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Showing posts with label ideology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ideology. Show all posts
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Monday, February 25, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
if we can't then how can we
AS IT STANDS
one cannot imagine outside capitalism
put another way
capitalism is the limit of thought
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
giving in (love in the time of christenDOM)
"(42) Jesus said, "Become passers-by."
(43) His disciples said to him, "Who are you, that you should say these things to us?"
Jesus said to them,"You do not realize who I am from what I say to you, but you have become like the Jews, for they (either) love the tree and hate its fruit (or) love the fruit and hate the tree."" gospel of thomas, lambdin trans.
(43) His disciples said to him, "Who are you, that you should say these things to us?"
Jesus said to them,"You do not realize who I am from what I say to you, but you have become like the Jews, for they (either) love the tree and hate its fruit (or) love the fruit and hate the tree."" gospel of thomas, lambdin trans.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
thoughts on the american spring
they are waiting for mistakes and missteps
and the people have yet to find their footing.
and the people have yet to find their footing.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
It's getting Real in this B*tch
What are we really talking about here(thoughts on 'objectivity')?
Labels:
21st Century Living,
art,
being,
Economics,
existence,
He who sees blindly,
icons,
ideology,
life,
Logic,
objectivity,
philosophy,
race,
reappropriation,
religion,
representation,
sex,
subjectivity,
Technology
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Oops, permanent psychological damage there....
Look at how cute you are! I could just eat you up . . .
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Choose your own adventure
His eye is on the sparrow.
He [knows who you are / has no idea who you are].
He [knows who you are / has no idea who you are].
Friday, March 23, 2012
Everybody Down
I can make you feel something.
A coal-fired power plant painted bright blue. That's the abject.
A crushed pack of Newports at your feet. That's the deject.
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
Your old friend doesn't live there anymore. That's abjection.
You believed. That's dejection.
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
Isn't that we care the most important thing? You are a good person.
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
the Tonality of Hope
Eh, ee, i, oh, uh, ah.
pres on middle east:
"bin laden...bin laden...bin laden"