He is taking a course on Marxist ideology.
He says, “The only real solution is to smash the system and start again.”
His thumb is caressing the most bourgeois copy of the communist manifesto that I have ever seen,
He bought it at Barnes and Noble for twenty-nine U.S. American dollars and ninety-nine cents,
Its hard cover shows a dark man with a scarved face
Waving a gigantic red flag against a fictional smoky background.
The matte finish is fucking gorgeous.
He wants to be congratulated for paying Harvard sixty thousand dollars
To teach him that the system is unfair.
He pulls his iPhone from his imported Marino wool jacket, and leaves.

What people can’t possibly tell from the footage on TV
Is that the water cannon feels like getting whipped with a burning switch.
Where I come from, they fill it with sewer water and hope that they get you in the face with your mouth open
So that the hepatitis will keep you in bed for the next protest.
What you can’t tell from Harvard square,
Is that when the tear gas bursts from nowhere to everywhere all at once,
It scrapes your insides like barbed wire, sawing at your lungs.
Tear gas is such a benign term for it,
If you have never breathed it in you would think it was a nostalgic experience.
What you can’t learn at Barnes and Noble,
Is that when they rush you, survival is to run,
I am never as fast as when the police are chasing me.
I know what happens to women in the holding cells down there and yet…
We still do it.

I inherited my communist manifesto,
It has no cover—
Because my mother ripped it off when she hid it in the dust jacket of “Don Quixote”
The day before the soldiers destroyed her apartment,
Looking for subversive propaganda.
She burned the cover, could not bring herself to burn the pages,
Hoped to God the soldiers couldn’t read,
They never found it.
So she was not killed for it, but her body bore the scars of the torture chamber,
For wanting her children to have a better life than she did,
Don’t talk to me about revolution.

I know what the price of smashing the system really is, my people already tried that.
The price of uprise is paid in blood,
And not Harvard blood.
The blood that ran through the streets of Santiago,
The blood thrown alive from Argentine helicopters into the Atlantic.

It is easy to say “revolution” from the comfort of a New England library.

It is easy to offer flesh to the cause,
When it is not yours to give.

Catalina Ferro, “Manifesto” (via dialecticsof)

I feel like people do need to remember that there is a very real, very painful, very human element to the word “revolution”.

(via nuanced-subversion)

asylum-art:

Nychos The Weird,  “Street Anatomy”

Artist on Tumblr | on Behance  | Instagram | Flickr: RABBIT EYE MOVEMENT

Beautiful paintings and street art creations by Austrian artist NYCHOS The Weird bursting with talent his characters to expose their anatomy layer by layer …

lurid-curiosities:

Vévé of various Loa of the Voodoo religion.

lurid-curiosities:

Vévé of various Loa of the Voodoo religion.

whimsy-cat:

Handmade crowns by Elemental Child.

vmagazine:

'Seeking Aether' (experimental garment collection): InAisce FW 13/14 Men's Collection featuring South Sudanese refugee and former child soldier turned actor, model and activist Ger Duany  - video link

stilllifequickheart:

Ohara Shōson
Cockatoo and Pomegranate 
20th century

stilllifequickheart:

Ohara Shōson

Cockatoo and Pomegranate

20th century

glossylalia:

winecat

We Are Golden
MIKA - The Boy Who Knew Too Much

smallvagina:

Perfect “jumping up and down on your bed with a hairbrush as a mic” song

 

 


Abandoned Victorian Style Greenhouse, Villa Maria, in northern Italy near Lake Como. Photo taken in 1985 by Friedhelm Thomas

Abandoned Victorian Style Greenhouse, Villa Maria, in northern Italy near Lake Como. Photo taken in 1985 by Friedhelm Thomas

bedofproses:

scientists tell us that all water

is old water,

that there is no room for originality,

that everything is recycled.

the anguish of Achilles bleeding out

face-down in the Trojan dirt

mingles with that of a stockbroker caught

in the ebb and flow of the markets,

and what I am trying to say is that the tears

navigating south through the canyons on your face

may have once wet the cheeks

of Alexander the Great

for the same reason.

veganasana:

carlosofthecosmos:

lavagatrabajadoble:

STAND WITH SURVIVORS AT COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY

ANTE UP COLUMBIA!!!!!!!

YOOO

veganasana:

carlosofthecosmos:

lavagatrabajadoble:

STAND WITH SURVIVORS AT COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY

ANTE UP COLUMBIA!!!!!!!

YOOO

unagiornatauggiosa:

Light Walls House

Located in Toyokawa city, the “Light Walls House” is a wooden house imagined by Japanese studio mA-style architects. White, minimalist and decorated with plants, this building has a structure which allows the light to reflect on the ground and on the walls in order to create patterns thanks to a trick of shadows and rays.

via Fubiz