Every daring attempt to make a great change in existing conditions, every lofty vision of new possibilities for the human race, has been labeled Utopian.

Emma Goldman

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  • What they say: I'm OK.
  • What they really mean: The continuing expansion of capitalist command over the entirety of the social order means that exploitation and atomisation are the two dominative facets of my existence.
Collective movements for social justice do not gain traction through niceness. American women did not gain the right to vote by skipping down Pennsylvania Avenue while whistling cute songs about suffrage: they picketed, they marched, they yelled, they were arrested. Abusive partners and rapists will not be stopped by women having heart-to-hearts with their violators over coffee, because ghosts cannot talk and broken fingers cannot lift a latte. The patriarchy cannot be shattered by good vibes. In order to bring about change, old and oppressive structures must be destroyed. Destruction is not negative if what will grow from the rubble is something that will create a safer, healthier, stronger society.

Feminism is Not “The F Word” — Seventh Grove

Yahoo! CEO Marissa Mayer said she doesn’t identify as a feminist because feminism is “too negative.” Here’s what I have to say about that…

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broken fingers cannot lift a latte is going to stick with me.

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So I just saw an EXCELLENT performance of Les Mis at a local theatre; it was mostly perfect and I am stating that as a fact.  It was also on Easter, and the symbolism of that timing was NOT LOST on me.  On a related note, I am currently experiencing a lot of feelings.  I will make a longer post about the show sometime tomorrow, but for now I will leave you with the image of Marius tripping into Cosette’s garden so that for a moment, all that is visible of The Pontmercy is a trousered leg sticking out from a mass of ivy.  For now, I’m off to sleep, and more importantly, to see if my emotions still function.

I read interesting things: 4/13-4/19

Here are some interesting articles I read this week.

"The Minimum Wage Worker Strikes Back" (Medium)  In St. Louis and around the country, fast food workers are organizing for a living wage.

"Attacking the Stream" (Dissent) Twitter as a platform for marginalized voices.

"Diversity Is Not Enough: Race, Power, Publishing" (BuzzFeed)  An author discusses racism in the publishing industry.

"The Grand American Tradition of Violent White Supremacy" (Truthdig)  Amy Goodman (of Democracy Now!) on the U.S. government’s refusal to view right-wing hate groups as serious threats.

"Death from Above: How American Drone Strikes Are Devastating Yemen" (Rolling Stone)  A very disturbing report on the effects that U.S. drone strikes are having on the people of Yemen.

And here is an archive of animal-liberation and radical environmentalist publications from the 80s and 90s.

*whispers* Hello citizen may I join the literature analysis?

YES, please join!  All are welcome!  I just reblogged an information post about it for you.  If you have any more questions about the specifics of how to do a readalong, feel free to ask me, or ask pilferingapples, since she is the great Organizer of Readalongs and will gladly answer your questions.

I love that your choices are basically “Do I geek out officially? Or SOCIALLY?” You are a fantastic person, and seriously, the re-read’s gonna last 93 days; YOU WILL HAVE SOME TIME TO CATCH UP. Rock those exams!:D

THANK YOU, YOU ARE A LOVELY PERSON TOO.  And yes, that’s generally the life choice I’m faced with.  Do I read about history for SCHOOL, or do I read about history because IT IS FUN? But seriously, I’m so glad about all the times I chose Brick!club over homework, because I’ve realized that analyzing the Brick was actually excellent practice for analyzing 19th-century literature in English class.  Look at me making good life decisions. 

Readalong Reminder Post!

pilferingapples:

Tomorrow is the start of the group chapter-a-day  readalong of Victor Hugo’s Ninety-Three!

Here on Tumblr it’ll operate just like Brick!club did: read the day’s chapter, post about it using the group tag (in your first five tags, remember!): clubninetythree     !  Just like Brick!club, anyone who does the reading is welcome to post, whether it’s just for one chapter or every day! Just read along and be kind and friendly to fellow club members.

We also have a Dreamwidth Community, for those who’d prefer that option! On DW there’ll be a single master post for each day’s chapter, and everyone’s encouraged to post their day’s post there as well, or comment on other people’s posts, or make ENTIRELY DIFFERENT daily posts! Other book-relevant discussion and links are also welcome there! I know a lot of people wanted more threaded LJ-Type discussion back when Brick!club was starting, so if you’re in that number, Club93 on Dreamwidth is HERE FOR YOU this time!

See everyone tomorrow, with chapter 1.1!:D

Reblogging for the citizen who asked me about the readalong!  Ninety-three is available online in both French and English.  All contributions to the barricade clubninetythree tag are welcome.  

Should I read and analyze 19-century literature with my internet comrades, or pass AP exams?  This is…probably a more difficult decision than it should be.  I can’t join the Ninety-Three readalong quite yet, because I already do not sleep, but I hereby swear a solemn vow that I will join your barricade by MAY 15.  I would love to participate sooner, but unfortunately high school is a thing that exists.

marcgruninger:

seen and snapped in New Orleans Neighborhood.
© marc gruninger 2014

marcgruninger:

seen and snapped in New Orleans Neighborhood.

© marc gruninger 2014

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redplebeian:

Album 2 of political murals from Belfast

This is the year that squatters evict landlords,

gazing like admirals from the rail

of the roof-deck

or levitating hands in praise

of steam in the shower;

this is the year

that shawled refugees deport judges

who stare at the floor

and their swollen feet

as files are stamped

with their destination;

this is the year that police revolvers,

stove-hot, blister the fingers

of raging cops,

and nightsticks splinter

in their palms;

this is the year

that dark-skinned men

lynched a century ago

return to sip coffee quietly

with the apologizing descendants

of their executioners.

This is the year that those

who swim the border’s undertow

and shiver in boxcars

are greeted with trumpets and drums

at the first railroad crossing

on the other side;

this is the year that the hands

pulling tomatoes from the vine

uproot the deed to the earth that sprouts the vine,

the hands canning tomatoes

are named in the will

that owns the bedlam of the cannery;

this is the year that the eyes

stinging from the poison that purifies toilets

awaken at last to the sight of a rooster-loud hillside,

pilgrimage of immigrant birth;

this is the year that cockroaches

become extinct, that no doctor

finds a roach embedded

in the ear of an infant;

this is the year that the food stamps

of adolescent mothers

are auctioned like gold doubloons,

and no coin is given to buy machetes

for the next bouquet of severed heads

in coffee plantation country.

If the abolition of slave-manacles

began as a vision of hands without manacles,

then this is the year;

if the shutdown of extermination camps

began as imagination of a land

without barbed wire or the crematorium,

then this is the year;

if every rebellion begins with the idea

that conquerors on horseback

are not many-legged gods, that they too drown

if plunged in the river

then this is the year.

So may every humiliated mouth,

teeth like desecrated headstones,

fill with the angels of bread.

Martín Espada, “Imagine the Angels of Bread” (via amodernmanifesto)

megachikorita:

you kids these days with your rapidly growing concern for the state of the world and your knowledge of important issues at increasingly younger ages despite having been told your opinions don’t matter by the adults who put you in these situations

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I'm Lane and this is my revolution blog.

Student revolutionary. Anticapitalist, militant environmentalist, feminist. Les Mis fanperson and Enjolras devotee. Modern-day Actual Romantic. Genderqueer (pronouns are xe/xir), asexual, gray-aromantic. In a relationship with the revolution. Has a vague ambition in the direction of art.

"I would rather have revolutionary plots on my table than diamonds on my neck." --Emma Goldman

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