*jenny Holzer Truism Font* EROTICISING WOMENS ANGER IS ANOTHER WAY OF DISMISSING IT

*jenny holzer truism font* EROTICISING WOMEN’S ANGER IS ANOTHER WAY OF DISMISSING IT

“The systematic looting of language can be recognized by the tendency of its users to forgo its nuanced, complex, midwifery properties for menace and subjugation. Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge. Whether it is obscuring state language or the faux-language of mindless media; whether it is the proud but calcified language of the academy or the commodity driven language of science; whether it is the malign language of law-without-ethics, or language designed for the estrangement of minorities, hiding its racist plunder in its literary cheek—it must be rejected, altered and exposed. It is the language that drinks blood, laps vulnerabilities, tucks its fascist boots under crinolines of respectability and patriotism as it moves relentlessly toward the bottom line and the bottomed-out mind. Sexist language, racist language, theistic language—all are typical of the policing languages of mastery, and cannot, do not permit new knowledge or encourage the mutual exchange of ideas… . Language can never “pin down” slavery, genocide, war. Nor should it yearn for the arrogance to be able to do so. Its force, its felicity is in its reach toward the ineffable. Be it grand or slender, burrowing, blasting, or refusing to sanctify; whether it laughs out loud or is a cry without an alphabet, the choice word, the chosen silence, unmolested language surges toward knowledge, not its destruction. But who does not know of literature banned because it is interrogative; discredited because it is critical; erased because alternate? And how many are outraged by the thought of a self-ravaged tongue?”

— Toni Morrison

“Farewell My Concubine”, 1993, directed by Kaige Chen (b. 1952, Beijing, China)

A beautiful collection of polaroids from behind the scenes of Mysterious Object at Noon, courtesy of Kick the Machine/Apichatpong Weerasethakul

me roleplaying as tectonic plate

*drifts slowly over millions of years unaware of even myself* *subducts*

oh, to b a harvest mouse living in a european meadow.. munch on a lil flower for breakfast… climb up a blade of grass n swing on a tranquil breeze enjoying the sunlight .. Unreal