I love the kinetic sculptures next to the Centre Pompidou by Nikki de Saint-Phalle in collaboration with Jean Tinguely. Fun fact: Nikki was the wife of Harry Matthews, a poet and writer of the Oulipo Group (who wrote according to mathematical formulas).

There have been lots of discussions lately of ‘cisgender’ as opposite to ‘transgender’. One concern is that ‘trans’ was adopted to unite a range of gender positions and open space to create new ones, so the concept of an opposite is tricky, and often leads to circular definitions. But it’s not an attempt to create a new binary, but to frame one that already exists, as I know from a lifetime on the ‘wrong’ side, in less unfavourable terms than ‘women-born-women’ and the more recent appendage of ‘living as women’ once the trans-exclusionary radical feminists remembered that trans men exist. (Janice Raymond barely mentioned them in The Transsexual Empire but afterthought them into her scheme by saying they were buying into the patriarchy.) Post-transition, I still feel – and I am still made to feel – discomfort with my body and social expectations of it, but nothing like the discomfort that made me seek hormones and surgery. Truthfully, my experiences have been far more complex than the words, categories and theories available to describe them, and historically, attempts to cram the realities of people’s lives into pre-existing belief systems have rarely ended well. In the New Yorker, Michelle Goldberg presents the laments of Jeffreys et al that it’s become harder to hold a trans-exclusionary radical feminist conference in terms that are reminiscent of a 19th century farming community fearing the arrival of the threshing machine. She notes their objection to the TERF acronym as ‘a slur’. (Far nastier than describing elective surgery as ‘mutilation’, obviously.) Originally, the term was intended to acknowledge that radical feminism accommodated differing positions on trans inclusion. The aim in using ‘TERF’ was to discourage rejection of all of the good political theory and work, and often great art, done in or around radical feminism – another problem, not new to Twitter or exclusive to this conflict, is a tendency for people to dismiss an individual or movement because they disagree with just one of their positions. If I applied this to my personal relationships, I wouldn’t have many left – certainly not with my family, and probably not even myself: looking back over old writing, diaries and letters as I wrote my memoir, I was amused by how often I said to myself: Fucking hell, I thought that?


Washington Post reporter Wesley Lowery’s account of being arrested last night in Ferguson

(via theriotmag)

Irma ›

Irma is an intimate musical portrait of Irma Gonzalez, the former world champion of women’s professional wrestling. Filmed in Ciudad Nezahualcóyotl — a notorious district of Mexico City — Irma contradicts everything we have come to expect from stories reported from Mexico. Featuring music written and performed by Ms. Gonzalez, Irma’s story surges with love and deceit, masculine strength, feminine charms, and an extraordinary sense of humor.


Ferguson Police have dogs and shotguns. The unarmed crowd is raising their hands.

For anyone not following the Mike Brown story on Twitter: a 17 year old black boy named Mike Brown, who was supposed to start college tomorrow, was shot to death in Ferguson, Missouri by police while jaywalking. He was unarmed. He was shot 9 times.

Initial media reports claimed that an 18 year old black man had been shot and killed while fleeing police after shoplifting.

People in the neighborhood, including members of Mike Brown’s family, came out of their homes and began to protest, shouting “no justice, no peace,” and keeping their hands in the air.

Media reports claimed that a violent mob quickly formed around the shooting location shouting “kill the police.”

Spread this. Tell the truth about what happened to this boy. Tell the truth about what is happening NOW. The police and the mainstream media is painting him as a criminal, and his community as a violent mob.

SPREAD THIS. Don’t let them lie.


(via untodeath)

Capital in the Twenty-First Century - Review by Hans G Despain - Marx & Philosophy Review of Books ›

This is essentially the best TLDR of Thomas Piketty’s Capital.


'The cool communists'

"What could I change? We have everything - free medical care, free education, free vacations. What else do we need?"


Andre Gorz being hella #doom right now #Marx #hegel #critiqueofeconomicreason

10 questions universities don’t want to be asked at open days ›

Brief thoughts on "art and labour" ›


Sometimes I’m happy that there seems to be a big conversation going on about labour and art - and what the labour in artworks is like. That is important, at least in understanding artworks’ social immersion, that they are inextricably sunken into a context of perennial suffering. But I am worried…


Thurs: CHICKEN HUT PARTY! Bok n’ Roll w:  

    Mary Allen & The Percolators, Puppies, Mr. Andersonic, Willy Gantrim, Desiree Wattis, Snow Orphan + + +

Finally another party at THE CHICKENHUT!

Fun bands in the back, Dance party in the front, Acoustic bands on the roof… cheap dranks, summer sweat, so much hot doggin’… 


Puppies (Brooklyn)
Mary Allen and the Percolatorsl (Minneapolis)
Snow Orphan (CT, Remember the Bike Kill party?!?)
The Sex Rays (Minneapolis)

DJ Dirtyfinger (Black Label, Gold Whistle
Ben robey (Ninjasonik)
James Mulry (Black Label, Random At Tandem) 
Mr. Andersonic (LIVE booty bass)

Summer Sweat by Jamesmulry on Mixcloud

Willy Gantrim
Desiree Wattis

July 3, 2014
7pm $7 169 Spencer St, 4the floor, BROOKLYN (Get Facebooked)

#UtopiaNow #Crisis from the intro to Gorz’s ‘Critique of Economic Reason’ cc @aaronjohnbastani

'Advice From 1 Disciple of Marx to 1 Heidegger Fanatic' by Mario Santiago Papasuiaro #Books #Poetry

#books  #poetry  

Spike Lee’s killer rant about gentrification:

"Then comes the motherfuckin’ Christopher Columbus Syndrome. You can’t discover this! We been here. You just can’t come and bogart. There were brothers playing motherfuckin’ African drums in Mount Morris Park for 40 years and now they can’t do it anymore because the new inhabitants said the drums are loud. My father’s a great jazz musician. He bought a house in nineteen-motherfuckin’-sixty-eight, and the motherfuckin’ people moved in last year and called the cops on my father. He’s not — he doesn’t even play electric bass! It’s acoustic! We bought the motherfuckin’ house in nineteen-sixty-motherfuckin’-eight and now you call the cops? In 2013? Get the fuck outta here!

Nah. You can’t do that. You can’t just come in the neighborhood and start bogarting and say, like you’re motherfuckin’ Columbus and kill off the Native Americans. Or what they do in Brazil, what they did to the indigenous people. You have to come with respect. There’s a code. There’s people.”