Shamanism, Colonialism, and the Wild Man. 1987. 

everything mick writes turns to fucking gold

savage-america:

“There’s no doubt about Jose Gregorio bringing myth and legend into the modern age, albeit a legend rendered thoroughly bourgeois, what with him replete in his three-piece suit and tie, a tip of white kerchief protruding from his breast pocket, and him so smugly serene and quietly confident while the background mountains stretch to the snowy skies above turrets and a grassy plain on which, snipped out of the purest surrealism, a figure in a white surgical gown, with mask and cap, crouches over a near-naked and emaciated figure lying unconscious on a pallet of straw that is also serving as a surgical operating table. ‘The Servant of God’ reads the caption.”

Michael Taussig, Shamanism, Colonialism, and the Wild Man. 1987. 

everything mick writes turns to fucking gold

(via savage-america)

"Contemporary workfare policies rarely involve job creation on any significant scale, along the lines of the old-fashioned public-works programs; they are more concerned with deterring welfare claims and necessitating the acceptance of low-paid, unstable jobs in the context of increasingly ‘flexible’ labour markets. Stripped down to its labor-regulatory essence, workfare is not about creating jobs for people that don’t have them; it is about creating workers for jobs that nobody wants. In a Foucauldian sense, it is seeking to make ‘docile bodies’ for the new economy: flexible, self-reliant, and self-disciplining."

Jamie Peck - Workfare States (via robert-brydie)

(Source: thepovertyoftheory)

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