Oh rascal children of Gaza.
You who constantly disturbed me
with your screams under my window.
You who filled every morning
with rush and chaos.
You who broke my vase
and stole the lonely flower on my balcony.
and scream as you want
and break all the vases.
Steal all the flowers.
Just come back..
Here is a list of everything I see or read over a short period. It’s basically a food diary for my brain. Sometimes it’s so much information that I feel like I’m going to forget it all. So here are all the share-worthy moving images I saw and the words I read.
This dude exactly gets it, this is what a freaking alley looks and sounds like. Thank you so much men. I was just getting angry over bearded hipsters owning barbershops where girls are not aloud. A little later I rolled into this dude, which made me believe in human kind again.
Heart Of Whiteness
Nice and honest essay by Tobias Wolff on how you can’t benefit from white supremacy and not be a racist at the same time. The ending is weak but it has beautiful paragraphs like these:
"A friend of mine once compared the presence of a lie in a piece of writing to a drop of dye in pure water. However slightly, it will tint the water, and the water cannot be made pure again, because the dye has become part of it. I wonder if something like that happens to us. When the first sneering name, the first joke, the first slanderous myth or image of another race—or tribe, or religion, or sexual identity—enters our ears, can we ever wholly cleanse ourselves of its effect?"
"In order for us to live comfortably with ourselves while living on unjust terms with others, we have to tell ourselves a story that makes us innocent."
A really heavy documentary on the bombing of a house in a residential neighbourhood in Philadelphia. The building housed the Move movement. The bombing and fire killed 11 people including 5 children.
An article on the death of one of the only survivors of the West Philly bombing. 13 year old Birdie Africa.
If you speak Dutch check out this really nice Andere Tijden episode about hash.
This is the saddest story about a black woman being attacked on the street and people just ignoring it. Thank god for those teenage boys.
"I wasn’t going to be the reason for someone misinterpreting the sight of two young black men chasing a white man down the street."
Giving Birth To Gender
These are the kind of articles that make me not want to know the gender of my future baby until he or she is actually brought into this world. We took it all a step to far man. I’ve been thinking about this for a while but it’s getting more and more clear.
Live to the point of tears.
- Working on it
People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.
In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.
Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.