M.I.Freeman

marxism-obammunism: thebonechurch: Politics *BOURGEOIS I’ll...

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 05:33:25 -0400

thebonechurch:

Politics

*BOURGEOIS

I’ll let it slide.

appeals to the state?

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 03:50:28 -0500

relevant?

breathingrevolution said: not really, but there are real people expressing outrage for various reasons. i wouldn’t say invest anything in it, other than outrage

I am having difficulty understanding the value of symbolic actions. I feel as though these are ultimately cathartic, demoralizing over time as they fail to recognize internal contradictions embedded within the state. I remain hopeful, however social affirmation of struggle in the face of state repression seems…courageous if not ineffective. Perhaps I am simply demoralized. At the same time, these forums for dialogue must extend beyond the space designated by the state.

For A Determinist Theory of Praxis! Part 4: Advancing the Struggle Against Oppression

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 16:26:38 -0500

Uncovering the Causes of Oppression

A common misconception that arises when discussing the duties of the government in discussing what exactly oppression by a government looks like. I would argue that is largely the case because people tend not to…

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For A Determinist Theory Of Praxis! Part 3: How Privilege and Class Become Part of Human Socialization

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 01:04:51 -0500

Socialization and Bourgeois Institutions

“The other major group of emotions is the social emotions. The label is a bit odd, since all emotions can be social and are often so, but the label is justifiable given the unequivocal social setting of these…

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For a Determinist Theory of Praxis! Part 2: Navigating the Social Environment

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 22:20:58 -0500

The Inefficiency of Socio-Cultural Regulation Under Capitalism

All societies that have existed and exist today have in common the fact that they enable some degree of sociocultural regulation. This process includes the behaviors, rituals, and resources of…

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A Jazz Summit

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 22:10:07 -0400

A Jazz Summit:

wageslaverebellion:

The track flows into the room,

bathing eardrums in hot harmonies

and fresh thematic aromas.

“And as he practices scales, a life breathes into the microphone.

For hours on end he explores the threshold which separates cacophony from resonance.

The studio, absent of bigwigs, critics, and indifferent whites, commands no one.

The studio simply exists as a blank marble to be shaped as notes whip and dance around its form.

There is a setlist to play, but no one expects the songs to come out as written…or even as it has ever been previously performed.

This is because genius now occupies this room.”

Communal auditory dialogues on a feeling,

embodied in this music.

Rhythms dancing together,

melodies climaxing with each beat

and kick.

Each, a step forward.

“The cymbals, trimming the space between notes, float into the atmosphere.

The bass kick keeps pace with the abstract voices of saxophones and trumpets.

The double bass forms a blood bond with with drums,

tied together by the strength of syncopated beats.”

As invisible musicians build together

towards this abstract goal,

a swell which lifts the body up,

souls buoyant with life.

Swelling towards a summit of notes,

cascading

shedding

previous forms as

an ever revolutionary peak arises

for everyone to see.

“And they saw as well as they listened.

They listened as well as they saw.

Some blinded by the dark skin of these musical virtuosos, expertly trained.

Some drunk with liquid privilege tossed carelessly around in transparent glasses,

for the help to attend to. Wine glasses which could never be shared between whites and blacks.

Some pretended to listen as they furiously wrote scathing “criticisms” which would would attempt to stifle the development of new genre.

Some simply sat and witnessed a history’s inception, in disbelief.”

To stare at from below,

in awe.

As the winds whistle and blow,

enveloping the musical terrain in all of its delicate intricacies

fusing with this creation, this entity.

This air hugs the body as it flows through the mind.

As they gaze upon this musical life,

this offspring,

Stare at its highest point.

“And it was a point not previously reached in public for our people.

It was a point that would not necessarily be sustained by Jazz successors

or even Jazz innovators.

It was an unappreciative audience that had money for albums.

Many a musician dropped to their knees to cater to this unworthy population.”

Notice the stars gleaming brightly behind this human landscape.

Let your eyes roll into their lids

as the hairs on your arms stand in shock.

Humbly, tread home,

leaving that jazz inspired mountain to sink below the horizon,

pointing always to that unattainable point in time…

that syncopated universe,

light years away…

“Performances restricted by the untalented.

Strict.

Sterile.

Isolated points in time.

As the minds of those great musicians continued to flow endlessly,

leaving a legacy for us to appreciate, to move our people, to preserve our culture in the face of isolation,

For those moments when we wonder what we did to be so black and blue.”