The night Obama was elected, Jesse Jackson cried. That was before. After that he was disgusted.

 2.022    Clearly, any world we can conceive of—however much it might diverge from the real world—must have something, a form, in common with the real world.

Ludwig Wittgenstein

Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

 We're gonna miss Jesse Jackson. I remember a guy thought this park was named for Jesse. I told him, no, it was the other Jackson, Andrew, the enslaver. Well, it should have been renamed for Jesse. But now it's Obama's park, still under the enslaver's name. Jesse was for Palestine. Obama considered him a threat because Obama wanted to win over the zionist lobby and Wall Street, so he pushed Jesse out. Jesse was disgusted with Obama constantly lecturing black people during the financial crash and the housing crisis. Now he's refusing community benefits, gentrifying the south side. Jesse said Obama was talking down to black people. 

 Pfft, what a farce. I call it the Board of Epstein Class and its Quislings. Admittedly, the Board of Peace sounds better. God help us. 

 Gaza is an inflection point. People are waking up. They know now that this so-called democracy is a global death machine.

How things are is a fact.

Ludwig Wittgenstein

Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

 It shall be a playground for the oligarchs.

 I just read that Israel has the largest skin bank in the world. I can't unread that.

 Tatort Fort. It was there to be taken, because it was there, it was a Tatsache, before the fact, an action-fact. The consequent concrete world's built with such facts. 

 Trudy was smiling today, in a happy loop. Sleepy but wanting us to stay. R. read Sea of Grass. I read Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus. It was good to read in Trudy's room.

The world is everything there is.

Ludwig Wittgenstein
Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

 

 Monopoly playhouse falulu. We saw two guys in an intersection and one guy came toward us as we were crossing and said Hello, sir, how are you. My baby brother got killed. I said I'm sorry! and kept walking. R. said it's a scam in the neighborhood. I'm glad I had Lulu and my antennae raised. At the same time the zionist axis is threatening to destroy Iran. The wind is insane, rather it makes us feel insane. The Strait of Hormuz may soon be closed and hence the global supply of oil will be curtailed another insane war for the zionist empire begun.

 You should not feel guilty Doug. You are not guilty. True.

 Everybody knows the Board of Peace is the Board of Genocide. Cats for actual peace.

 THIS WILL NOT AGE WELL.

 It's such an awkward expression! So awkwardly expressed! So encumbered! I can't even read it. It hurts my brain! Designers! Artists! Resisters! Anti-imperialists! What say ye! 

 i remember when the genocide in gaza started i started posting about it and somebody here said maybe you should go to gaza. i stopped it there but i wonder if he's had an awakening. i'd rather think so, but some people will keep calling genocide defense. i want to believe they will find mercy in their lives.

 The styrofoam hill that was blowing away is buried now like an artificial dune. You wonder why I keep dwelling on this small land grab in the world. Because nothing happens in isolation, though we may feel isolated, encroached upon, pushed out, of our park, our neighborhood, our sanctuary, our nature, it's all still here, albeit buried, like our spirits dwelling within us, gone underground, it's all one planet all together. The occupied park is connected to every occupied zone in the collapsing exploding empire.

 Palestine exists. Greater Israel is an illusion of the genocidal empire of destruction and collapse. Cats for Palestine, Palestine for life. 

Is this the new womens' circle garden? The foundation said they would bring back the stone circle. I can't picture it now, i think those stone are lost. Even if they were saved, the garden is lost. Whatever happens here it will be an artificial landscape, prescribed, surveilled place, not like the womens' circle garden that was.

 It was a wonderful spontaneous dog day. The dogs barked and the humans talked about poetry. No one talked about the tragic build-up to war on Iran, or the ongoing genocide in Gaza, but it's the silent background of every interaction. 

Trudy's in the common room. There's a new activity director, and they're throwing the ball to people in chairs. Trudy shakes her head slightly, no, but she is engaged, watching slightly open eyed. The world goes on. 

we can never get bored of peace. cats for peace.

 

 Rubio is scary. He looks like a dead soul.

Olive cried in the night and I woke up scared for her, and then she came by my side and I held her like a child after a bad dream, and she was calm and went and played with her mouse. I was awake a while thinking about getting old. What if I live to 96. I don't want to get to old and lose my mind and run out of money. What if Olive outlives us? We have to live as long as Olive.

 

 well, we haven't been human for very long. 

 afternoon shift.

 return shift.

 This place was named after Andrew Jackson, right? Enslaver and slaughterer of the native people. Now it's Obama's domain. Thing is, they use race to manipulate people, but it was always a land grab, always a class thing. 

By the way, how's your mother? 

Idle know, my calls go straight to voice mail. For days and days. You know she's in a place, it's like a bardo in central Florida. The Villages. 

Bingo.

Yeah, Bingo Bardo, heh.

 

 Guilt is the central feature of our captivity. 

—Marcela Lagarde

I'm gonna try to read Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus. I tried a few bites before, and though old Ludwig said it's all self-evident, I couldn't make heads or tales of most of it, but the damn thing keeps creeping into my head, and it's a new translation, supposed to be imbued with fluent yet cryptic grandeur and awe-inspiring opacity. 

Ha, you sound like a blurb writer. 

I'd like to hear some Arnold Dreyblatt right about now. 

Oh, which piece? 

I'm thinking Dirge Relations. 

Nice.

 hmm, this fruto's a pretty good book.

 Here's the thing—it's completely fake, a simulacrum, a privatized neoliberal representation of a public park. 

 We better bury this shit before it blows.

 Where would we be, as a civilization I mean, without shame?

 Did you know his land grab in the park so called Jackson is made of styrofoam? Oh, I said that befoe. But watch how it blows.

song of the day, fuck war, by tanya tagaq

 

 “What happened to Hind is not an exception. It’s a part of a genocide. And tonight, in Berlin, there are people who gave political cover to that genocide by reframing the mass civilian killing as self-defense, as complex circumstances. By denigrating those who protest,” Ben Hania said. “But as you may know, peace is not a perfume sprayed over violence, so power can feel refined, and can feel comfortable. And cinema is not image-laundering.” She continued, “The Israeli army killed Hind Rajab; killed her family; killed the two paramedics who came to save her, with the complicity of the world’s most powerful governments and institutions…I refuse to let their deaths become a backdrop for a polite speech about peace. Not while the structures that enabled them remain untouched. So tonight, I will not take this award home. I leave it here as a reminder. And when peace is pursued as a legal and moral obligation, rooted in accountability for genocide, then I will come back and accept it with joy.”

 Tunisian filmmaker Kaouther Ben Hania refuses to accept a prize in Berlin for "The Voice of Hind Rajab". Wim Wenders may have earned the festival a humanitarian boycott. The U.S., Israel, and Germany are still killing Palestinians.

 we keep a vigil here. we imagine we're in the women's circle that was here, keeping a vigil.