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My home when I’m happy in music
Sep 18, 2014

My home when I’m happy in music

…the positive transcendence of private property – i.e., the perceptible appropriation for and by man of the human essence and of human life, of objective man, of human achievements should not be conceived merely in the sense of immediate, one-sided enjoyment, merely in the sense of possessing, of having. Man appropriates his comprehensive essence in a comprehensive manner, that is to say, as a whole man. Each of his human relations to the world – seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, feeling, thinking, observing, experiencing, wanting, acting, loving – in short, all the organs of his individual being, like those organs which are directly social in their form, are in their objective orientation, or in their orientation to the object, the appropriation of the object, the appropriation of human reality. Their orientation to the object is the manifestation of the human reality.
Marx, “Private Property and Communism,” The 1844 Manuscripts (via feelingpolitical)
Sep 18, 2014 / 5 notes

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening
we drink it at midday and morning we drink it at night
we drink and we drink
we shovel a grave in the air there you won’t lie too cramped
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are all sparkling, he whistles his hounds to come close
he whistles his Jews into rows has them shovel a grave in the ground
he commands us to play up for the dance.

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink
A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes
he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta
Your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air there you won’t lie too cramped

He shouts jab the earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and play
he grabs for the rod in his belt he swings it his eyes are so blue
jab your spades deeper you lot there you others play on for the dancing

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday and morning we drink you at evening
we drink and we drink
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margareta
your aschenes Haar Shulamith he plays his vipers
He shouts play death more sweetly this Death is a master from Deutschland
he shouts scrape your strings darker you’ll rise then as smoke to the sky
you’ll have a grave then in the clouds there you won’t lie too cramped

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at midday Death is a master aus Deutschland
we drink you at evening and morning we drink and we drink
this Death is ein Meister aus Deutschland his eye it is blue
he shoots you with shot made of lead shoots you level and true
a man lives in the house your goldenes Haar Margarete
he looses his hounds on us grants us a grave in the air
he plays with his vipers and daydreams der Tod ist ein Meister aus Deutschland

dein goldenes Haar Margarete
dein aschenes Haar Shulamith

paul celan

Sep 18, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 / 19 notes

feelingpolitical:

Marx + Deleuze’s Spinoza, for me:

In a Spinozan framework, capitalism is an organization of society that conducts relations such that encounters are essentially never joyful encounters; instead, capitalism systematically lessens the capacity to affect and be affected.

INTO TRANSPERANCE I GO I AM A LIGHT FLUFF EDGE
Sep 15, 2014

[Hook]
What does it mean to be underground?
It means you gotta be free to be underground
Yo, you got your own key when you’re underground
If you’re listening to me yo you underground

[Verse One]
It’s time that I open with a thunder sound
Now look around your own town for the underground
Yo, you rhymin for the TV, or a million CD’s?
You ain’t a MC, you ain’t underground
You could be platinum or gold, hot or cold
But it’s the respect you hold that’s underground
When the critics don’t get, that for the streets you spit it
When your lyric they fear, that’s underground

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
Yo, white kids, black kids, skinny kids, fat kids
Them Asian cats be underground
Chicanos, Palestinians, Milanos, fuck the Lone Ranger
Where’s Tanto? That’s underground
Freddie Foxxx, Blackalicious, Kweli
M.O.P., GangStarr that’s underground
Mad Lion, Smif-N-Wessun, Buckshot
Armageddeon T.S. that’s underground, UHH!

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
Yo, the t’cha returns, I told y’all I went to Cali to learn
And that shit was underground
If the cops be eyein you, cause survive is what you try to do
Yo I’m wit you, you underground
If it’s justice you want, and you protest the ice they flaunt
You want skills that’s UNDERGROUND
Yo it’s not about a rugged rapper, or an actor
It’s about your subject matter, that’s underground
LOOK!

[Hook]

[Verse Four]
Chevonne Dean from Ruff Ryders, all the Outsidaz
Young Zee, that’s underground
When all your money’s spent, and you’re still hangin on
To 50 Cent (get it) you underground
When you rep the collective consciousness of hip-hop
Not hip-pop, you underground
Yo it ain’t about jewels, bitches and cars
It’s about Nas, that’s underground, yo!

krs one ,undergrond one 
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 13, 2014

END NOW

a power chain control

of a place system, techniques trained and sharpened

to maintain    

your eyes are glazed,

your thoughts a haze of hate

against our glimmer surface

my rage ignites protects 

collects, a slow fire, we simmer and smile 

we dance,  we whisper, hold the flame

and we will take you down  

when we feel the need 

your impotant rage, will not enslave

the creatures of the light and dawn

we will take you down     

phoebebishopwright:

Black Panthers protesting against the Vietnam War (Washington, D.C., 1969) by Bruno Barbey
Sep 12, 2014 / 15,701 notes

phoebebishopwright:

Black Panthers protesting against the Vietnam War (Washington, D.C., 1969) by Bruno Barbey

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