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katherinebotten · 4 months
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You got stabbed.
In an alternative world I call your mum.
My sponsor says follow no one down any dark alley.
I sit on the beach and say shenji.
Boils and sores all over and inside my anus, ass, pussy, qigong naked at Maslin’s in my older hoarder molested boundary violating horror show of a sisters mid 2000s D&G wrap-around sepia tone bejewelled Miami jLo sunglasses.
I refuse medication. Intimacy is not about sex it’s about a self relationship. I have neither.
No biologics.
No sunscreen.
No condom because no sex.
Keeping the body’s mailbox in business.
Body sending letters, reading them, refusing reading glasses. Astigmatised. Somatized. Sodomised. Solarised. Push Mountain naked, d3SPeṟáte, hûMi£iäTeD. Everytime I go into hospital I am more separated. Someone says “how are you?” It’s like….. …
I’m at a meeting.
You refuse medication. Same. You got stabbed (multiple times) but still will be fine (because that’s your decision). Men are entitled. Think they are right, correct, good, strong, powerful, special and then so they are. (And so it is! LH.)
Women are filled with doubt. Women fill with cum, put on outfits, make art that looks like art and isn’t art.
Men do that too ^^^^^ when men do that they are women.
I saw some art it looked cool and beautiful but ultimately it was fashion.
Men say things that sound true but do not fundamentally feel true after some time.
The universe loads the game you select with your attention.
Insane male bpd crackheads do more than sensible female devotee pillheads because their attention is loaded on the world yielding.
Women make their bodies yield. Starve. Expand. Cut. Make autoimmune disorders. Manifest hatred. Manifest a lack of love. Turn out what is in (poverty). The world serves women hate as an input and still we always try for love, women are real Krishna true transformers, hopelessly constructive, and men make nothing because their input was already it all. The type of love I love is hate.
Crackhead bpd men fake magicians are actually real magicians if they believe they are.
Bleep could move here, say adelaide is LA, it would be Bleep’s Adelaide.
Drain pattern new qi premordial qi wants premordial peace preverbal swastika travels with you everywhere you go there you are.
We all end up not talking.
We went to dinner at Lucky’s in Carlton, had coffee at Heart Attack and Vine, had lunch, got pizza. 2018. Cooked sweet potatoes in coals at night outside of Suicidal. Drove around.
I let go of everything. I let go of more. He keeps his dreams, he tells me to let go of mine. I think on it. I walk around Port Willunga.
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theamericanswastika · 7 years
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A really neat thermometer from Southwestern Coal Company.
Another coal company, Swastika Coal or later Swastika Fuel Company from New Mexico also used the sign.
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father-jones-temple · 2 years
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Founding of the Peoples Temple
The People’s Temple is a religious community that was led by Jim Jones that got the attention of the whole country after over 900 of its members died at their remote settlement, Jonestown, in a massive act of murder-suicide on November 18, 1978. 
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Jones informally began the Peoples Temple in the 1950s as an independent congregation in Indianapolis, Indiana. He was inspired by a religious convention he had gone to, that gave him the idea of a society that could overcome the evils of racism and poverty. Even though Jones himself was white, he attracted mostly African Americans (who made up a good 70% of the Peoples Temple) to his group with his vision of racial integration. 
Jones and his wife adopted several non-white children, referring to his household as the “Rainbow Family”, which is also what he called his temple. In 1954 the Joneses adopted Agnes, who was part Native American. In 1959, they adopted three Korean-American children named Lew, Stephanie, and Suzanne, and encouraged Temple members to adopt orphans from Korea, which was completely demolished and left many orphans after war. Jones was critical of U.S. opposition to North Korean leader Kim Il-sung, calling the Korean War a "war of liberation" and stating that South Korea "is a living example of all that socialism in the north has overcome." In June of 1959 Jones and his wife had their only biological child, naming him Stephan Gandhi. In 1961, they became the first white couple in Indiana to adopt a black child, naming him Jim Jones Jr. They also adopted a white son named Timothy Glen Tupper, whose birth mother was a member of the Temple.
In 1960, the Peoples Temple began to be closely associated with the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), and four years later Jones was legally ordained as a minister. During this time, the Indianapolis Mayor, Charles Boswell, appointed Jones as director of the local Human Rights Commission. He helped to racially integrate churches, restaurants, the telephone company, the Indianapolis Police Department, a theater, an amusement park, and the Indiana University Health Methodist Hospital. He received a lot of criticism for his actions, specifically from many white-owned businesses and locals. To go along with other incidents, a swastika was put on the Temple, a stick of dynamite was left in a Temple coal pile, and a dead cat was thrown at Jones’s house after a threatening phone call.
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The Temple was originally in Brazil because Jones told his followers that there would soon be a nuclear war and they needed to leave to be safe, but in 1965, he told his congregation that the world would be engulfed by yet another nuclear war on July 15, 1967 and that they needed to move to California for safety, so the group traveled to Ukiah, where members became active in Protestant ecumenical circles as well as state politics. Branch congregations opened in cities including San Fernando, Los Angeles, and San Francisco, the latter being where he made the Temple’s headquarters.
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garadinervi · 3 years
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Wall inscription reading "Nieder mit Hitler" ["Down with Hitler"] on the facade of Munich's university library on Ludwigstraße, probably taken by the Gestapo, February 1943 (photographer unknown, digitally reworked) [Weiße Rose Stiftung e.V., München]
«The group of friends experiments with other ways of expressing their opposition as well: Hans Scholl, Alexander Schmorell and Willi Graf paint slogans of freedom on walls across Munich during three nights in February 1943. Alexander Schmorell has fabricated a stencil (25 x 15 cm) for the purpose and the slogans are painted with black tar coal. They write "Freedom" and "Down with Hitler" in large letters on the entrance to the university several times on 04 and 09 February 1943. The slogan "Mass murderer Hitler" and crossed-out swastikas appear on buildings around the central areas of Marienplatz and Viktualienmarkt on 16 February. The slogans are applied to about 30 different facades. The Gestapo has them removed immediately, but not always entirely successfully.» – From the Weiße Rose Stiftung e.V. website
«In the warm springlike days of early February after the Battle of Stalingrad I was riding in a commuter train from Munich to Solln. Next to me in the railway compartment sat two Party members who were discussing in whispers the latest news from Munich. "Down With Hitler!" had been painted in large white letters on the university walls. Leaflets calling for resistance to the regime had been scattered, and the city had been shaken as if by an earthquake.» – Inge Scholl, (1952), The White Rose. Munich 1942-1943, With an Introduction by Dorothee Sölle, Translated from the German by Arthur R. Schultz, Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, CT, 1983, p. 3
«In the early morning hours of the same day [February 4, 1943], Hans Scholl and Alexander Schmorell painted their first slogans—"Freedom" and "Down with Hitler"—on the walls of Munich's university quarter. [...] After Stalingrad debacle, he [Willi Graf] also joined Hans Scholl and Alexander Schmorell in their nocturnal efforts to mobilize the student population by daubing the walls on the university quarter with slogans ("Down with Hitler," "Freedom," etc.).» – At the heart of the White Rose. Letters and Diaries of Hans and Sophie Scholl, (1984), Edited by Inge Jens, Translated from German by J. Maxwell Brownjohn, Preface by Richard Gilman, Harper & Row, Publishers, New York, NY, 1987, p. 275 and p. 314n224
«Die im Stadtgebiet München am 4. 2. 1943 unter Beteiligung aller verfügbaren Stapo- und Kriminalbeamten und unter Einschaltung der Ordnungspolizei, Bahnpolizei usw. durchgeführte Grossfahndung nach dem im hiesigen Fernschreiben vom 5. 2. 1943 näher bezeichneten Flugzettelverteiler ist ergebnislos verlaufen. [...] Die Schmierereien "Nieder mit Hitler" und "Freiheit" sind neuerdings in der Nacht vom 8./9.2.1943 am Universitätsgebäude angebracht worden. Bei sämtlichen Schmierereien wurde die gleiche Ölfarbe‚ diesmal in Grün, verwendet, sodass bei beiden Schmierereien der oder die gleichen Täter am Werke waren. Die chemische Untersuchung der benützten Ölfarbe wurde veranlasst. Da es der oder die Täter offenbar gerade auf das Universitätsgebäude abgesehen haben, wurde dieses unter entsprechende Überwachung gestellt.» – Rundschreiben der Staatspolizeileitstelle München an das Reichssicherheitshauptamt sowie an alle süddeutschen Staatspolizeileitstellen vom 11. Februar 1943 (text here) [Bundesarchiv, Coblenza]
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bopinion · 3 years
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2021 / 42
Aperçu of the Week:
News: It won't be like this forever
(Cover of "Weltkunst" / Art of the World)
Bad News of the Week:
Hooray: the Social Democrats, Greens and Liberals, who are now officially negotiating a coalition, have already laid down in a basic paper following their exploratory talks that their policies should be geared to the goal of limiting man-made global warming to 1.5° C. This includes concrete ideas such as bringing forward the coal phase-out to 2030. But unfortunately, even if this target survives all the bureaucratic mills of political business, it won't be enough. First, because it won't be enough to meet the points of no return in this regard. And second, because it's not just about global warming.
First, many of the measures sought in the election campaign, especially by the Greens, do not seem to be coming. For example, the nation of BMW, Audi, Mercedes and Porsche (lobby alert!) is one of the last countries in the world that cannot bring itself to a general speed limit on our highways. This would be an almost cost-free measure that protects the environment and the wallet, avoids traffic fatalities and reduces noise. Nor does anyone dare to raise the issue of domestic flights, although in our small country these hardly bring any time advantages and are only financially attractive at all because of subsidies, including for kerosene. Apparently, despondency is the order of the day.
Secondly, why is it that only climate change has made it into the headlines lately? Because a contemporary - or rather overdue - environmental awareness would have to reach much further. For example, the transmission of diseases from animals to humans (which, after all, includes Corona) is a consequence of the pushback against nature conservation and species protection. Apropos: the immense population decline of pollinating insects due to chemical pollutants ensures that in the meantime even in Germany tomatoes can only be grown if they are pollinated manually with paintbrushes. Clean drinking water is becoming a luxury good in many regions of the world. Primeval forests are still being illegally cleared or burn down disproportionately. Not to mention the poor condition of the world's oceans, where overfishing and pollution will apparently lead to the collapse of ecosystems almost without public interest, perhaps even faster than on land and in the atmosphere.
By the way: Saudi Arabia wants to be climate neutral by 2060. Unfortunately, this is not a bad joke, but serious according to international media. Sigh...
Good News of the Week:
The so-called fairy-tale king Ludwig II is from Bavaria. His Neuschwanstein Castle, the reference for the famous Disney castle, is just around the corner. And the term "Former Royal Bavarian Purveyor to the Court" is still a recognized seal of quality that I also pay attention to. Nevertheless, I am anything but a royalist. After all, the principle of hereditary nobility seems to me to be very much out of date. When friends of ours drove to Balmoral Castle during a joint excursion to Scotland to wave to the Queen as she passed by, I clearly preferred to spend the day in the Jacuzzi of our cottage.
A highlight of this absurdity was provided by Prince Harry - formerly known in this country mainly for his underage drinking with a swastika armband - and his wife Meghan Markle, when they tearfully let us riffraff know via Oprah Winfrey how hard life can be as a celebrity with a lot of money. Funny, I didn't feel like shedding a tear. At least his older brother Prince William will be the heir to the throne in "the firm" Windsor, who seems to be living up to his role with more dignity.
As patron of nine charitable organizations, His Royal Highness apparently saw an early purpose in building bridges and credibly conveys that he is interested in the realities of ordinary humanity. So it fits that he launched The Earthshot Prize with Sir David Attenborough, which last week for the first time awarded five winners for their contributions to environmentalism - as well as media attention with £1 million to support them in their work. The five award categories are restoration and protection of nature, air cleanliness, ocean revival, waste-free living and climate action - a theming I can live with. Likewise with a statement the prince made to BBC during the awards ceremony: "Rich entrepreneurs should be trying to repair this planet, not trying to find the next place to go and live". Got that, Jeff Bezos?
Personal happy moment of the week:
There are weeks that are so problem-ridden that it's hard to identify a truly happy moment. Such a moment is just coming to an end for me. And, unfortunately, it probably sets the tone for the week to come. But at least: my favorite wine still tastes very good ;-)
I couldn't care less...
...that the Turkish despot - oops, I mean president of course - Recep Tayyip Erdoğan has declared the German ambassador together with 8 colleagues, among others from the USA and France, as "persona non grata" (undesirable person). This is in fact the formal announcement of an expulsion, in diplomatic circles the ultimate MCA, especially towards NATO partners and the EU, in which he would be so happy to be a member. But the people concerned can actually see this as an honorary title, because after all it was "awarded" to them because they demanded the release of Osman Kavala - a human rights activist who has been sitting in prison for about four years without a trial (so much for the rule of law).
As I write this...
...the air in the room smells more and more like apple pie, which is currently in the oven. Still the best way to recycle apples whose skin is no longer youthfully tight. And the fact that we can all smell it, reassures us that it's just a cold that the whole family has been fighting for days.
Post scriptum:
My daughter commenting her Instagram:
That’s me…
That’s me…
That’s me…
That’s a cat.
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wvexplorer · 5 years
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My thoughts on excerpts of Harry “doing a Sophie”
'Oh no, I think it's much better (than royal life). You forget, I was in the military for ten years so I'm more normal than my family would like to believe. I talked about why this is dumb. He’s not normal. Not in any way. He has a global platform he didn’t earn. And his male relatives are all military men to various degrees, it means nothing in terms of your normality
'And seeing as everyone under the age of 35 or 36, seems to be carrying out an activist's role, gives us the opportunity to try and make more of a difference without being criticised (chuckles)'. This kind of confirms to me that opting out of accountability was a big factor in the Great Schism 
I've spent many, many years being criticised by the media for doing all sorts of things and trying to change the way we think, um. HE REALLY BELIEVES THIS SHIT. HE THINKS HE’S BEING CRITICISED FOR BEING A RENEGADE. You were criticised for wearing a swastika. You were criticised for being racist, repeatedly. You were criticised for hypocrisy. You were criticised for physical assault. I would never say that every single article about him has been fair but to compare himself to Greta as he does later in this bit when he has been held to account as a representative of the public is ridiculous. He really believes he’s been hounded and unfairly persecuted 
'The mere fact that Donald Trump is pushing the coal industry is so big in America, he has blood on his hands. But Trump will want to meet you to make him look better but he won't want to have a discussion about climate change with you because you will outsmart him. Obviously I agree but when he’s still being funded by us he shouldn’t be talking about politicians. Could he not have waited until April to start stirring the pot?
'I have very little to say on that. But whatever he has done or hasn't done, is completely separate from me and my wife. We operate in a way of inclusivity and we are focusing on community. And so we are completely separate from the majority of my family.' Ok weird that you will shit on everyone but draw the line at Andrew. Also a rich people only summit at JP Morgan is inclusive? Alright mate 
'Unfortunately there is very few alternatives. We have to fly on commercial planes all over the world. Nowhere near as much as most people who do it for a night or weekends. Lol. Just no. 
'So I think one of the, what I've always believed, one of the strongest ways to change mindset and be able to raise consciousness and be able to create self-awareness among people, is to challenge the media and say you have a responsibility and you are accountable for everything you are feeding people because you are brainwashing people, so this is far bigger than just us.' For a start he only became interested in this when it impacted him so let’s not suggest that you’re some champion for the marginalised. The media needs to be scrutinised, for sure, but if you couple this with their insistence you use their website as your only source and they’ll always be factual, I would argue he’s trying to brainwash people too but just with his views 
The giggling 'Greta' - aged 17 - then says: 'I found some candidates that suits me - James Windsor and Prince George. 'Their ages I think are very suitable for my marriage. It will help..Harry then replies laughing: 'I am sure I can help.'' I’m sure this was meant to be a joke but imagine if this was reversed, joking about a 6 year old girl being married off to a 17 year old. That would be a red flag. I think in the context it’s sad to see this. Like George is already being sexualised by Gary Janetti for profit so to continue to push him into this adult role, even as what I’m sure was meant to be a joke, is just kind of gross 
THE PENGUINS- I love this bit. I just love the thought of 50 penguins lining up at customs with tiny suitcases 
I probably missed excerpts but let me know
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https://www.vulture.com/2020/04/if-i-wrote-a-coronavirus-episode.html
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[Set in the time of “Fire in the Hole,” the Elmore Leonard story on which the series is based.]
Timing couldn’t be worse, said Devil, slouching into the falling-down church, swastikas and Aryan Brotherhood symbols on the wall. “How’re we gonna move on that bank with all the gov’mint types and the federal medical-swabbing and taking jabs, testing for the corona. You ask me, there ain’t nothing the matter; they’re just gonna use it to impose martial law.” “I didn’t ask you,” said Boyd Crowder. “And you’re wrong — the timing couldn’t be better. We set off a charge under a car in the ARH parking lot by the quarantine tents, the hospital’ll go into lockdown, the police and federals guarding it, everyone jumpy ’cause of the virus. While we stroll into the bank in Somerset, mostly empty ’cause of the distancing, and no one suspecting us, because us and everyone else, well, we’re supposed to be wearing masks.” Devil smiled, having not thought of it that way, why he was glad to be in Crowder’s Commandos, the way Boyd’s mind worked.
Dewey Crowe came through the door, breathing hard, Boyd asking if he was normally this out of breath walking up the church steps, an edge to the question, the way everyone was now with any sneeze or cough. Dewey said he’d been to see Ava, but there was a federal there, said he knew Boyd, but he’d run him off. “No, you didn’t,” said Boyd, looking past Dewey through the door. “He followed you.”
Boyd watched a man get out of a Town Car, putting on a cowboy hat as he walked like Gary Cooper toward the church. It’d been 20 years since Boyd’d seen him — the hat was new — but you spend 12 hours a day with a man you never forget his walk. Devil joined Boyd in the doorway, asking who this was. “That there is Raylan Givens,” said Boyd. “We dug coal together.” —Graham Yost
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brokenmirrorbaby · 4 years
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₴₥₳₴Ⱨ ₮ⱧɆ ₣₳₴Ⱨ {₳ Ⱡ₳₵ł ⱠɆɆ ₥łӾ ₣ØⱤ ₳ⱠɆӾ ⱧɎĐɆ}
here is a playlist for my friend alex. he doesn’t have a tumblr but i thought i would make him one ANYWAY.
ⱤɆĐ ₣Ⱡ₳₲ - ฿łⱠⱠɎ ₮₳ⱠɆ₦₮
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The red flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The red flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday Well I've never seen us act like this Our only hope is the minds of kids And they'll show us a thing or two
Đł₴ØⱤĐɆⱤ - JØɎ ĐłVł₴łØ₦
I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand, Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man? These sensations barely interest me for another day, I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away. It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand, On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land, Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now, I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.
ⱠØ₴₮ ł₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₴Ʉ₱ɆⱤ₥₳Ɽ₭Ɇ₮ - ₮ⱧɆ ₵Ⱡ₳₴Ⱨ
I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed personality I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me
฿ⱠØØĐⱠł₦Ɇ₴ - ₥ł₦ł₴₮ⱤɎ
How did I make this choice? Filling my heart up with rage. No one can hear my voice. The deafening shame I lay my life on the line. I lost my soul to Bloodlines! How can you live this way? That's a good question. I'm walking between the pain Without redemption. I lay my life on the line. I lost my soul to Bloodlines!
₲ł₥₥Ɇ ₴ⱧɆⱠ₮ɆⱤ - ₴ł₴₮ɆⱤ₴ Ø₣ ₥ɆⱤ₵Ɏ
Oh, a storm is threat'ning My very life today If I don't get some shelter Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away War, children, it's just a shot away It's just a shot away War, children, it's just a shot away It's just a shot away Ooh, see the fire is sweepin' Our very street today Burns like a red coal carpet Mad bull lost its way
₣₳ł₮Ⱨ - ₲ɆØⱤ₲Ɇ ₥ł₵Ⱨ₳ɆⱠ
Well, I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body I know not everybody has got a body like you But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play because I played them, too Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor Oh, when that love comes down without devotion Well, it takes a strong man, baby But I'm showin' you the door 'Cause I gotta have faith I gotta' have faith
Đ₳Ɽ₭ Ɇ₦₮ⱤłɆ₴ - ฿₳ɄⱧ₳Ʉ₴
Caressing bent up to the jug again With sheaths and pills Invading all those stills In a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss Lane Leave me with some pain Went walking through this city's neon lights In fear of disguising my warping seething Pressure lines and graceless heirs Intangible of price Trying so hard to find what? What was right
₦₳Ⱬł ₱Ʉ₦₭₴ ₣Ʉ₵₭ Ø₣₣ - ĐɆ₳Đ ₭Ɇ₦₦ɆĐɎ₴
If you've come to fight, get outta here You ain't no better than the bouncers We ain't trying to be police When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks, fuck off! Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks, fuck off! Ten guys jump one, what a man You fight each other, the police state wins Stab your backs when you trash our halls Trash a bank if you've got real balls You still think swastikas look cool The real Nazis run your schools They're coaches, businessmen and cops In a real fourth Reich you'll be the first to go
₮ⱧɆ ₭łĐ₴ ₳ⱤɆ₦'₮ ₳ⱠⱤł₲Ⱨ₮ - ₮ⱧɆ Ø₣₣₴₱Ɽł₦₲
When we were young the future was so bright The old neighborhood was so alive And every kid on the whole damn street Was gonna make it big and not be beat Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up but their lives are worn How can one little street Swallow so many lives Chances thrown Nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard Hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams
₴₳₵Ɽł₣ł₵Ɇ - ⱠØ₦ĐØ₦ ₳₣₮ɆⱤ ₥ł₦Đ₦ł₲Ⱨ₮
And here we go to again we taken it to the end we every walkin moment we face the silent torment i`d sacrifise i`d sacrifise myself to you right here tonight because you know that i love you darkness, is all i want to see never put in to words what it is you mean to me
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smallfishbigsmoke · 5 years
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“The wall” - a writing exercise
Here’s an exercise I often use when I teach creative writing or when I’m stuck for a good description. It helps create imagery that is fresh, surprising, vital.
I call it “the wall”, as it works a bit like “the wall” for a runner, i.e. something you come up to, then feel yourself hitting, then ultimately push through in order to level up.
You take an image, say a simile, that you want to work with. For example:
The sky is black as ink.
And then you push it further.
The sky is black as...
a black cat chimney innards a hole the pupil of an eye coal forever squid ink...
You keep going at speed until you hit a wall, i.e. you’ve got nothing for a while. Then you wait, you keep leaning on it, until the wall breaks and you get more....
a fully burnt sausage a slammed fingernail a punched eye a swastika sprayed on a white wall if it had been redacted a large, leather glove over the mouth of the sun
The best image might not be after the wall. It's just an exercise, really; it works your muscle. You do end up producing a lot of grist, though, and - if you're lucky - you get at least a kernel of something worth keeping.
I have a vague feeling that someone once taught me this trick themselves, a long time ago, so I won’t claim it as my own idea. But over the years I have made it my own and maybe you will too.
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96thdayofrage · 3 years
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Eastern Ukraine, an area roughly the size of West Virginia, is a land of extremes. Summers there can get hot enough to fry an egg on the street and winters cold enough to toss boiling water into the air and watch it transform into a frozen powder. Its vast steppes are blanketed in golden sunflowers and flecked by black dust from coal mines and hulking steel factories. And in the past seven years, some 4 million Ukrainians have tried to go on with their lives amid a brutal war.
It was there in April 2014, two months after the Moscow-friendly Ukrainian president was overthrown by revolutionaries in Kyiv, that a Russian special forces operation took hold. Disguised as a local uprising, it exploded into an all-out war that killed more than 13,000 people over the course of seven years. With just 6,000 combat-ready troops, Ukraine’s underfunded, underequipped, and unprepared military was no match for the much more sophisticated Kremlin-backed insurgency.
Dozens of volunteer paramilitary units, including hardened right-wing nationalists and neo-Nazis, leaped into the fray to halt the Russian advance. Among the most prominent: Right Sector, a group that answered to no state authority.
The battalion’s commander was Dmytro Yarosh, a stocky man with stubble and a slight lisp, whose goal was to build a country for ethnic Ukrainians. An avowed follower of Stepan Bandera, a Ukrainian Nazi collaborator who fought Soviet rule in the 1930s and 1940s, Yarosh inspired and mobilized upward of 3,000 Right Sector fighters who shared his vision.
Many of them boasted tattoos of swastikas, Black Suns, and other Nazi symbols, and they were often seen making the “Sieg heil” salute. Human rights groups and Western governments accused them of torturing combatants and civilians, notoriety that only raised the group’s profile.
Extremists began pouring into the country to join its ranks and those of other far-right paramilitary formations. Among them were roughly 40 Americans, according to interviews with seven of the men, research from experts, news reports, open-source information, and court records. Many of the Americans held far-right views and a propensity for violence, and were searching for a new beginning after a series of failures in the US.
Craig Lang was one of them.
Lang had joined the Army in 2008 to escape his troubled childhood in North Carolina, which included five years in a foster home, according to his father, Donald Lang. (In Ukrainian court, Craig Lang described assaulting a teacher.)
Friends say Lang told them the Army was his best way out. He served in the infantry from November 2008 to June 2014, completing tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, where his Humvee struck a roadside bomb. “I was in a position, a round came in, it exploded, and caused a brain injury,” Lang would later tell the Ukrainian court. “I have problems with vision in my left eye. I often have problems with headaches.”
Lang arrived in Ukraine in May 2015, seeking adventure and violence.
At the same time, his marriage was imploding. His wife, who’d been his high school sweetheart, filed for divorce. According to news reports, Lang believed she was seeing other men.
In 2013, he deserted his posting at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas, and drove nonstop to his wife’s home in North Carolina, with his military body armor, night vision goggles, claymore mines, and two assault rifles in tow. He wanted to kill his wife, he later told a journalist.
“Craig went frickin’ ballistic,” one Army colleague told me.
Lang’s wife was not harmed. Police had been alerted to his unsanctioned trip and arrested him at his father’s home. Donald Lang told a local news channel that his son had “developed PTSD” since returning from Iraq and Afghanistan.
He was jailed for several weeks after the incident and then returned to El Paso. On June 4, 2014, he was dishonorably discharged from the Army. A spokesperson declined to comment on the terms of the discharge (or to confirm his injuries), but it cost Lang his veterans benefits, health insurance, and gun license. On top of that, his wife finalized the divorce, took possession of his truck and home, filed a restraining order against him, and won custody of their child.
In seeking the restraining order, his wife wrote: “I fear for my safety and the safety of my two-and-a-half-year-old. Craig has demonstrated violent behavior directed towards me and others on many occasions.” She said he had previously tried to suffocate her with a pillow in front of their toddler, threatened to kill her, and sent her a text message about trying to kill himself.
After being discharged from the Army, he struggled to find work, taking odd jobs that often only lasted for weeks at a time, friends of Lang’s told me. In 2015, mired in debt and without any lucrative prospects, he came across an article about the war in Ukraine. It described the Ukrainian military’s struggle to hold back the bigger and stronger Russian army, and the foreign fighters streaming into the country to fight with far-right volunteer battalions.
He arrived in Ukraine in May 2015, seeking adventure and violence.
Lang said he was barely off the train in the war-torn region of eastern Ukraine when a member of Right Sector handed him a loaded AK-47.
The next morning, he was deployed to a position just a few miles from the Russia-controlled city of Donetsk, a key stronghold where some of the most intense fighting was taking place.
“I personally chose Right Sector because I thought they were the most active on the front line,” Lang told BuzzFeed News. (Lang and I communicated via social media and in person on at least four occasions over two years but he always declined my requests to be interviewed. However, he did speak briefly to a Ukrainian reporter BuzzFeed News sent to cover court proceedings in March.)
Without the ability to speak Russian or Ukrainian, Lang stuck close to the few English-speaking Ukrainians and a handful of other Americans and Europeans in the Right Sector.
An American volunteer who fought with Lang described him, two of his closest American companions, and two Austrians as “maniacs” who “got their rocks off” firing Kalashnikov automatic rifles or the battalion’s machine gun and shoulder-fired rocket-propelled grenade launchers. The five men called their close-knit squad “Task Force Pluto” after the Greek god of the underworld. An American fighter who wasn’t part of Pluto but hung around the men told me they had a “fetish for death and torture.”
A freelance German photographer visited the Right Sector base in early 2016. One of his images shows Lang — 6 feet 2 inches tall, with a craning neck, sapphire-blue eyes, light hair, and an untamed amber beard — holding up a photo of his daughter.
In another photo of Lang, a tattoo of the words “MOLON LABE” — an ancient Greek expression of defiance that translates to “come and take them,” a phrase that has been adopted by Second Amendment activists and conservatives in the US — is visible on his right forearm as he shakes the hand of a man with the same tattoo on his arm.
A third picture shows Lang beside a member of the unit who is giving a Nazi salute.
American fighters who knew Lang said that between gun battles, the men of Task Force Pluto would bring up their “troubling” political views over cheap Ukrainian booze and cigarettes — and that Lang’s politics and behavior grew more radical. He would often defy his commanders’ orders and attempt to provoke the enemy into a gunfight, they said. One of them said that Lang’s lack of discipline was largely why his two-month stint later as a contract soldier in Ukraine’s Armed Forces didn’t pan out.
Speaking with BuzzFeed News, Lang said he didn’t “have any extremist political views.”
But Damien Rodriguez, a Bronx native who previously fought with a far-right Ukrainian unit and crossed paths with Lang on the battlefield, recalled it very differently.
“Some of the things he said made me think, Dude, I don’t wanna be next to you right now,” he said. “He was telling me about starting a revolution” in the US. “It was crazy.”
Lang, he said, wanted to “watch the world burn.”
Lang liked to boast about “fucking people up” and doing “extrajudicial shit” in the war zone, especially to enemy combatants captured by Right Sector.
David Plaster, another American who fought in the ranks of Ukrainian volunteer battalions with Lang, said in an interview that Lang liked to boast about “fucking people up” and doing “extrajudicial shit” in the war zone, especially to enemy combatants captured by Right Sector.
During his downtime, Lang spent hours responding to Facebook messages he received from other Americans who were hoping to fight alongside far-right extremists. Those prospects had seen him in interviews with Ukrainian and Western media. Footage of him firing a machine gun or standing beside artillery made him into a sort of folk hero among Ukrainians and wayward young men back home in the US.
According to Brian Boyenger, an Iraq War veteran who served as a sniper in Ukraine from 2015 to 2016 alongside Lang in the country's Armed Forces, Lang was the first point of contact in Ukraine for many “lost boys” who came to the country to fight.
Boyenger said he acted as an unofficial human resources manager of sorts, interviewing dozens of the fighters Lang had recruited. He turned many of them down, he said, for being “radicals” or “too eager” to gain real-life combat experience.
One of the prospects Boyenger rejected was a South Carolina native named Jarrett William Smith, who told me in a letter that he was attracted to the neo-Nazi imagery of Ukraine’s far-right battalions and had reached out to Lang while still in high school. Smith never made it to Ukraine, although he still hopes to go there and fight someday. Instead, he enlisted in the US Army and in September 2019 found himself facing serious federal charges for allegedly helping far-right extremists. Prosecutors said he sent recipes for homemade napalm on the social networking site Telegram and discussed plans to assassinate former House representative Beto O’Rourke and blow up the offices of CNN. He later pleaded guilty and was sentenced to two and a half years in prison, where he now resides.
The roughly 40 Americans who are known to have gone to Ukraine range in age from their early twenties to mid-fifties, and some have ties with far-right extremist groups in the US. A few with far-left affiliations have joined Russia-backed forces.
In October, I reported that Kyiv deported two American men who were tied to Atomwaffen Division and the Base, stateside neo-Nazi groups linked to violent crimes including murder and alleged plots to attack US nuclear facilities. At least one of them has since returned to the US.
Ukrainian security services told me that the Americans had tried to set up a local branch and connect with members of the country’s Azov Battalion, a group of far-right radicals and neo-Nazis that has been accused of torture and war crimes. (The group is now officially a part of Ukraine’s National Guard and has been renamed the Azov Regiment.)
Kacper Rekawek, a researcher at the nonprofit Counter Extremism Project and the author of a 2020 report on right-wing foreign fighters in Ukraine, told me that European intelligence agencies began taking notice years ago of extremists going to the country. Italy, Spain, Czechia, and the United Kingdom are among several countries that have arrested and prosecuted citizens who fought with groups in eastern Ukraine and returned home.
“These guys project their fantasies onto the war in Ukraine,” Rekawek said. “They say, ‘We went there because we thought we could live our lives the way we want to.’ They’re like ISIS in that way.”
Mollie Saltskog, a senior analyst who tracks foreign fighters at the Soufan Group, a New York–based security consultancy, worries about what happens when they leave the war. “The question is, what do they want to do after leaving Ukraine? Some want to make more of a lateral career move and become a career mercenary — but then the people who go back to Europe and the US, how are they using their newfound skill and newfound network?”
“These guys project their fantasies onto the war in Ukraine. They say, ‘We went there because we thought we could live our lives the way we want to.’ They’re like ISIS in that way.”
Nathan Sales, the former ambassador-at-large and coordinator for counterterrorism at the State Department, told me last summer while still in his post that the US had been monitoring reports of American white supremacist fighters in Ukraine “very closely.”
He pointed to comments by FBI Director Christopher Wray, who said in October 2019 that his agency was watching “racially motivated violent extremists connecting with like-minded individuals online certainly, and in some instances … travel[ing] overseas to train.”
That tracks with what four American fighters told me about their encounters with federal agents when they returned to the US. They said they were pulled aside in airports and questioned about their motivations for fighting in a foreign war, their affiliations with Ukraine’s far-right extremist groups, and their personal beliefs and ideologies. But the intervention didn’t have much effect.
“They question me: What was I doing? Blah blah blah,” one American fighter told me. “I tell them I don’t have anything to hide. Then they let me go. Every time.”
By summer 2017, when the war in Ukraine had cooled to a low simmer, Lang told other American fighters that he was growing bored of the monotony of trench warfare. Alex Zwiefelhofer, an American fighter who joined the Right Sector after deserting the US Army and connecting with Lang online, was getting restless too. According to US court documents, they hatched a plan that June: travel to East Africa to fight al-Shabaab, a jihadist terrorist organization allied with al-Qaeda.
Claiming to be journalists, the two men made it only as far as the Kenya–South Sudan border before the South Sudan People’s Defence Forces reportedly detained them. They were arrested for trying to cross without proper documents and thrown in a Nairobi jail for almost two months.
“So, week six of African jail. just contracted cholera,” Zwiefelhofer complained in a July 2017 Facebook post he managed to publish from a phone he said he smuggled in.
Lang’s passport was marked by US authorities with a black stamp, rendering it invalid, due to unpaid child support. Weeks later, the two of them were deported back to the US; Lang was sent to Surprise, Arizona, where his mother lived at the time.
Meanwhile, Zwiefelhofer ran into more serious trouble. While Customs and Border Protection agents interrogated him at the airport in Charlotte, North Carolina, about his foreign military exploits in Ukraine and South Sudan, they discovered child sexual abuse imagery on his phone, court records show. He was booked into jail on charges of sexual exploitation of a minor before being released on bond and fleeing to Wisconsin. That case is still pending.
As the months went by, Lang and Zwiefelhofer grew restless again. The pair craved the exhilaration they got from fighting overseas, their acquaintances told me. They started talking about returning to Ukraine or going to Venezuela to fight alongside anti-government rebels who were trying to overthrow socialist President Nicolás Maduro.
Beginning in March 2018, they exchanged Facebook messages and hatched plans to meet in Miami, according to court records.
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After Lang and Zwiefelhofer arrived in Miami by bus on April 5, 2018, they did what many tourists who come to South Florida do: don tropical shirts and snap selfies.
Inside a La Quinta Inn in Miami, nestled between a Denny’s, a Wendy’s, and a McDonald’s near the city’s international airport, Lang slipped into a button-up shirt patterned with navy and light blue hibiscus flowers. Zwiefelhofer put on a shirt adorned with yellow, pink, red, and green martini glasses. Then the pair took selfies against the purple, black, and white decor of room 210.
But they didn’t pack like typical tourists. Together, they brought at least four semiautomatic Glock pistols, one high-powered rifle, and hundreds of bullets.
In the weeks before, court records show, Lang and Zwiefelhofer had discussed smuggling guns and ammunition to Miami, buying body armor at a military surplus store, committing robberies, hot-wiring and stealing a yacht, and escaping to South America or Ukraine. According to the FBI, the pair said they might “kill a yacht owner if necessary” to make their getaway.
What the men did next in room 210, with the fluorescent light of fast-food signs glinting through the curtains, was like something from a Coen brothers film. After examining Lang’s laptop, the FBI found that the two men had googled “classified Miami handguns,” “hotwire boat ignition switch,” and “how to smuggle myself to South America.” And then they watched a scene in a Hollywood action movie where shooters ambush passengers in a sitting vehicle.
On April 7, authorities say, the men used Lang’s laptop to post a classified ad on Armslist.com under the name Jeremy Goldstein, offering to sell five Glock handguns, one Star pistol, one Uzi, and four upper and four lower receivers for AR-15 assault rifles.
A little over 24 hours later, at 12:10 a.m. on April 9, 2018, Serafin Lorenzo texted with the man he believed was Goldstein to inquire about the firearms.
The next evening, authorities say, Lang and Zwiefelhofer drove west in a rented Toyota Corolla on Interstate 75. Better known as Alligator Alley, the flat and unswerving 80-mile stretch of pavement cuts through the Everglades. Around 10 p.m., they arrived at the Galleria complex in Estero.
Serafin Lorenzo had told a family member the night before how excited he was about the deal, saying he thought $3,000 for the haul was a steal and he could sell it all for more than twice that much, the family member told me in an interview.
The family member said they expressed concern about the arrangement, telling Serafin that it didn’t sound right. The family member still recalls his reply: “This is a legit thing. Trust me.”
At 10:44 p.m., Serafin Lorenzo backed the couple’s red GMC truck into a parking spot opposite a church and sent a text to the number for Goldstein saying he and Deana Lorenzo were there. Less than 10 minutes later, the Lorenzos fell under a deadly hail of bullets. The gunmen ambushed them from the rear and passenger side; federal investigators noted how similar this was to the movie scene Lang and Zwiefelhofer had watched.
Red-hot rounds pierced the victims’ bodies, penetrated the trunks of palm trees across the parking lot, and blew through office windows.
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Another item from the Swastika Fuel/Coal Company out of Raton, New Mexico. Looks like a product badge of some sort.
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Iris Publishers_Journal of Textile Science & Fashion Technology (JTSFT)
Punk, Fashion and Aesthetic Cosmopolitanism
Authored by Paula Guerra
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Abstract
In this article we propose an analysis of the genesis of Portuguese punk fashion. Due to the overvaluation of the London reality, punk clothing may at first sight show a homogeneity. However, by considering different realities and socio-historical contexts, it is possible to establish a more detailed view of what was and what is punk fashion, and the constant appropriation and actualization of this aesthetic. In Portugal, in the years after four decades of dictatorship, this fashion constituted a form of disruption. Through a set of interviews with key actors of the Portuguese punk scene, we will try to determine how this disruptive fashion was triggered and also how it allowed the country’s aesthetic and cultural opening to a late modernity.
Keywords: Fashion; Punk; Do-it-yourself; Aesthetic cosmopolitanism
Abbreviations: KISMIF: Keep It Simple Make It Fast! Project; DIY: Do-It-Yourself
Introduction
Fashion and punk. Few styles have provoked (and still provoke) both an appeal and an aversion as punk does. Aversion was even pursued by the punks themselves, and that’s something that makes the appeal even stronger. It is a cycle. Therefore, it is not surprising there are numerous books, articles, journalistic works, photo books, etc. about this theme. Ironically, in a counter-punk way, this avalanche of information on punk aesthetics eventually crystallized a punk outfit with such a striking visual force that still endures today. But it creates and recreates itself in an unbroken circle since the late 1970s. Punk has fueled innovation in fashion and contemporary visual imagery in a spectrum of incessant resurrection and death [1,2]. In terms of ideology, punk assumes itself as a contesting movement in the artistic, economic and social dimensions. It was, in Western societies, a landmark of rupture and repositioning in relation to the existing social structure accompanied by a soundtrack and a visual imaginary. It was more than just a t-shirt or a song. It was an un-submissive attitude that broke the status quo and gave visibility to a youth that was unsatisfied and disbelieving the future [3].
And what was the context that allowed the emergence of punk? The genesis of punk is often interpreted by the context of economic crisis that violently hits western nations in the wake of rising oil prices. At that time, the last bastions of Great Britain’s economy were sinking: the automotive and textile industries are struggling with enormous difficulties, as so the coal and metallurgy industries. Prices raised up, wages stagnated, and unemployment increased. Hebdige, et al. [4] interpreted the punk style as a visual response to England’s socioeconomic crisis during the late 1970s [5,6].
The purpose of this article is to analyse the subversive and disruptive characteristics of punk fashion and aesthetics in Portugal. What are its specificities and similarities to the British reality that we mentioned above? How was that appropriated in a small country, completely isolated by 40 long years of dictatorship? As we will discuss in more detail throughout the text, the Portuguese socio-political context was quite different. On April 25, 1974 the Revolução dos Cravos [Carnation Revolution] occurs, which means the end of 48 years of political dictatorship carried out by the Estado Novo regime [3]. A revolution had taken place, but a cultural and customs revolution was yet missing. Fashion is a paradigmatic example in this matter. Immediately after the April 25, 1974 revolution, fashion had not changed significantly. There was a dress code, so to speak, normative. For men, the colors did not differ much: blue, black or white. What came from abroad was expensive and arrived often with delay. Hence the importance of punk in providing a universe of aesthetic possibilities to a group of young people through Do-It-Yourself (DIY) (there were also a few who could buy fashion accessories on trips to London, but they were reduced in number).
It is well known that one of the major sociological concerns is to assess how the diffusion of fashion takes place. Is it from top to bottom or vice versa? Is it a structured process or the sum of random events and actions that puts a style on the spotlight? Crane, et al. [7] considers that currently it is a highly complex process due to the geographical dispersion of the various actors involved and the huge diversity of products generated. There are two best known sociological theories on this subject. The classic model was postulated by Simmel, et al. [8]. A stylistic novelty would first be adopted by the upper classes and then progressively spread to the remaining social classes. Styles appeared in haute couture houses and over a period of time reigned there. But soon those styles were beginning to be imitated either by peers or by other social classes. By the time fashion reached the bottom of the social structure, it was depleted. Fashion is here associated with social status. Its legitimacy is only convertible into capital if its expansion is restricted. When social closure is broken, legitimacy is lost. It would be a top-down model. The second theory is based on the opposite. It defends a bottom-up model. The new styles would emerge in the lower classes and would be progressively adopted by higher social groups of the social scale [9]. Prestige is no longer associated with social status but with age. New fashion styles come from youth groups. Subcultures and youth tribes, above all. These subcultures have distinctive ways of dressing, one that attracts the eye of the fashion industry and imitation by other social and age groups [10]. These novelties would come not only from the young but also from artistic and minority groups such as homosexuals.
In both models, however, diffusion processes are accelerated by the media. In the nineteenth century, fashion needed some time to spread, not only in the country of origin, but also abroad. With the mass media, however, the whole process underwent a profound acceleration. The first model was dominant in Western societies until the 1960s, when demographic and social factors accentuated the influence of young people in all social classes. The baby boomers were a generation with economic possibilities that were unthinkable for their parents, and this factor influenced many spheres, namely fashion. Since then, the second model explains better the reality of fashion in Western societies. Before we talk about subcultures and punk in Portugal, it is important to analyze in what context punk fashion ultimately emerged. Concretely, what was fashion like in the 1970s in the Anglo-Saxon world? For Steele, et al. [11], the style of the 1970s was some kind of bastard son of the 1960s. It unveiled a confused revolt against his ancestor. One thing needs to be said. In the 1970s, fashion was not in fashion. Or rather, anti-fashion was in vogue. Mainly, freedom to use whatever and wherever one wished was the essential requirement. Fashion of the 1970s can be divided into two phases: the first, from 1970 to 1974, is characterized by the continuation of many late 1960s features such as retro costumes, shocking clothing and ethnic influences. Valerie Steele, et al. [11] calls this phase the ‘late hippie diffusion’. The second phase goes from 1975 to 1979, and fashion became both harder and more conservative. At street fashion level, hippie, peace, and love were suddenly replaced by punk, sex, and violence. On the other hand, in haute couture, prevailed the decadent style of terrorist chic [5]. At the same time, and paradoxically, there was a search for uniformity around dress-for-success clothing [6,11]. There were two main trends in this decade: androgyny and punk. This is explained by the continuing importance of music in fashion’s domain. Just as mods and hippies created their own styles, so did punk. It was an aggressive style of confrontation, with an outfit marked by references to sadomasochism. Above all, it was against the remaining hippie remnants that they existed [5,12,4,13]. Punk was riot. The clothes were cut, pierced with pins, decorated with swastika images or tampons. It was a shock. Quickly, however, the shock passed into a major influence on the fashion world. With punk, it had become a spurious task to seek to establish strict separations between anti-fashion and fashion [14].
Although part of a broader context of cultural production, and as a consequence of constraining time and space, we will focus very briefly solely on the importance of Vivienne Westwood. In 1971, Westwood and Malcolm McLaren rented the back of Paradise Garage at 430 Kings Road. Initially named Let it Rock, they sold rock’n’roll records and teddy boys-style clothes designed by Vivienne. Then began ten intense years of subversive creativity. Regardless of the various incarnations of Vivienne and Malcolm’s store, the common catalyst for their creations was the revolutionary and anarchic attitude and the struggle for a new aesthetic. In 1973 there was a new name change: Too Fast to Live, Too Young to Die. But it is the following year, in 1974, that the store is renamed: Sex [15,16]. Here, rising above any measure of comfort and social selfindulgence, Westwood operates a visual poetics of deconstruction and chaos, materializing in the wearables a certain esprit d’époque that beckoned the loss of stabilizing social and cultural coordinates. Operating incisions, tears, and violations, Vivienne inaugurates an unprecedented empiricism that deconstructs the very market organization of a ready-to-wear market by appropriating massbought black t-shirts and remastering them. In these t-shirts, Westwood performs what would become the look of punk, inseparable from the urgencies of the time [17].
It is possible to identify today all the cultural and symbolic matrix of Vivienne Westwood’s creations. For example, from a small shop on Kings Road to Paris, Westwood has enhanced her influence in the fashion world by gradually joining a circuit. Often accused of selling out to the system she once criticized, Westwood became between the 1980s and 1990s a global, millionaire venture; despite its virtual belonging to the capitalist logic of production, Vivienne’s aggressive and ironic aesthetic still carries that old noise of (in) contestation, transmuting the catwalk’s sacrosanct space into a platform for debate and protest [15,18]. That’s why Theresa May - the former English Prime Minister - was wearing a ‘classic’ Westwood tartan at her swearing in ceremony in 2016.
Materials and Methods
The data presented and discussed here is the result of a long research that lasted from 2012 to 2017. A set of 214 semi-structured or biographical interviews, conducted between 2013 and 2015, were performed to self-representing actors as punks or linked to the development of Portuguese punk scenes. The 214 interviewees of the KISMIF project have in common the present and/or past participation in the Portuguese punk scene: either as musicians, or as promoters, editors, critics and other intermediaries, or as consumers. The interviews were guided by a script with more than 50 categorical entries. The interviews were transcribed and object of a classic analysis of content and/or other quantitative and/ or qualitative speech treatments. The sample was constructed by the snowball method, following the contact networks between the actors, from an initial base referenced by the research team. The analytical object was established through the contacts provided by the interviewees, which gave the research a wide territorial range. Our methodology was shaped by the categorical content analysis so as to grasp the meanings and purposes of social actions, thus favoring qualitative and intensive perspectives. Our approach methodology focuses on (sub)cultural analysis. Hebdige, et al. [4] argues that after World War II there was a profound change in the way social classes were experienced in England. Especially due to changing structural factors: the media, work, leisure and education, the increased purchasing power of young people, among others. One effect of these changes was the fragmentation of discourses about what it meant to belong to the working class. These new speeches were different from the traditional ones. From the perspective of the Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies, the emphasis was on how subcultures sought a solution for the problems affecting working-class youth. Those solutions could not overcome the fact that these individuals were in a subordinate position in the social structure. This tension, especially striking in a hierarchical society like the English one, was reflected in the form of subcultural style [4].
Subcultures can be defined through concepts such as DIY and homology. The first leads us to the new meanings that subcultures attribute to objects, while the second relates to the connection, the homology between the symbolic dimension and the material dimension of subcultures. In other words, the objects associated with a given subculture acquire their own meaning for its members, reflecting or expressing its explicit and implicit values [19]. Considering the punk subculture, Hebdige, et al. [4] explores its dimension of refusal and revolt against the socio-economic conditions in which working-class youth lived, stressing out that it was largely asserted by the style that functioned metaphorically as a weapon against the ruling class, as well as the fact that no subculture has managed to further break with dress norms and no subculture has so actively caused social disapproval to fall upon itself as punk did. It should be noted that wearing or using a garment is not, by itself, synonymous with style. There is the need for a stylization process, a conscious organization of objects, a repositioning and recontextualization, which removes them from their original context and thus enables new readings and resistances. It is precisely through this process of stylization that subcultures communicate their forbidden messages and meanings, as well as their collective identity [20].
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How Astrology Can Help You In Predicting Business Success
Starting your own business is one of the hardest and significant choices related to your professional life. This is the stage wherein you need to remain extremely careful for your chances and steps that you take to make advantage of your upcoming business opportunities. Being a business person or even planning to begin your business needs a great deal of consideration.
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With globalization, the business environment has ended up being competitive. In this circumstance, each businessperson wants to be successful in the marketplace. Presently, with the impact of COVID-19 what precautions you should take before setting up your business?
Discover it out with the assistance of Astrologers in Bangalore, Delhi, Pune and other metropolitan cities astrologers to be an Entrepreneur and have a fruitful business in the future. At the point when we plan or start any business, there are various factors for which we ought to be careful and it begins from your potential at the priority.
How Astrological Predictions Help For Successful Business? If you feel that you are trying hard and giving your 100% and still you are not able to see the proper development in business, at that point there must be some planetary obstruction in your astrology horoscope that is affecting your growth. Predicting business success is possible with astrology signs. There are two perspectives: first is the utilization of astrology principles to the business, as a unique entity. The second is the analysis of birth graph of a person for determining accomplishment in his business.
1.  Astrology utilizes birth chart of people for predicting business success. Consequently, a birth chart can be made additionally for a business for the time of its birth or beginning of operation.
2. In case of an online business, the time and place of the first order is used for creating an astrology horoscope. The time when the order is placed, and the place where you operate the computer are used.
3. Making a natal chart and predicting achievement and fortune for a business is much the same as that for an individual. It is good if naturally beneficial planets, for example, Venus and Jupiter have a strong presence in the graph. The strongest positions are in the tenth, seventh, fourth and first houses.
4. It is additionally significant in Astrology that a planet which represents a specific nature of the business should also be strong. For example, if a business is in the area of data and information, the planet mercury is significant. Venus must be strong for a business that deals with luxury items or art. The Jupiter planet must be strong for a promotional or advertising business.
5. If there is a positive planetary period in the astrology chart or horoscope of an individual, enhanced by a beneficial planetary transit, it indicates a time to move forward and embrace business success.
Some Astrological Remedies For Successful Business
1. As per astrology today, each Saturday put a green lemon with 7 green chilies and a bit of coal on the entry of your business place.
2. Make a swastika in the way of your business place. This will be a sign of good karma in your business success with small effort and always remove all rusty metals from your office, because it's a sign of negativity in your business life.
3. Keep one Peepal leaf on Saturday at your business place. Worship it with an incense stick and keep it underneath where you sit. Do it for 7 Saturdays. Whenever seven leaves are collected, they all ought to be flown in a river or water in a holy place.
4. On each Amavasya (no moon day), spread dhuni of Rai in your business spot to remove negative energy which may carry success to your business and furthermore help to increase your sales.
5. For extension of your business, sprinkle a fistful of pepper and dim grams in your shop on Sunday. Clean them yourself with a broom and cover or bury them in an abandoned spot.
Astrology horoscope for determining achievement were created over numerous hundreds of years, and are similarly as valuable in today's as they were in ancient times. Astrology is a proven tool for direction in the business success. These are some aspects of astrology determining business achievement.
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Under the cut is some Finnish Christmas -related translator notes and a link to a pastry recipe
There’s the ’kiltti’ again, in a non-pleading context: ’kiltti/tuhma’ is the ’nice/naughty’ when Christmas is involved. Also, ’ole hyvä’ means ’be good’ literally, it’s just a normal phrase that is said when giving something for someone, or as a response to ’kiitos’(thank you).
The name of the original comic in DA mentions getting coals for Christmas. In Finnish tradition Santa doesn’t give coal to naughty children, they get some sticks instead (’risu’ or ’vitsa’ depending who you ask). Perhaps related to that, when asking for feedback for a presentation you’ve given etc. you can ask for some ’risuja ja ruusuja’ (sticks and roses), former is for concrit and latter for praise, meaning you want to hear all thoughts said action has surfaced.
Gingerbread cookie in Finnish is ’piparkakku’ and is often shortened to just ’pipari’, in the cookie box above it’s bended to the form that means ’some gingerbread cookies’. The Finnish name comes from allspice, though it’s not a spice used in them any more. Of course we have a nationwide yearly competition for building crazy things out of the gingerbread dough, why wouldn’t we.
Another sweet bakery thing common in Finnish Christmas and no other holiday is ’joulutorttu’ or ’tähtitorttu’ (Christmas/star tart). Here’s one recipe and some nice looking pictures of them: http://cakecrumbsbeachsand.com/2011/08/joulutorttu-finnish-christmas-jam-tarts/
There are two variations of the traditional windmill style: You can fold the star and put the jam last on top of the centre, or insert the jam before folding like in the recipe above.
Apparently these are eaten in Sweden as well, and they had some small scandal a few years back when someone pointed out the windmill folding makes the tarts look like swastikas. If you want to avoid that fold them the other direction to make sauwastika’s instead. Or use any other folding method, your imagination is the limit!
These things are most delicious straight after baking while they are still warm, but it’s an easy way to burn your tongue if you’re not careful, the jam stays scalding hot longer than the dough...
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The tunnel
The two boys rode their bikes down the gravel road occasionally locking their brakes to slide and kick up dust ,everytime eliciting a chuckle. Hay bail string securing their fishing poles to the handlebars . The two couldn't have been any different .Randy with his height and golden blonde hair and ice short skinny and frail with a mop of darkness atop his skull. The summer heat drenched them and the trees overhanging the road gave the appearance of a shadow world ahead of them the dust behind them acting like fog. They stopped at a fork in the road . Wanna read the swear words in the tunnel afore we go fishin? Ice looks down the road and in the direction of the tunnel and shrugs yeah sure. The "tunnel" had been made a long time before when their town hadn't fallen by the wayside yet an was meant for vehicles to pass under the coal trains that ran through but the trains had stopped not long after ice had been born the town like the railroad began its own death rattle not long after . Setting the bikes down the pair walked in the tunnels vaulted ceiling over thirty feet above ,the instant shade a relief . Look said Randy pointing. ice followed to where he was aiming his finger "Toby suks cocks" who is Toby? Ice thought silently. Ice followed slowly he and Randy reading off different graffiti with laughs and more often confusion. Marijuana leaves swastikas love notes an area that someone had to have used a ladder to get to stating "killroy was here" . Towards the end there was one that was very odd . "Shadowlord lives" Randy read aloud as ice read it silently. Who's shadowlord? he asked Randy . The other turned walking back . I dunno let's go . Ice looked at it a minute longer then sprinted to catch his friend. Once on their bikes it took them little time to get to the "ripples" a fishing hole the boys frequently used for blue gil. They sat their under the shade for hours talking about everything from scotty pippin to Godzilla fighting the megazord . Slowly the sun dipped in the sky the two jokingly put their poles up and headed to town slowing by the fork to a stop. Who is Toby? Ice asked Randy . The other boy turned frowning in The dimming day "no clue bud says he's a cocksucker in there though , at that Randy let out a chuckle .he was more "up" on things than ice and he could tell by his friends expression that I was in thought .Oh come on you know a queer ? Faggot ? .Ice had heard these before bit had never actually defined them ."Oh" he pretended to get it .Randy looked satisfied with the response . The two rode on ice stealing confused glances back at the tunnel appearing like a void in a darkening world.
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