Lovely day in Kassel, at about 4:30 am, workers from a local construction company began dismantling Olu Oguibe’s “controversial obelisk made for Documenta 14, titled “Monument to Strangers and Refugees,” (“I was a stranger and you took me in”: Matthew 25:35) with two heavy cranes.
By 9:30 am, the obelisk was entirely gone, strapped to a flatbed truck and sent to a construction site on the outskirts of the city (where it now remains).
Because the premise is a lie … was always. Because family feuds are worse, civil wars not and because antisemitism is not exclusive when it comes to who the semites are … because Trump is, Netanyahu is … not …
And so people die. And live without hope … and now less … if that’s possible.
And not to aesthetisise anyone else’s pain, and not to ignore the ancient greek’s misogyny … why is this shit still going on … I’m not naive, just sad and angry.
Just wandered out to get an image I needed of the sky and found the buddleja covered in butterflies, including this beautiful Painted Lady, Vanessa cardui. I didn’t know they were migrants too. Along with the geese and the cuckoos and the robins and the starlings and the …
I’ve got a horrible feeling that if we ever did stop all freedom of movement we’d die of lonely silent hungry thirsty brain-dead BOREDOM.
Lanhydrock … hmmm … carceral monstrosity that it is.
National Trust Central for Cornwall … Busy with people (heaving in the season) entranced, seduced and deluded by the Downton Abbey life of the previous owners … let’s be honest: the weird, sickly, devout and yet totally bent Agar-Robartes. Creepy bunch of fuckers.
The Jacobean home of the Earls of Radnor, acquired in the dissolution, was razed by righteous fire in 1881 and rebuilt as an insane asylum for their feeble bug-eyed children.
But, if you avoid the grim house they built, the gardens and estate the NT have created are actually quite beautiful … and quite free just at the moment, if you sneak around the proscribed routes — pay and display soon to demonise, criminalise and fuck up that particular bit of sharing with the community.
And perfect in the spring with rhododendrons, camellias and magnolias, daffs and crocus, views softened by the haze …
But there’s no getting away from the devil’s spawn who built this bastion of privilege …
I avoided it like the plague a few weeks ago but I had thought … and then thought better of it. Sig Sauer .45 and the Confederate Battle Flag — a toxic mix indeed.
Horribly evocative though it seems to be, it lets the rest of the US off the hook and demonises the working class white “yokels” of the South.
It’s just a month since Dylann Roof shot nine people dead in the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal church in Charleston, South Carolina, and it’s already dropped off the agenda.
But he was a brutal gift to smugness and white liberal superiority: we don’t do that here. Our agents and proxies, mind … and over there, wherever there is.
If monsters didn’t exist, we’d have to invent them to keep all the badness inside us safe.
And there are an awful lot of unpaid wages, relocation allowances, work-related injury awards, wrongful arrest and imprisonment compensation, and so on and so on. I didn’t do it and it isn’t about some vague guilt but don’t we have to pay our bills, take responsibility like grownups and stand on our own two feet, and not on other peoples’ hands. So when do we start paying back? And FFS, when do we stop?
I am being eaten alive. And these fuckers do not take no, or anything else, for an answer; they take blood.
Now this is stretching credibility but when we live in a society that happily subsidises “business” (to whom apparently we must be even “friendlier”) to the tune of £93 Billion, never mind the billions in subsidies we hand to private landlords, where we agonise over pounds of over-claimed benefits and who is deserving and who not, when we smile at the billions in unpaid taxes (and the benefits to business that the state provides), where They take and take and we smile our wan, wasting, little Lucy Westenra smiles … and we fuck over the young and the poor as though they were scum …
Oh I really/nearly do give up.
BTW — Stomoxys calcitrans, the stable fly, is this particular parasite’s name.
Like sharks, one can almost admire their beautiful purposefulness.
Sharks and flies … that is. NOT people. Any people.