stop gaza genocide. 

 

we were walking to the protest for palestine on the quadrangle when we heard voices to the south and turned toward them. on the way i asked a fellow and he said they were moving around. it was too loud for charlie. we looked on the quadrangle and there were zionist banners and it felt creepy. there were no protestors visible. just the propaganda of genocide. no protest necessary for that. 

 

 synchronicities. revelatory circumstantial messages impulsed by the soul.

Princeton hauls off Chris Hedges before he can speak.

 

Princeton University, like most universities around the country, is wildly overreacting from its surveillance of student activists to its rush to criminalize the most tepid forms of dissent. This will only fuel the fires of protest. These universities are frightened, not ultimately by the students, but by the clear moral issues these students raise that expose the moral bankruptcy and complicity in mass murder by all of our leading institutions. What these institutions and those who run them have failed to realize is that there is nothing they can do now. They have been exposed for who and what they are.

 love is the recognition of the underlying unity of all things. 

 are you ready for that final solution? cuz it's comin' to a campus near you.

we went to the quads to see when the protest would be. the security officer didn't know but he said you better wear your leash. he said they were going to prevent another tent city and writing on the walkways. he said people gotta remember, it's hard to explain it to them, but you'll understand—this is private property. but, i say we have to have freedom of speech. oh yeah, but this is private property...and private property trumps freedom of speech.

 

every crisis is an opportunity, and every opportunity is a crisis. divest from israel. divest from cop city.

 

you never know where democracy will go. well, maybe you do.

 

 i read about amina cain in danielle dutton and i remembered i may have met her at home gallery years ago. i think she was a friend of rachel. maybe it was during rachel and my show. i remember asking her about her writing. i remember i was inebriated and embarrassed. seeing how a book directs, can direct, attention to people or other books. i'll read her now. my memory may be an association based on a memory of something i need to revisit.

we recapitulate the crisis, [insofar as crisis is usually associated with and defined in terms of the disruption of the order of things past and the shape of things to come, its usage, application and assumed implications potentially have much to tell us about implicit expectations for the way 'things should be']-sage journal, we cobble together our common uncommon reality. 

service is an attitude of the soul.

 

energy follows thought and the eye directs the energy.

 

 thought forms can be conscious or unconscious. on the dissimilarity of the similar. i read danielle dutton, prairie, dresses, art, other. she directed me to viktor shklovsky. what is it we want to manifest. i think of the students protesting for peace and justice. in this crisis time, the burning ground, we're all being tested. service is an act of being.

 word of the day, estrangement.

suicide is at an all time high, and i can see why. the government is insane. students are being terrorized for trying to stop genocide.

 i dream of swimming in an underwater forest. i'm dreaming it now because if i dream it asleep i'll forget. already i'm not sure if i read about it in a book i borrowed. it doesn't matter though, i'll pass it on. 

 machines for thinking don't think. it's hard to think and machines are no help. machines don't listen either. it's we who can't help but listen to machines.

 mostly i smell exhaust, and my eyes get dry and squinty, which causes my brow to furrow, and my frontal lobe to atrophy. i think the air has smelled of exhaust for some time now, and i know i've written about it before, how the smell of exhaust exhausts me. i smell perfume also and tree blossoms and when i put my nose to the dogs they smell like dogs. sometimes i think i might have olfactory hallucinations, but i know they're true.

late stage empire—the oligarch in the park.

 

 today, after i wondered yesterday at the silence on the quadrangles, i hear they're having a protest rally for palestine tomorrow.

 

goose egg falulu.

drinky lu.

 The roots of Cop City can be traced to the Israeli Urban Warfare Training Center (UWTC), nicknamed “Mini Gaza,” funded with $45 million from the U.S. These training centers are more than mere facilities; they are live testing grounds for strategies deployed against marginalized peoples, whether in occupied Palestine or predominantly Black, working-class, and undocumented communities in Atlanta. The design of these centers reflects a brutal exchange of methodologies that exacerbate violence against oppressed populations to expand and maintain power and domination through any means necessary.

Narek Boyajian and Jadelynn Zhang

 love to abubaker abed. 

the tactic of wanton destruction will never work. 

the resistance is growing!

 

holding each other's hands, we ask what each other knows.

 

the students transcend the deadly regime.
the students dangerously dream.

 

american land grab, dream, nightmare, dream. the university is
a microcosm of the colonial empire.

 

we dream of life.   

-abubaker abed

 

it's beyond criminal. it's evil.

 

i hope the collapse come before the new stadium gets built.

 

 i saw a sign at the student protest that said solidality. i thought it was a misprint but then i looked it up and i wonder if it was a combined word from solidarity and sodality? any hoo. the word of the day is solidality.

 how long did the pledge go on? i remember it all through grade school at least. i can still feel my butt on the hard wood seat. being the only one left sitting. it seemed so long that song. i hated the sound. i wanted to crawl out of my skin. i saw the birds through the window on the playground eating snacks. the freight train chugging slowly past. the past stops there in my mind. on recess we wandered onto the tracks and an old coot ran us off saying he'd put his foot up our ass. later i hopped freights from carbondale to chicago, covered in coal dust, and got chased by rail police and locals calling us river rats. 

why do the rulers kill people? is that what they are paid to do?

 

find ways of being captured by beauty.

what is beauty?

 this country is not what it they told us. they lied to us for so long, evil stalks the forsaken land. and it's on us. we didn't want to think, we wanted to believe. now we're waking up to reality. our rulers are psychotic. we're waking up in a house on fire in humanity's burning ground.

 charlie loves oscar.

 israel is still committing mass murder with american weapons of mass destruction with the whole world watching. 

 after blank years i agreed to see the dentist and then the dentist quit and i got scared and then learned the substitute dentist has 2 golden retrievers. ok.

 i started school at 4 and 1/2. i was unready and i was terrified. by third grade i refused to say the pledge. amazingly they left me alone and i graduated without honors.