en memoriam: 2 weeks, 2 jazz greats
posted by kualyque at 20:51
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16.8.07
14.8.07
blackwater/whitenoise
“The question that you must ask yourself is why you do not dissolve. Why don’t you disintegrate? Why don’t you dissipate? What is holding together the mass of subatomic particles that constitutes your physical being? What is holding together the mass of illusions that constitutes your self?”
—Jesús Vaca, “Forget the Raza—It’s All About Class, Ese!”: Urban Phantoms and the Gentrifying Politics of Ethni-City Erasure
“ ‘We conjure ourselves and one another,” she says. “It is a form of magic.”
‘And if the spell is broken?’”
—René Ron Arriaga, The Hyperadventures of Princess Klown in Borderville
The television sets manufactured in maquiladoras along the border were subject to a massive recall due to the presence of toxic substances that would leak from the screens when the machines were plugged in and turned on. On the other side of the border, images were manufactured and prepared for mass distribution through a parallel network of transmission interwoven through and around the truck, train, barge, and aircraft routes that facilitated the transportation of machines and raw materials and sometimes people. Some networks were invisible; some people were invisible.
There were reports of mass suicides all around the prime real estate of the perimeter of the city’s center. There was a blanket of white noise to cover up any evidence. There were lots of places you could go to get a fix. By then, everyone was infected. This was a blindness to the intersections. This was a natural state of things. The walls reflected a lack of oxygen. The bodies piled up. It was a dead zone for hundreds of square miles. Everywhere you looked, the same message was transmitted. The homogeneity was masked by a façade of difference in choices of how to die.
Nothing moved. Nothing changed. The airborne leakage of toxic substances had resulted in a total lack of oxygen, as if a neutron bomb had been detonated during one of the many spectacular events on the edges of the city core, leaving the architecture of apartments, freeways, parking lots, and offices intact, and creating an unbroken surface that masked a growing mass grave and a crumbling infrastructure perpetually on the point of collapse.
At the time, paramilitary mercenaries were training on the outskirts of the urban centers, in the deserts, at the borders. They were preparing for domestic deployment. They were familiar and experienced with military operations, heavily armed, and accountable to no one. There were millions of images of murder, hatred, and disease, yet nobody could perceive the state of emergency. It was a spectacular failure of the imagination.
The first point of contact with the world was the skin. This is primarily where the leakage/infection took place. But even before the skin were the eyes. In time, certain individuals and organizations found that the manipulation and misidentification resulting from the dissemination of toxic substances through images transmitted via the visual field could neutralize individuals just as effectively as—and often more efficiently than—direct contact.
They were immobilized. They were paralyzed. Limited, repetitive, and highly regulated/surveilled motions helped to mask immobility. A set of several prefabricated floorplans helped to mask the reality of a cage. A hypermediated reality helped to mask the hyperreality of their nonreality.
The discussion centered myopically on race—no wait, class—no, sexuality—no ideology—no identity—no media—no architecture—no migration—no space—no time—no history—no death—no life—
The transmission of the ideology and knowledge of a particular set of cultural values through officially sanctioned channels resulted in a catastrophic collapse of will, spirit, emotional resolve, creativity, imagination, community, and humanity.
The moment of violence extended in all directions at once to infinity. It was neverending. It erased us all in an instant that passed so quickly that it was decades before we realized that we’d been long dead even before we were born.
Afterwards, we wandered, turned to ash. We collided and dissolved. On the walls of still standing structures, smeared, gray dust charted the cartography of loss, a record of the bodies that had given out the last of themselves in transmitting these messages as they crumbled inward and then to nothing at the point of contact with these surfaces.
CONCRETE IS NOT AS POROUS AS YOU THOUGHT
IN THE UNDERWORLD YOUR FEET LEAVE NO TRACKS
THERE IS NO NOTE OF HOPE FOR YOU HERE
YOU ARE THE WALKING DEAD
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Blackwater Report: Transcript Of A Report Broadcast Aug. 9 On KNBC TV
Cormac McCarthy, The Road (2006).
Don DeLillo, White Noise (1985).
---. Underworld (1997).
Le Temps du Loup (The Time of the Wolf), dir. Michael Haneke (2003).
Raúl Homero Villa, Barrio-Logos: Space and Place in Urban Chicano Literature and Culture (2000).
—Jesús Vaca, “Forget the Raza—It’s All About Class, Ese!”: Urban Phantoms and the Gentrifying Politics of Ethni-City Erasure
“ ‘We conjure ourselves and one another,” she says. “It is a form of magic.”
‘And if the spell is broken?’”
—René Ron Arriaga, The Hyperadventures of Princess Klown in Borderville
The television sets manufactured in maquiladoras along the border were subject to a massive recall due to the presence of toxic substances that would leak from the screens when the machines were plugged in and turned on. On the other side of the border, images were manufactured and prepared for mass distribution through a parallel network of transmission interwoven through and around the truck, train, barge, and aircraft routes that facilitated the transportation of machines and raw materials and sometimes people. Some networks were invisible; some people were invisible.
There were reports of mass suicides all around the prime real estate of the perimeter of the city’s center. There was a blanket of white noise to cover up any evidence. There were lots of places you could go to get a fix. By then, everyone was infected. This was a blindness to the intersections. This was a natural state of things. The walls reflected a lack of oxygen. The bodies piled up. It was a dead zone for hundreds of square miles. Everywhere you looked, the same message was transmitted. The homogeneity was masked by a façade of difference in choices of how to die.
Nothing moved. Nothing changed. The airborne leakage of toxic substances had resulted in a total lack of oxygen, as if a neutron bomb had been detonated during one of the many spectacular events on the edges of the city core, leaving the architecture of apartments, freeways, parking lots, and offices intact, and creating an unbroken surface that masked a growing mass grave and a crumbling infrastructure perpetually on the point of collapse.
At the time, paramilitary mercenaries were training on the outskirts of the urban centers, in the deserts, at the borders. They were preparing for domestic deployment. They were familiar and experienced with military operations, heavily armed, and accountable to no one. There were millions of images of murder, hatred, and disease, yet nobody could perceive the state of emergency. It was a spectacular failure of the imagination.
The first point of contact with the world was the skin. This is primarily where the leakage/infection took place. But even before the skin were the eyes. In time, certain individuals and organizations found that the manipulation and misidentification resulting from the dissemination of toxic substances through images transmitted via the visual field could neutralize individuals just as effectively as—and often more efficiently than—direct contact.
They were immobilized. They were paralyzed. Limited, repetitive, and highly regulated/surveilled motions helped to mask immobility. A set of several prefabricated floorplans helped to mask the reality of a cage. A hypermediated reality helped to mask the hyperreality of their nonreality.
The discussion centered myopically on race—no wait, class—no, sexuality—no ideology—no identity—no media—no architecture—no migration—no space—no time—no history—no death—no life—
The transmission of the ideology and knowledge of a particular set of cultural values through officially sanctioned channels resulted in a catastrophic collapse of will, spirit, emotional resolve, creativity, imagination, community, and humanity.
The moment of violence extended in all directions at once to infinity. It was neverending. It erased us all in an instant that passed so quickly that it was decades before we realized that we’d been long dead even before we were born.
Afterwards, we wandered, turned to ash. We collided and dissolved. On the walls of still standing structures, smeared, gray dust charted the cartography of loss, a record of the bodies that had given out the last of themselves in transmitting these messages as they crumbled inward and then to nothing at the point of contact with these surfaces.
CONCRETE IS NOT AS POROUS AS YOU THOUGHT
IN THE UNDERWORLD YOUR FEET LEAVE NO TRACKS
THERE IS NO NOTE OF HOPE FOR YOU HERE
YOU ARE THE WALKING DEAD
……………………..........................................................................
Blackwater Report: Transcript Of A Report Broadcast Aug. 9 On KNBC TV
Cormac McCarthy, The Road (2006).
Don DeLillo, White Noise (1985).
---. Underworld (1997).
Le Temps du Loup (The Time of the Wolf), dir. Michael Haneke (2003).
Raúl Homero Villa, Barrio-Logos: Space and Place in Urban Chicano Literature and Culture (2000).
posted by kualyque at 22:59
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10.8.07
fwd: fight against the ICE RAIDS—txt msg alerts
I am forwarding this message that I have received from several different listserves.
I like this idea, and I'm guessing that the folks who put this service together are already on this, but I was thinking of how we could connect people into this who might not have internet access (or very limited), and therefore difficulty in signing up their cell phones to receive these alerts. I feel uncomfortable with the idea of a designated "we" acting as the eyes and ears of our communities and "defending our people." Sounds vanguardish to me. How do we make sure that all of our communities and people are fully networked and connected, and acting together to defend ourselves and one another?
Any ideas?
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Hello everyone!
I am sending you this in hopes that you will all sign up for this service so that we can all FIGHT AGAINST the ICE RAIDS!!
This is the idea: This service is basically the same thing as a yahoogroup but it sends out text messages to cell phones instead of emails. This way, if there is an ICE raid or police checkpoint anywhere in Southern California, we can alert all of you via text message so that you can spread the word to your contacts/communities.
By being part of this Network, we will all act as the "eyes and ears" of our communities so that we can defend our people from the constant Migra/Police terrorism. Join today!!! Repost/Spread this message to your contacts to expand this network!
So how will we know when there is an ICE RAID? YOU and the rest of our community will let us know! We have established a STOP THE MIGRA RAIDS HOTLINE which is now operating. When people see an ICE RAID or a Police Checkpoint they can now call this number, leave us a message with the information about the Raid and then our moderators will send out the text message to everyone!
Here is the Hotline Number: 1-562-236-3939
So you know...
1. Not just ANY one can send out text messages on this group. There are moderators for the group so that insure that we don't get prank text messages...etc. This service will be ran/updated by the Frente Contra las Redadas.
2. You do NOT need to give your name or any other information for this service other than your cell phone number.
3. Nobody will have access to your cell phone number, not even the moderators of the group.
4. You must have text messaging available on your cell phone plan.
5. You will incur regular charges per text message received.
6. We will try to limit the number of messages that we send. Currently, we send about 1-2 per week.
7. If you ever decide that you no longer want to receive text messages from us, you may leave the group online.
If you want to join, follow these simple steps:
1. Go to http://www.txtmob.com and register your cell phone #.
2. Once you receive a text message to your cell phone from the website, enter the authorization code.
3. Once you are in, click on "Add group"
4. When the list of groups comes up; add to "FCR_LA" group.
This is a service of the Frente Contra las Redadas!
Ron
Abajo con la Migra!!!
Venceremos!
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posted by kualyque at 01:35
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3.8.07
quote/unquote: together/fall
“1. intr. To fall together, as the sides of a hollow body, or the body itself, by external pressure or withdrawal of the contents, as when an inflated bladder is pierced; to fall into a confused mass or into a flattened form by loss of rigidity or support; to break down, give way, fall in, cave in; to shrink suddenly into a smaller volume, contract.”“It went up, and it came down...I thought I was gonna die.”
“After being kicked repeatedly in the head during a mugging in 1999, he was sometimes able to move his thumb in response to yes-or-no questions but do little else. He rarely opened his eyes. Yet tests showed that language circuits in the left side of his brain and running through his prefrontal cortex — the rational, conscious areas — were intact.”
“I am too functional, this is my problem. I am too easily susceptible to all of the easy traps, the little successes that lock you into patterns and habits. One day I look around suddenly and realize that I have been asleep for weeks, months. Over and over, I find that it is impossible to shake myself fully awake again. There are all of these new attachments, all these extra limbs that have sprouted in my sleep. They interfere with my movements, with the opening of my eyes, with the exercise of my tongue. I cannot shake them loose. I have dreamt them into place while sleeping. At the time, I thought it was a nice dream, but when I wake up and look at myself in the mirror, I realize what a nightmare I’ve locked myself into.”
“Failure, ‘break-down’ (of an institution, enterprise, established condition of things).”
“The rate of autism among the children of 29 women who lived near the fields was extremely high, suggesting that exposure to the insecticides in the womb might have played a role. The study is the first to report a link between pesticides and the neurological disorder, which affects one in every 150 children.”
“It kept collapsing...down, down, down until it got to me.”
“The problem is that you have little to nothing to contribute to the conversation. You are still too shell-shocked and disengaged. You are still dreaming another reality that has nothing to do with these worlds. You are limited to a repertoire of television ads and telenovela plots. You are lost in the nightmare that they designed for you, and you are looking to me/her/him/them to show you a way out.”
"out of laziness n fear, we cling 2 the cults theyve erected 4 us, we build new cults to suit r evolving needs, we draw 1 another, in2 mutual suicide pacts & call it: Love. We refuse 2 bleed."
“A steam pipe explodes near Grand Central Terminal, a levee fails and floods New Orleans, a bridge collapses in Minneapolis.”
“A bridge in America just shouldn’t fall down.”
“He has regained his personhood, his personal agency...The patient has amnesia and cannot yet fully represent his interests...but now he’s got interests to represent.”
“I am reminded of the way in which a crumbling infrastructure can signal movement in a creative direction if we can just look past all the current/future suffering, pain, disease, death, war, hunger, violence, chaos, emotional trauma. These are the signs of collapse—not imminent, but in progress. Child poverty, disease, illness, and infant mortality rates, too. These are not leading indicators of what’s coming if we don’t act quickly, they are evidence that the rug has already been pulled out a long time ago and we’ve been left for dead. Changes in weather patterns, sea levels, water shortages, melting ice caps. It’s already a done deal. It’s a long, slow collapse already in progress.”
“It’s not me that you want, it’s my ability to magically attract and prop up all of your fears, jealousies, insecurities, memories of childhood traumas. It’s my perfect resemblance to a stage set, a façade, a contractual arrangement of coherence.”
“Brain injuries from blows to the head often sever nerve connections widely throughout the brain but can leave some circuits intact.”
“...a joint accumulation of one another’s nightmares, rolling on into a fantasy/future picking up speed/picking up more and more bits and pieces of death - lies - suffering - pain - illness - illusion - time transformed into space transformed into—”
“It's important to remember that no survey can predict personality type with 100 percent accuracy. Experts say that we should use personality type to better understand ourselves and others, but shouldn't feel restricted by our results.”
“To break down, come to nothing, fail; to lose force suddenly.”
“>In the end we are the ones who break our own hearts. Control/collapse is a dual sponsorship, a self-inflicted affliction that >expands beyond the limits of sight but always within the parameters of the technical languages >at whose altars we have come to worship. I believe that we are sincere in our desire to be: free/healthy/happy >BUT, I cannot believe that this is the extent of our ability to love/be/etc. To do so would require a >blind faith in television, pornographic imagery, terrorism, barbed wire, black sites/extraordinary rendition, >coherence, the future/past, capitalism, communism, fantasy, illusion: That you will >never change; that I will never change; that we are not change—”
“>>boredom? lack of imagination? lack of awareness/information/engagement? lack of compassion? empathy? lack? either/or? lack/nolack? dry? dusty?”
“A break-down of mental energy; a sudden loss of courage, spirits, etc.”
“>>> Maybe: we can sweat into one another’s mouths. Maybe we.
>>> Maybe bleed into one. Another’s.
>>> Lungs: you are afraid to breathe, you are afraid to let go.
>>>> You are afraid to admit that you cannot own/possess/control my:”
"I thought I was dead...I honestly did. I thought it was over."
“Your love for xyz
Is nothing
But a series of zeroes
& ones
Blinking.
A binary code, a Boolean string—
What is it that you really need?
The world belongs to the
Dysfunctional
The crooked lack
Of structural
Integrity.
The manic.
The schizophrenic.
The therapeutically unresponsive
Hopeless
Wreck.
Scab is another
Four-letter word.
Tear them off.
Bleed.
It’s the only way you’ll ever see.”
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Minneapolis bridge collapses, killing at least 4
Pain starts to spread as state shuts its wallet
Man Regains Speech After Brain Stimulation
Pesticide link to autism suspected
Engineers See Dangers in Aging Infrastructure
Oxford English Dictionary: "Collapse"
posted by kualyque at 03:35
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