Olive Palestine, Cats for Peace.

 In The Castle, finally, the protagonist is neither persecuted nor expelled: he is simply kept out. Power exists, but it cannot be reached. It is present everywhere and accessible nowhere.

Ismaele

 He did not foresee a regime. He foresaw a condition. And that condition, even today, is the unsettling feeling of being able to enter a process without knowing when, how, or why we will emerge from it.

Kafka does not describe monsters. He describes systems.

-Ismaele

 this is post 49,909. there's something rather magical about duration, gnome sane.

 We are faced with a power we cannot comprehend.

 The day after memorial day the empire wars continue.

 Wherever hope and change meet is the epicenter of the empire.

 olive sneaks up behind and gives dug a zen tap on the head.

 He's an actor, portraying a president, selling a brand called America.

 

israel terrorizes the people of the global sumud. will it ever end? how will it ever end? what will stop the global terror state?

 Memorial day gets loud. Sirens and fierce machines and things exploding in the park. We saw a documentary film about John and Yoko in the 1970's. I miss John. It's such a violent forsaken country. It makes my heart weep.

 Memorial day Falulu. It's pretty quiet in the hood. The Obamachron's a ghost town. I found Planes Flying Over a Monster by Daniel Saldaña París in Sara Paretsky's Little Library. There was a pipeline burst by a fiber optic dig in Los Angeles. Angels hear our plea for peace.

 do you struggle with focus? is your brain a little wonky? pleas don't say it's just me. i found the book the last samurai in the library downstairs and figured maybe it's a sign from god. i tried it years ago in my studio apartment and put it down. lately i tried her new book and put it down. now the last samurai doesn't seem as off-putting, maybe because my library queue has halted, and maybe my brain changed. something's in the air these days i can't put my finger on. reductio ad absurdum it occurs to me.

 israel has erased sixty percent of gaza, forcing the living east toward the sea. memorial day for the dead of empire.

the global sumud land convoy is headed for gaza, and stan wawrinka is playing the 4th set of his last tournament in paris. 

it seems like it would be impossible to imagine this world, but we do.

repeat. cats for peace. repeat.

 We saw The Bride last night. It was phantasmagorical, wildly kinetic, fueled by Mary Shelley's disquiet beyond the grave. It's so intense it's hard to say much about the meaning, but you feel it, viscerally. It will be interesting to see where Maggie Gyllenhaal goes next, after The Lost Daughter, and The Bride. 

 Olive loves Rain.

 interesting. what's it about?

If I had a gravestone I'd like it to be like Herman Ruhle's.

 

the lamb stones soften in time and lichen.

dead bee in fog window. tower of obamachron disappears.
 

 

Those who remember God while standing, sitting, and lying on their sides, and ponder over the creation of the heavens and the earth: ‘Our Lord, Thou hast not created this in vain; nay, Holy art Thou; save us, then, from the punishment of the Fire.

Whosoever killed a person... it shall be as if he had killed all mankind; and whoso gave life to one, it shall be as if he had given life to all mankind.

The Qur'an

 The private ownership of the planet by elite strata must be brought to an end if we are to survive the afflictions it has imposed on the biotic world, particularly as a result of a society structured around limitless growth.

Murray Bookchin 

 Erich Fromm wrote about negative freedom, freedom from. When we think about America and Americans we think about freedom to. Right about now we're thinking about freedom from America, while we're living in it, and in order to have freedom from America, just like other countries, we have to resist it, but how, there are many ways, but freedom begins with resistance to tyranny without, and liberation within.

 Here's a nest on a grave in the old jewish graveyard. The first time we went there trees had fallen and crushed some stones and it was all gothic and overgrown. Then Libman came and cleared the space. Libmans are buried there. Birds are soul messengers between earth and heaven. Before and after seem to be the same time.

 

 Be pleased, be gracious, be content, be at peace, make an offering to the dead in accord with the the proper order of the universe.

 Some people don't want to remember some people. Some people are forgotten. Some people are ghosts of themselves. Some people are ghosted.

 These days in memory of other days days dreamed unremembered remember these memorial days.

 A moment later the rain came. The crane's still extended. The window they removed yesterday is red. There must be something they want to lift up and through the red window.

 The Obamas are out of the box for memorial day. It's a hard rain.

 Somebody said this is why Obama doesn't come around here much anymore. That's a laugh, like my posts had the power to drive Obama away. That's a  fantasy I never entertained.

 As I grow tired of documenting the land grab Obamachron perhaps I'll be increasingly documenting the graveyard. 

 memorial weekend.

 

 wait not waiting. wait for something to happen and then it does and you feel foolish because why but there's something to the waiting. it's a mystery when you don't even know quite what is happening. duration is a kind of accomplishment.

 Anti-Zionism and anti-Semitism are not the same thing, and they are not substitutable for each other. We are anti-Zionist Jews because we maintain the original, internal, steadfast, Jewish opposition to the precepts of Zionism, and to the actions of the resulting ethnocentric state.

The International Jewish Labor Bund

 This is post #875. Welcome. I am glad you are here. Whatever shape our life takes, it's a journey. We're going back to the graveyard today. We haven't met anyone there when they were alive but I feel like we're among friends, and today I hope we decide the place to be for Joseph and Trudy.

 that baby guy stone is beautiful and brings tears to my eyes. my blue freets feel like coffee yarn angels floating me along the surface of earth just barely tethered by caffein and blue yarns and r. and olive and my favored stones.