Tuesday, November 22, 2005

State of the world pt. 1

Sunday, November 20, 2005

blog back

Yah, i guess i might try blogging again, i've got plenty of free time, we'll see how i go.

To start us off here's a lovely poem:


AH, FREEDOM COMES TO IRAQ

Ah, the freedom to be fucked in the ass,
Ah, the freedom to be tied to a leash,
Ah, the freedom to be hooded and chained,
To shit in your pants, and rip out your hair,
To shiver and sweat, squirm naked in piss,
To know the agony will never pass;
The freedom to scream, the freedom to screech…
To know the torturers will not be rained
In by law, reason, or moral despair
Provides one the hateful freedom to kiss
Goodbye the life vomited on the floor
Amidst broken teeth and bloodied bile
Leaking from your holes. Freedom is the whore
And death the pimp with the "'merican" smile.
g.last - '05
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And check out this article, hilar.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Blogging it up..

This article epitomizes the reasons blogs suck, and why I don't contribute to them. BTW, this is Neal, and I couldn't be fucked finding my password.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

today is the last parent-free day

I don't know what to say, this blog feels inapproriate, maybe i should start a diary.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

UPDATE

Friday- Edith's , ali g, japanese room, neal, washing, strip poker.
saturday- Claires, Shosh, drugs, home, cab, robbie, speed, dark nest, bikes stolen.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Week

Wednesday- Neal here.
Thursday- Hookahs
Friday- Cards and beer and the comfy chair and harts old/new house, cold , hard floor.
Saturday- Harry's, Neal threw up on me, danced on a tabletop, goon, Harry's mum had to drive us home.
Sunday- Mulgrave, fish and chips, edith's friends, drugs, pantry, Teishan- chinese province, mcdonalds, breakfast club.
Monday- Home, banquet, michael and angus, mess, drunkenness, snuggles, Freg.
tuesday- Date, Batman, Robbie Still at my house with Neal.
Wednesday- scottish guy, fregs, chicken, glasses, home, drugs, bucket, freg and leyla, Alex.
Thursday- Rally , Neal at Wills, Robbie still bleeding here when i get back!

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Today and not yesterday or the day before

I just remembered a very amusing dream where i was sitting next to my liberal voting neighbour and for some reason he had an erection and I was yelling about how Angus and Robertson should get out of Iraq.
Explain what that one means.
Yeah , today and yesterday have been really boring, firstly i can't remember what i did yesterday except sleep and then i watched Scream which was quite fun actually. Definitely a classic. but a very weird film. Finally i can see some sunshine in the weather forecast. how symbolic. I think I would have had a good time today were it not for the anxiety of homework. Which i haven't actually done. I'll start soon. Neal is coming on wednesday. Should be cool and weird. There's some weird stuff that's going to happen this holidays that's for sure. I think I should start another pure love thing. Maybe to distribute on the last day of term. Send me random articles that you think people should read, or quotes or poetry or anything. I feel frustrated, i might go outside.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Idea

Ok I've had a thought. The posters didn't work, they were too political and ultimately maybe useless. What we need is a new project. Kind of a public art project, except at school. This is inspired by recent intersting happenings. On wednesday I spent about 30 mins drawing pictures on leaves in the park, I liked the idea of someone picking up a leaf randomly that had been carried away by the wind and finding a picture on it. And then last night leaving messages on people's cars. Poetry and 'pure love'. And me and Emily's quote swapping. It's time to expand the program. Perhaps it could be like the now infamous S.I.X. campaign. What do you all think? Firstly it takes the form of posters, poetry left in library books, graffiti on tables, quotes and poetry left on whiteboards. What's the name of the campaign though, pure love? Does it sound insincere? Any other ideas?

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Jesus

Alex has the right idea. The only cure is an unrelenting radicalism. When you grow up does your heart die? The enemy is fundamentalism in all its forms. The time is ripe for something new. It'll be bloody but i'm sure it'll work.
Hare Krishna

GAT tomorrow. The death rattle sounds. The drugs didn't kick in.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Radicalism in a new age, a ramble for Max

If you take the view that we are headed for a future that is at the best ghastly and that we are living under the oppressive cultural hegemony of capitalism, then what can one do to affect change and what does it mean to be political in the modern age?
What it means to be Australian it a tricky question but whatever that culture is, it doesn't amount to anything when we, in effect do not live in a culture created by us (Australians). The society in which we wile away out small lives is predominately American and this makes it very difficult to have a political identity based on a sense of nationhood. We cant really hark back to the good old days, when true blue Ozzies could walk proud and say to visitors in a firm and confident tone "I am an Australian"(except for a brief time after the establishment of the eight hour day in the 1850s) . There wasn't a time for us (us white bastards) when we made contact with a foreign power and our culture became colonized by another. There was no time of conflict when publicly calling ones self Australian got you beaten in the streets by occupying troops and torched to death in a cell (a la Tibet). This makes it hard to say the least to fight against something (cultural, economic, and political colonization) for something (a (socialist) culture of out own) that we never had (we did for a while however have one of the best welfare states in the world (1900s again)) That fleeting time of unionised hope is the only thing we can look back on and wish for again but that is not enough to counter the current political nightmare and also provide a convincing alternative to the dead, empty consumer driven culture that has been pressed upon to us. What we must do is forge our own alternative, not from dreams of the past but from a solid vision of the future.
But how can we (those who care) go about making out own future in a country that is in effect no longer a democracy (come july), in a world ruled by the few with a populous televised into apathy? It it disheartening when people ask why we need to struggle, exemplified by the whole poster fiasco at school some people saw no point in needing to express a view and challenge the status quo (Max knows who I mean).
Does the new age in communications herald a new form of political protest? Maybe blogs will be the tool of the new generation, perhaps radical pod casters will rouse people from their couches and possibly online democracy will lead the peoples of the world to freedom. I personally don't believe any of that, I think that blogs are a clever tool for adsorbing political energy, giving a false impression of having a say. While dedicated blogers are belatedly bloging about current events and ideas for protest the world glides by around them and the power structures they supposedly challenge just smile, nod and make their own blogs. That doesn't mean we should give up on them just that they don't convince me as been the way to go, perhaps just another brick in a multitudinous arsenal needed to break out of our dire situation. Taking down a bill board or two is a form of political protest, but it wont change the world, what it does change are people involved and thats just as important. Been able to do more that just talk is liberating and gives a new way of looking at the world. When such an act as taking down a bill board is proposed it is met with bewilderment; "What? You cant do that, what's the point,? Its illegal anyway." But once done you can see that although we are a colony of an empire whose only master is money, things are only like that because we let it be so.
You can equate installing a wind/solar system that allows independence for the grid to Ghandi making his salt, why should we be slaves to private companies who care only for our money?
Anyway, where was I going? I don't know. But whatever, the way things are, is bad. They are only getting worse and, by the looks of things, are going to become very bad indeed. We need to do something to change, how we should do I don't know and what we should change to I don't really know either. But we will find a way and a future of our own.

It's started again and you can't stop it.

(Neither can I)
Cost of the War in Iraq
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