persistant partial visions

With whose blood were my eyes carved?

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I was Nabokov’s ideal recipient, in that I read for beauty and would rather burn a book than deconstruct it, but if I’d had to say Lolita was about anything other than love destroyed, I would have said it was a biography of Britney Spears.
this quote too, by snp, made a connection i cant believe i had yet to see. spears as out latter day lolita. brilliant.  (via anaceciliaalvarez)

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The unity achieved in 1802 between blacks and people of color [in Haiti] was predicated on opposition to a common enemy who was no longer making distinctions among those of African descent, whether loyal or rebellious, rich or poor, former slave or former slave-owner. The joining of the two groups was symolized most clearly in the flag the leaders of the ‘indigenous army’ chose in early 1804 that removed the white from the French tricolor… through their brutality, whites had forfeited their right to be included in the new political community being forged in Saint-Domingue.
Laurent Dubois — Avenging America

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The Blum Center Takeover Manifesto

notonapolitano:

The Blum Center Takeover Manifesto

The Blum Center Take-over group calls for:

1) The resignation of Janet Napolitano.

2) For UC Berkeley Chancellor Dirks to publicly renounce Janet Napolitano.

3) For all those in solidarity to cancel classes tomorrow (Friday, Feb 13), and for people to build…

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shrinkrants:



You see, that’s why I really work like a dog, and I worked like a dog all my life. I am not interested in the academic status of what I am doing because my problem is my own transformation … This transformation of one’s self by one’s own knowledge is, I think, something rather close to the aesthetic experience. Why should a painter work if he is not transformed by his own painting?

— Michel Foucault (via azspot)

shrinkrants:

You see, that’s why I really work like a dog, and I worked like a dog all my life. I am not interested in the academic status of what I am doing because my problem is my own transformation … This transformation of one’s self by one’s own knowledge is, I think, something rather close to the aesthetic experience. Why should a painter work if he is not transformed by his own painting?
— Michel Foucault (via azspot)

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To become oneself, however, is to become something concrete. The development must accordingly consist in infinitely coming away from oneself, in an infinitizing of the self, and in infinitely coming back to oneself in the finitization. If, on the other hand, the self does not become itself, then it is in despair, whether it knows it or not. Yet, a self, every moment it exists, is in a process of becoming.
Soren Kierkegaard, The Sickness unto Death (via lecollecteur)

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