February 28, 2009
1968: Effects Of Repression And Segregation....
'For us blacks in particular this is a nightmare proposition. When this standard, this criterion for the measurement of individual merit and worth in this society is applied to us, measured against our standing or holdings, we cannot help but come out with a very low opinion of ourselves. From the womb to the tomb this plays in our minds. We are not worth more than the amount of capital we can raise. That is why you see blacks pretending to be doing all right. That is why a black man will buy a new car (status symbol) before he will buy food for his child or clothes for his wife.
And again with blacks this whole thing goes even deeper. No man or group of men have been more denuded of their self-respect, none in history have been more terrorized, suppressed, repressed, and denied male expression in relating to Robert. As I said before, he is going through a breakout. He is trying to get back. He wants to express himself after years of being a vegtable. As with most of the men of our community, he is just starting to feel his strength now. But soon this will build into a rage, "and when I rage, I rage unbounding." Don't interfere with that thing.....'
And again with blacks this whole thing goes even deeper. No man or group of men have been more denuded of their self-respect, none in history have been more terrorized, suppressed, repressed, and denied male expression in relating to Robert. As I said before, he is going through a breakout. He is trying to get back. He wants to express himself after years of being a vegtable. As with most of the men of our community, he is just starting to feel his strength now. But soon this will build into a rage, "and when I rage, I rage unbounding." Don't interfere with that thing.....'
February 25, 2009
Any Type Of Stimulus Other Than Sexual, Is Purely Masturbation....
Laissez faire, telle devrait être la devise de toute puissance publique, depuis que le monde est civilisé.... Détestable principe que celui de ne vouloir grandir que par l'abaissement de nos voisins! Il n'y a que la méchanceté et la malignité du coeur de satisfaites dans ce principe, et l’intérêt y est opposé. Laissez faire, morbleu! Laissez faire!!
(Leave them be, that should be the motto of every public authority, according to which the world is civilized..... A detestable principle that which would not wish us to grow except by lowering our neighbors! There is nothing but mischief and malignity of heart in those satisfied with that principle, and interest is opposed to it. Leave them be, damn it! Leave them be!)
(Leave them be, that should be the motto of every public authority, according to which the world is civilized..... A detestable principle that which would not wish us to grow except by lowering our neighbors! There is nothing but mischief and malignity of heart in those satisfied with that principle, and interest is opposed to it. Leave them be, damn it! Leave them be!)
Foreign Affairs;
a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car."
February 21, 2009
Lucky 13....
Baldur was the son of Friga, the Queen of the Norse gods. Baldur was the most beautiful of the gods, and he was also gentle, fair, and wise. Wherever he went, people were happy just at the sight of him. He was not only the favorite of his mother, but the favorite of all the other gods.
One night, Baldur dreamed three dreams. Each dream was more terrible than the one before it. In the third dream, he found himself in a dark, lonely place. He heard a sad voice cry, 'The sun is gone! The spring is gone! Joy is gone! For Baldur, the beautiful, dead!'
The young god was very upset. He told his lovely wife, Nanna, about these sad and terrifying dreams. Nanna ran weeping to Queen Friga saying, ' Oh, mother this must not come true!' Queen Friga was deeply frightened. But she spoke and said, 'Do not fear, Nanna. Baldur is so dear to all the world how could anything hurt him?'
But Queen Friga was firghtened. She thought of a plan. 'I will travel all the world and make each and everything promise not to hurt dear Baldur'. First she went to the gods themselves. From the trees and plants, from the stones, and the metals; from earth, air, fire and water, from sun, snow, wind and rain; and from all the diseases that men knew - every creature and every thing promised not to hurt Baldur.
At last, the weary and joyful Queen returned to Asgard, home of the gods. All the gods were relieved. One in fact, even suggested they play a game which would show how wrong the dreams had been. They would put Baldur at one end of a field, and all the guests at the other. They would each shoot object at Baldur to prove that every object had promised to not hurt dear Baldur.
They placed Baldur at one end of the field, and as he stood there in all his smiling beauty, unarmed, the other gods took turns firing arrows at him, hurling their arrows against him, throwing sticks and stones against him, and each fell harmless at Baldurs feet.
But among the crowd was one who did not smile. Loki, the crafy one, Loke the evil one. Loki did not laugh and cheer like the others. Lokie was filled with jealous anger and malice. Baldur had never done harm, yet Lokie hated hime; for Loki knew full well that no one in the world loved him they same way that they loved Baldur. An evil plan took shape in Loki's mind. Loki disguised himself as on old woman and made his way to Queen Friga. Upon encountering the Queen he asked ' Good day m'lay, what is all that noise and exictement in the field?'.
The Queen replied that is was a festival to prove the promise that ever creature and thing on earth had made to not hurt Baldur. Loki (as the old woman) pretened to be surprised and asked; 'Every creature and thing on earth?' Queen Friga replied; 'The only thing that hasn't promised is the littel misletoe. It is so small, that I did not bother to ask.'
Loki next approached Baldur's blind brother Hod. He had broken off a piece of small misletoe and whittled it down to a small, sharened arrow. He asked Hod, 'Why aren't you participating in this event to honour thy brother. If you cannot see, I will help you see. Just throw one small stick.' Hod replied this would be most acceptable if the old lady would help guide his throw. So Loki agreed and aimed the small arrow right for Baldur's heart, throwing the arrow and striking Baldur right in the hear. Baldur fell to the ground instantly......
Loki was the 13th guest....
One night, Baldur dreamed three dreams. Each dream was more terrible than the one before it. In the third dream, he found himself in a dark, lonely place. He heard a sad voice cry, 'The sun is gone! The spring is gone! Joy is gone! For Baldur, the beautiful, dead!'
The young god was very upset. He told his lovely wife, Nanna, about these sad and terrifying dreams. Nanna ran weeping to Queen Friga saying, ' Oh, mother this must not come true!' Queen Friga was deeply frightened. But she spoke and said, 'Do not fear, Nanna. Baldur is so dear to all the world how could anything hurt him?'
But Queen Friga was firghtened. She thought of a plan. 'I will travel all the world and make each and everything promise not to hurt dear Baldur'. First she went to the gods themselves. From the trees and plants, from the stones, and the metals; from earth, air, fire and water, from sun, snow, wind and rain; and from all the diseases that men knew - every creature and every thing promised not to hurt Baldur.
At last, the weary and joyful Queen returned to Asgard, home of the gods. All the gods were relieved. One in fact, even suggested they play a game which would show how wrong the dreams had been. They would put Baldur at one end of a field, and all the guests at the other. They would each shoot object at Baldur to prove that every object had promised to not hurt dear Baldur.
They placed Baldur at one end of the field, and as he stood there in all his smiling beauty, unarmed, the other gods took turns firing arrows at him, hurling their arrows against him, throwing sticks and stones against him, and each fell harmless at Baldurs feet.
But among the crowd was one who did not smile. Loki, the crafy one, Loke the evil one. Loki did not laugh and cheer like the others. Lokie was filled with jealous anger and malice. Baldur had never done harm, yet Lokie hated hime; for Loki knew full well that no one in the world loved him they same way that they loved Baldur. An evil plan took shape in Loki's mind. Loki disguised himself as on old woman and made his way to Queen Friga. Upon encountering the Queen he asked ' Good day m'lay, what is all that noise and exictement in the field?'.
The Queen replied that is was a festival to prove the promise that ever creature and thing on earth had made to not hurt Baldur. Loki (as the old woman) pretened to be surprised and asked; 'Every creature and thing on earth?' Queen Friga replied; 'The only thing that hasn't promised is the littel misletoe. It is so small, that I did not bother to ask.'
Loki next approached Baldur's blind brother Hod. He had broken off a piece of small misletoe and whittled it down to a small, sharened arrow. He asked Hod, 'Why aren't you participating in this event to honour thy brother. If you cannot see, I will help you see. Just throw one small stick.' Hod replied this would be most acceptable if the old lady would help guide his throw. So Loki agreed and aimed the small arrow right for Baldur's heart, throwing the arrow and striking Baldur right in the hear. Baldur fell to the ground instantly......
Loki was the 13th guest....
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Have I Told You I Hate You Today?
"for some people, solitude and isolation can, of itself become a problem"
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July 28, 1967; (excerpt)
Dear Georgia,
........
Neither has it ever satisfied my hunger of body or mind. The author of my hunger, the architect of the circumstantial pressures which are the sole cause of my ills will find no peace, in this existence or the next, or the one following that; never, never. I'll dog his trail to infinity. I hope I never will feel I've loved for the thing that causes insufferable pain. What I do feel is the urge to resist, resist, and never stop resisting or even think of stopping my resistance until victory falls to me.
Extreme, perhaps, but involved is my self-determination, and control of the environment upon which my existence depends, and the existence of my father, mother, Delora's and Penny's sons, and all that I feel tied to. We are in an extreme situation.
I didn't creat this impasse. I had to do with the arrival of matters at this destructive end, as you infer. Did I colonize, kidnap, make war on myself, destroy my own institutions, enslave myself, steal my identity and then, being reduced to nothing, invent a competitive economy knowing that I cannot compete? Sounds very foolish, but this is what you propose when you place the blame on me or on "us". It was a fool who created this monster, one unaccustomed to power and its use, a foolish man grown heady with power and made drunk, dizzy drunk for the hot air that inflates his ego. I am his his victim, born innocent, a total product of my surroundings. Everything that I am, I developed into because of circumstantial and situational pressures. I was born knowing nothing; necessity and environment formed me, and everyone like me. Please accord me at least the social morality that spings from its contorted brain center. I'm through with weakness and cowardice. I've trained it out. Let come what comes. I can never delude myself into thinking that I love my enemies. I can hardly do any worse than I am doing now; if worst comes to worst that's all right, I'll just continue the fight in hell.
........
Neither has it ever satisfied my hunger of body or mind. The author of my hunger, the architect of the circumstantial pressures which are the sole cause of my ills will find no peace, in this existence or the next, or the one following that; never, never. I'll dog his trail to infinity. I hope I never will feel I've loved for the thing that causes insufferable pain. What I do feel is the urge to resist, resist, and never stop resisting or even think of stopping my resistance until victory falls to me.
Extreme, perhaps, but involved is my self-determination, and control of the environment upon which my existence depends, and the existence of my father, mother, Delora's and Penny's sons, and all that I feel tied to. We are in an extreme situation.
I didn't creat this impasse. I had to do with the arrival of matters at this destructive end, as you infer. Did I colonize, kidnap, make war on myself, destroy my own institutions, enslave myself, steal my identity and then, being reduced to nothing, invent a competitive economy knowing that I cannot compete? Sounds very foolish, but this is what you propose when you place the blame on me or on "us". It was a fool who created this monster, one unaccustomed to power and its use, a foolish man grown heady with power and made drunk, dizzy drunk for the hot air that inflates his ego. I am his his victim, born innocent, a total product of my surroundings. Everything that I am, I developed into because of circumstantial and situational pressures. I was born knowing nothing; necessity and environment formed me, and everyone like me. Please accord me at least the social morality that spings from its contorted brain center. I'm through with weakness and cowardice. I've trained it out. Let come what comes. I can never delude myself into thinking that I love my enemies. I can hardly do any worse than I am doing now; if worst comes to worst that's all right, I'll just continue the fight in hell.
George
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