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Another fascinating thing about the analogous formations of disciplinary organisation is that they can be more than solely analogous, some...

Another fascinating thing about the analogous formations of disciplinary organisation is that they can be more than solely analogous, some prisons are also factories, some barracks are also schools, etc.

The camp is a totalising synthesis of its own analogies.

By this understanding we can expect the camp of the control society to be much the same, a coming-together of its constituent mechanisms being brought to bear against those perceived as challenging the current state of things.

Deleuze in his short essay “Post-script on the Societies of Control,” talked about the move away from the disciplinary society towards a...

Deleuze in his short essay “Post-script on the Societies of Control,” talked about the move away from the disciplinary society towards a control society, with the cage not as much being found in realms such as the hard power of architecture –the school is the factory is the prison– but within an amorphous system of abstract soft mechanisms attached to the individual-as-individual –such as social credit scores and competitive productivity– in which freedoms of movement and life are regulated, managed, advertised or restricted to encourage a specific ordering of society.

When we think of camps we think of Auschwitz, we think of Treblinka, we think of Vorkutlag, but these places were in many ways the crowning jewels of the disciplinary society –the school, the factory, the prison, the camp– and what is to say that the crowning jewels of the society of control are themselves not contained inside the very differences within its nature? Will the camp that we face present as an imposing architectural expression of domination, or more as an invisible imposition restricting our ability to live and breathe on our own terms?

There was a thread on the Musk app a long time ago about how to better support the trans women you're in community with and the...

There was a thread on the Musk app a long time ago about how to better support the trans women you're in community with and the statement "make room for traumagenic neuroses" burned itself into my brain the moment I read it.

I've done my best to embody that sentiment ever since.

I wish I could remember who the fuck wrote it, because I haven't come across a single statement that has had anywhere near that much of an impact on me since, and I wanna thank them.

Still-------------------------Still I try to hold you,still you slowly go astray,still I worry I'll forget youand the thingsyou used to...

Still

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Still I try
to hold you,
still you slowly
go astray,
still I worry
I'll forget you
and the things
you used to say.

Still I wish
to see you,
still you always
hide away,
still I really
want to hear you
just this once,
please just today.

#poetry #poem

Broken Glass----------------------I put myself into bottles,and then walk these cobbled streets,that snake and slither through my past,dead...

Broken Glass

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I put myself into bottles,
and then walk these cobbled streets,
that snake and slither through my past,
dead eyed and cold blooded,
and when stone makes way for sand,
I cast them into the sea of time,
hoping for the motion to find them,
for the ocean to take them far away
to a place where they won't be found,
to a less forsaken beach than mine,
but they always wash up at my feet,
the ground beneath them turned to ash.

Smashed and remade
as a crown of broken glass,
invisible to all but me,
the strain is only mine to see,
and as it carves into my face
I mask all of my pain.

So I'll bury my grief beneath a smile,
while my sorrow peeks from behind my teeth,
while my misery lurks under a pile of leaves,
freshly fallen from a bonsai tree.

#poems #poetry

To My Father-------------------I'm sorry I didn't reach outand I'm sorry I never called,I'm sorry if I made you doubtthat I...

To My Father

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I'm sorry I didn't reach out
and I'm sorry I never called,
I'm sorry if I made you doubt
that I cared about you at all,
you’re more than just the silhouette
that my memories now contain,
that day cemented my regret
and it welds me to my pain.

The day on which I lost you,
a day that I’ll remember,
like your hearty stove top stew
and building me my Fender,
you were fighting to get air,
soon to be lost to the drift,
I spoke so you knew I was there,
then you gave me one last gift.

Owed no words and yet you gave three
through walls of mucoused scars,
and you gave them to tell me
just how proud of me you are,
and despite how much it hurt you
to talk to me on the phone,
I heard you say “I love you”
before your final voyage home.

I don’t know if we’ll meet again,
I can’t see behind the veil,
but I know I’ll surely know when
it’s my own time to set sail,
until the boat comes for me too
I’ll keep your face in my mind,
and I’ll always wish to hear you
call me your sunshine one more time.

#poetry #poem

I wish I called more, I wish we got to see each other more often, I wish he got to meet my wife and finally see me happy.I love you Dad,...

I wish I called more, I wish we got to see each other more often, I wish he got to meet my wife and finally see me happy.

I love you Dad, I'm sorry we didn't talk as much as we should have, I'm sorry I never told you just how much you meant to me.

I Know Where It Ends-----------------------------------Sometimes I just want to curl up and hide,to deny and run from what’s inside,lock...

I Know Where It Ends

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Sometimes I just want to curl up and hide,
to deny and run from what’s inside,
lock myself away, stop talking to friends,
but I can’t, because I know where it ends.

At 40 years old, a life spent on dope,
she used it to hide, she used it to cope,
and within the walls of an NA meeting,
weeping confession, mind overheating.

A young adult, yet again on the ward,
caught with their head in a noose of a cord,
deciding to stand and confront that pain,
and never ending up back there again.

Grief carried to the grave from the cradle,
empty bottles on a bedside table,
all tributes spoken inside that church hall,
given to the name that made their skin crawl.

So despite my woes, my worries, my fears,
I know I can’t hide, I did that for years,
there’s one path to joy, and it’s worth the fight,
to leave the dark I must turn on the light.

It’s time to be me, it’s time to be seen,
‘cause I’ve been afraid since I was fourteen,
I thought I was safe, thought I could pretend,
but I can’t, because I know where it ends.

#poetry #poem

It's not your job to be a picturesque model of "queer radicalism" just because you're a trans woman, it is perfectly okay...

It's not your job to be a picturesque model of "queer radicalism" just because you're a trans woman, it is perfectly okay to have normal desires for yourself and anybody who tells you otherwise is placing incredibly transmisogynistic expectations on you.

“Customary naming practices throughout much of the world are enormously rich. Among some peoples, it is not uncommon for individuals to...

“Customary naming practices throughout much of the world are enormously rich. Among some peoples, it is not uncommon for individuals to have different names during different stages of life (infancy, childhood, adulthood) and in some cases after death; added to these are names used for joking, rituals, and mourning and names used for interactions with same-sex friends or with in-laws. Each name is specific to a certain phase of life, social setting, or interlocutor. A single individual will frequently be called by several different names, depending on the stage of life and the person addressing him or her. To the question "What is your name?” which has a more unambiguous answer in the contemporary West, the only plausible answer is "It depends.” For the insider who grows up using these naming practices, they are both legible and clarifying. Each name and the contexts of its use convey important social knowledge. Like the network of alleys in Bruges, the assortment of local weights and measures, and the intricacies of customary land tenure, the complexity of naming has some direct and often quite practical relations to local purposes. For an outsider, however, this byzantine complexity of names is a formidable obstacle to understanding local society. Finding someone, let alone situating him or her in a kinship network or tracing the inheritance of property, becomes a major undertaking. If, in addition, the population in question has reason to conceal its identity and its activities from external authority, the camouflage value of such naming practices is considerable. The invention of permanent, inherited patronyms was, after the administrative simplification of nature (for example, the forest) and space (for example, land tenure), the last step in establishing the necessary preconditions of modern statecraft. In almost every case it was a state project, designed to allow officials to identify, unambiguously, the majority of its citizens. When successful, it went far to create a legible people. Tax and tithe rolls, property rolls, conscription lists, censuses, and property deeds recognized in law were inconceivable without some means of fixing an individual’s identity and linking him or her to a kin group. Campaigns to assign permanent patronyms have typically taken place, as one might expect, in the context of a state’s exertions to put its fiscal system on a sounder and m ore lucrative footing. Fearing, with good reason, that an effort to enumerate and register them could be a prelude to some new tax burden or conscription, local officials and the population at large often resisted such campaigns.”

- James C. Scott

Omens#poetry #poem

Omens

#poetry #poem

Everyone who isn't a white cis guy: The ending of white supremacist patriarchy will free us from our subjugation.White cis guys: Hey...

Everyone who isn't a white cis guy: The ending of white supremacist patriarchy will free us from our subjugation.

White cis guys: Hey this hurts me too! Do you have any idea how heavy this crown is??

Pose Up-----------------You weren’t buying their shit,your joy ain’t for sale,they’ll never admityou flew from their jail,you...

Pose Up

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You weren’t buying their shit,
your joy ain’t for sale,
they’ll never admit
you flew from their jail,
you weren’t gonna die,
you’re too hard to kill,
left watching you fly
choking on bitter pills.

You’re the clay and the fire,
the hammer and steel,
a forge of desire
that makes itself real,
you made it your day,
dance on their disgrace,
and fuck what they say
be the spit in their face.

#poetry #poem

On Fire ------------We feel the burning in our soulsand blisters on our hearts,our marrow was the coaland hatred was the spark,the flint...

On Fire

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We feel the burning in our souls
and blisters on our hearts,
our marrow was the coal
and hatred was the spark,
the flint match played a role
and we too play a part,
we burn to pay the toll
and we have from the start.

Praying for the rain
to come down from the sky,
begging for release
and yet there's no reply,
we have no fight left
and no tears left to cry,
we are all on fire
and the well's run dry.

#poetry #poem

Scapegoat #poetry

Scapegoat #poetry

Dying Star #poetry

Dying Star #poetry

back on here due to fallout from smaller instance drama, I'll mainly be posting my poetry on here if you're into that kinda stuff...

back on here due to fallout from smaller instance drama, I'll mainly be posting my poetry on here if you're into that kinda stuff uwu

My girlfriend and myself have made a substack to publish our poetry, at the moment it's just us but in the future we hope to have more...

My girlfriend and myself have made a substack to publish our poetry, at the moment it's just us but in the future we hope to have more people contributing!

Throw us a subscribe if you enjoy a bit of queer poetry!

Link Below:

https://pinkandblack.substack.com

I'm a disabled, autistic transfemme. I'm planning on moving in with my girlfriend but we both have extremely limited income, I'm...

I'm a disabled, autistic transfemme. I'm planning on moving in with my girlfriend but we both have extremely limited income, I'm trying to raise enough for a deposit, first month's rent and some furniture.

Please share this around it helps so much!

https://ko-fi.com/nizzybean

https://www.gofundme.com/f/tqtpgz-moving-fund

I've been doing some poetry recently!

I've been doing some poetry recently!