Tuesday, November 24, 2009

bataille

Formless

A dictionary begins when it no longer gives the meaning of words, but their tasks. Thus formless is not only an adjective having a given meaning, but a term that serves to bring things down in the world, generally requiring that each thing have its form. What it designates has no rights in any sense and gets itself squashed everywhere, like a spider or an earthworm. In fact, for academic men to be happy, the universe would have to take shape. All of philosophy has no other goal: it is a matter of giving a frock coat to what is, a mathematical frock coat. On the other hand, affirming that the universe resembles nothing and is only formless amounts to saying that the universe is something like a spider or spit.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

???

Please pardon my taking shots at Noam Chomsky of all people. These glaring, even bizarre contradictions in his thinking have me vexed. (Not surprisingly, they arise in connection with his "positive" agenda moving forward.) The Left can claim great critics of capitalism, but few visionaries in the sense of articulating (and actually building) a better world.

Chomsky is an Anarchist... an Anarchist who supports strong centralized government... Now I understand that he sees government as a temporary bulwark against corporate tyranny, and that ultimately he envisions overthrowing the shackles of all authority -- corporate power, government power, etc. But how can I bolster government against the corporate form if I follow Chomsky's oft-repeated encouragement... NOT TO VOTE?

I'm asking... and rethinking all this lefty b.s.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Hey All - here's tomorrow's program...


REPORT AND MARILYN X 5 by Bruce Connor

STORY OF THE EYE by Brian Gonzalez

BAD RONALD by Buz Kulik

AMBULANCE by Larry Cohen

Sunday, November 1, 2009

the ballad of sacco and vanzetti


Father, yes I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame.

And now I'll tell you what's against us
An art that's lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find
What's blackened all of history
Against us is the law
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the law!
Police know how to make a man
A guilty or an innocent
Against us is the power of police!
The shameless lies that men have told
Will ever more paid in gold
Against us is the power of the gold!
Against us is the racial hatred
And the simple fact that we're poor.

My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don't be ashamed to tell my crime
The crime of love and brotherhood
And only silence is shame.

With me I have my love, my innocence,
The workers and the poor
For all of this I'm safe and strong
And hope is mine
Rebellion, revolution, don't need dollars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, light and love
And care for every human being
You never steal, you never kill
You are a part of strength and life
The revolution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I look at the stars
That we are children of life
Death
is small.