BARAKA BASHMENT

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RELIGION into ART:

Ideally I would say this by starting off with: For some time I have been thinking…

But that isn’t the case so, here’ sjust something that passed into my brain, from a floating orb: The anarchist project, that thing that some people want to see happen to the world, makes me nervous. While I embrace the anarchist critique and approach and lens, anarchists in their most vocal forms, are annnnooooooying. Volunteer at the Wooden Shoe in Philly for a month and see for you self.

I assume if the anarchism of some took hold, “spirituality” or worse “religion” would be marginalized a “coercive.” But when “art” becomes life, coudln’t we just reinterperate our actions? Frankly I have little interest in being both “an artist” or a member of a religion, but if I had to chose…

Here’s what sparked my thought; me me me

I was shocked the article even mentioned art. A’s tend to be so drab in their Darwinian forms.

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Today the Sun. Tomorrow Fear.

2.
Today the sun rests on a ledge and is crushed by the hovering shock of this is not it.
Today the sun pales.
Today the sun makes its way slowly across the covering.
Today the sun answers not one call, but a series of speechless beckons from the formless.
The formless already a name.
The formless already a vision.
The formless already a constant separation.
The formless already a member of its family.
Its family the destruction of crumbling.
Its family the removal of obstacles.
Its family the extension of the human fingertip.
Its family the open skull.

This mouth a cave.
This mouth a condition to be vehicles.
This mouth a monster’s half-child.

The push to sever. The approach to split space by a hand hung from arm chest neck hung from head hung from a skeleton’s forgotten sky. The air a fossil. The air a formula to build again a sky forgotten. The air a fermentation banned. A concotion.

Crude.

Crushing.

Crucible.

A light hung from the mixture of bone-human, screen-human, scream-human, describe-human, notated-human. Another other.

3.
When the God combusts to free God, the God envelopes itself as a white dwarf envelopes the cosmos along with a child’s fascination. The enveloped fascination traps itself in itself, having finally completed the total identification with the replica. The replica replaces the original. The original replaces the unnamed. The unnamed hiccup when noticing the protégé having itself forgotten the Archangel of death spanning the cosmos and covered in eyes wide. Death follows Life. Life precedes Death. Life the Living. Death the destruction of Life’s form. Death protects Life from life. Life protects Death from form. Form protects the mundane from the sacred veiled by the rotting flag of carcass and allegiance. Institution is mechanical rot.

4.
What than of the glance?
What than of the breath against breath?
What than of the rebellion of bodies against slavery?

The skin excuses itself from the muscle and tendon of partnered body-sex to destroy the oppression coming from the lens of a most cumbersome and spying rotunda encapsulating the culture of the Free Order of Intentional Living. The Great Excuse. The Clarifier. The Song Sung Singing. The Clapping. The Crushing Love. The Automaton of Freedom. The Appreciation of the Boundless Question. The Beautiful That Loves Beauty. The Natural. That Which Exposes. That Which Mothers Co-Existence. That Which Helps. The Humble Path. That Which Helps the Humble Path. Yes/ &/ But/ Is/ Not. YA BISN!

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A foil is both a noun and a verb. It is that which by the nature of it’s own character exposes the character of another. It is itself and the means by which itself. It is the various means by which one usurps the hegemonic power of another. Itself is its nature—a continually (re/de)created culture of pro-conversation and good intentions. The foil is the intention is not the foil but always already awareness.

It is the laughing rebellion. It is the appreciation of diversity. It is the acceptance of difference and the attack on tolerance. Tolerance necessitates a source of power that is in a position to tolerate (AKA ignore for a period of time) an Other. The foil is the disruption of this saving face nice-ism. It is the shade in summer.

It is an attempt to deliberately engage the Spectacle. It is an attempt to make room for the perpetual conversation (AKA God-consciousness manifest) of the great collective—LIFE!

SERIOUSLY. PAPA BURRO BANTON CIRCA ‘85 W/ “SEKKLE YOURSELF.” THIS IS FROM A PNP RALLY FEATURING TENOR SAW, CUTTY RANKS, YAMI BOLO, ETC… RIDICULOUS!!! FASCISTS GETTIN’ SERVED SINCE WAY BACK. I JUST HAD TO POST THIS. I SWEAR I FEEL INDESTRUCTABLE WHEN IT DROPS. ENJOY!!!

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Every now and again we hear a tale about the differences between the intermingling of cultures today versus that of yesterday. The tale usually runs like this: Back in the day cultures were very separate from one another due to the length of time it took to travel between countries and no means of transcontinental communication. Today with the advent of the internet and any number of travel mediums we are able to speak and communicate with people as far away as CHINA (China always being the far away Other for the West) with the mere click of a mouse.

The implied meaning is that we know more today about the world than we knew “back in the day.” Yes and no.

I believe (for now) that we are in the About-Age (please allow the aural play on “outage” to run freely). The About-Age goes like this: We know a ton about cultures, but in actuality we still know very little from cultures. The difference can be explained in this spirited if short dialogue:

Hi. I am from China.
Oh, hi. I know a lot about China.

The problem arises when we refuse to differentiate between these two statements. It is true that I often feel like I know enough about a subject that it may appear to myself that I have been a part of that subject, nay arisen within/from that subject, from birth. The truth is, however, that in most instances I have simply been fooled by the speed at which I was able to aquire knowledge about the subject. Knowledge can be as much a commodity as the latest kicks, lest we forget.

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This is a quick notice.

I was looking over the last post on TRADITION(S) and felt I should make a statement.

In the comments, you will notice there was a quick one-two combo between Yakoub and I regarding this posts possibly fitting within the SOCIAL CONSTRUCTIONIST model. While I agree to some extent, I must say that never before had I felt that my writing and ideas were coming across more “theoretical” and “detached” as they seemed to be in that final moment when I pushed the REPLY button for commenting. While I am sure Yakoub meant no harm, and I am aware that social constructionism is a practice, it did give me pause.

Let the record show, that while many of the ideas and approaches to life expressed on/in this blog may seem unrelated to the everyday mudane world, that every one of them is understood to be applicable to our daily lives.