Twitter.

Ok. Jag har skaffat twitter-konto. Men jag kan uppenbarligen inte ta det på allvar.

Här är länken till mitt konto: I don't care who you are where you're from, what you did as long as you follow me on twitter.

Halloween.

PS: Idag har Occupy SF marsch

PS 2: Statistik om inkomstskillnader i USA, som visar att en procent lagt beslag på cirka hälften av resurserna? Demokrati? I think not.


PS 3: Occupy Oakland ska ockupera hamnen.

PS 4: Hippiesarna får ge sig med sin trummcirklar.

MATNYTTIGHETER!!!!

The Guardian om medicinsk forskning kring könsroller. Förstås lite essentialiserande, som medicinsk forskning alltid är, men ändå intressant.

Bra artikel i ETC om hur kapitalismens vinstmaximeringen påverkar och försämrar journalistiken och arbetssituationen för oss som frilansar.

Apropå frilans så håller jag på att skriva en artikel som angränsar till det här ämnet. Madonna är en av personerna som lärde mig att sexighet kan komma med agens och feministisk empowernment. Of course it can and it shouldn't be stigmatized.


MADONNA OCH KAREN FINLEY!!! SÅ HIMLA FANTASTISKT, BLIR SÅ LYCKLIG:

Occupy Oakland återockuperat, generalstrejk, Occupy SF ej tvingat bort, ockupationsrörelsen vidgar sig. Inget kommer någonsin mera att bli sig likt

Alltså. Jag vet inte riktigt hur jag ska beskriva mina känslor kring vad som håller på att hända i och med Occupy-rörelsen. Det här är det största som hänt i protestväg sedan 60/70-talet och det underbaraste är att det inte handlar om en enskild sakfråga - utan om en bred systemkritik mot vårt system mot kapitalismen. Det här kommer att leda till en förändring - frågan är bara hur stor förändringen kommer bli och min förhoppning är att det blir en klar och bred systemförändring och att kapitalismens tidsålder ska vara slut. Klart är i alla fall att inget någonsin kommer att bli sig likt.

Och i OAKLAND - över bron från San Francisco förekommer det vackraste jag någonsin har sett i aktivistväg och i förrgår kanske det brutalaste som jag har sett i polisväg. Igår återtogs dock Oscar Grant-plaza av över 2 000 personer. Och borgmästaren har sagt att ockupantrörelsen får stanna - det blir ingen ny polisraid. Borgmästaren och polisen tabbade sig rejält och hade ingen aning om hur starkt stödet för rörelsen var i communityt. Ett stormöte med 2 000 deltagare beslöt sig senare i koncensus för att utlysa den 2:e november till massaktionsdag och generalstrejk. Flera fackförbund i Oakland är med. Det här är fantastiskt. Bortom ord. Bortom ord.



‎"the police wracked more violence in a couple hours, destroyed more property and hurt more people than Occupy Oakland did in two weeks. Keep in mind, there was no riot, no emergency, no move made by the protestors other than to refuse to leave. It was the city of Oakland and the police that initiated the violence and chose its time."

"It’s hard to vote for politicians that gas and shoot your friends."



Läget för den här människan är fortfarande kritiskt. Polisen skapade en krigszon ur en fredlig protest.

Igår skulle polisen raida även Occupy San Francisco. De misslyckades dock eftersom den folkliga mobiliseringen var så stor. Nu blir det massdemonstration på lördag kl. 15 och igen nästa lördag kl. 15.

I Sverige beskriver Maria-Pia Boëthius Occupy-rörelsen på ett alldeles fenomenalfantastiskt och inspirerande sätt i den här artikeln i ETC. För det hela den här rörelsen är alldeles fenomenalfantastiskt och alldeles inspirerande.

Också viktigt i en sådan här rörelse är kritik inom rörelsen. Här är en artikel med kritik mot Occupy Wallstreet gällande vithets privilegier och rasism. Viktigt med självkritik. Och här är också Occupy Oakland ett väldigt intressant exempel. De har också haft problem med detta, men har diskuterat det och funnit strategier för att försöka motarbeta strukturer gällande white supremacy. Locket läggs inte på och inte heller är Occupy Oakland en rörelse som består nästan enbart av vita.

Vi ses på barrikaderna - inom oss själva och ut i samhället. Revolutionen är på väg - inom oss själva och ut i samhället. Även till er i Sverige. ORGANISERA ER!

Columbus day and fleet week simultaneously strike San Francisco

Ok. This isn’t as good as the previous piece I wrote, which is the best poem I’ve written in a LOOOONG time. But I am happy to be writing at the "Ariel" speed of fury. Not The Little Mermaid. Inspiration point reached, but dare not say peak. It can and will get better. And this gets the best soundtrack. M.I.A. - Paper Planes. Antony & The Johnsons – Atrocities. PJ Harvey – The Glorious Land. (and as to what I’m doing - so did Kathleen Hanna, so did Valerie Solanas, so did Courtney Love, so did Diamanda Galas. It doesn’t make me any less of a feminist):

Billions of dollars spent
While billions of people starve
And thousands of people stare at the air
For the view of the aerial acrobatics
Planes that spew out a red, white and blue set of fossil fuels
Perfection at the quest for destruction
The priviledged applaud the airforce flights sights and sounds
That for the oppressed means fear for certain death
And forced flight.
Never fail to miss a call for celebration.
Not a bomb will fall here
Nothing for us to fear
The killing is done in gods name
And our bombs are the Shit Of God
You should be happy to be lapping up the shit of such a great man
Such a great land
Such a cause to celebrate
Celebrate - Massmurders of past and present
Celebrate – The present of the right to ask, to tell, to kill
The thrill with gays in the army the parades sure will be fabulous
Celebrate – The starting date of death by the millions
The great man that was not so great and the great land he did not discover
Celebrate - Colonization uncovered
And Celebrate – The Shit Of God
The agent of death
That worse things have happened
And that worse things keep happening
And while the military is spending its time strutting it’s stuff
I’m busy hustling for bucks
Pretending to be sexy, cuz my life is my research and I need the money
Hey mister man this lap dance requires a fee
Because I’m tired of being objectified for free
So I’m gonna take the money I make
And own my own oppression
Playing the pretty role to please
Stigmatized to death by most everyone
Talentless blonde bimbo slut bare butt must mean bare brain
Censor the body and endorse the murders
I hate that we create the picture that it is always working with sex and never working to kill that shatters the inner-soul.
Sexuality is essentially holy however taking human life is just human nature!
A round of applause for those with the skill to kill
The more the merrier and the medals will weigh heavy
Heavy as oppression
And yes, I would prefer to not dance within a system of patriarchy, capitalism and lookism
My white ass middleclass background means it’s easy for this not to be forever
Sitting in the park watching the celebration of the great height of the war fight flights weighing heavy with billions of dollars spending oppressing billions of people
My scissors come out ready to once again cut my hair
The beauty standard faltering falling softly in small strands to the ground
Spreading out in the air to meet all those faces that stare.
Now at me - not the fleet in the air.
No round of applause. No laughter. No smiles.
But ooohs and aaahs and awes of a different kind.
Do you mind mind-controlling myopia at all?
The repelling celebrating screeches to a halt.
And I feel a bit lighter.

Occupy Oakland raided, now we fight back!

Today Occupy Oakland was raided by 500+ cops who shot people with rubber bullets and used tear gas. 105 people were arrested. Later in the night a huge march took place and once again, tear gas was used from the police. I was there and got tear-gassed. But you know I'm femme and tough and still going strong. Soon Oscar Grant-plaza (named by Occupy Oakland after an african american man who was killed by Bart (the metro between SF and Oakland)-police while running away cuz he didn't have a ticket), the site of Occupy Oakland, will be taken back!! And the police were total assholes. And unsuprisingly racist. One of them said "can you even spell pathetic" to an african american-guy who called the police pathetic. The turn-out was amazing and the sense of community - WOW. In blocked traffic people were honking their horns to support us - not out of irritation at the blocked traffic. And when we walked by houses and yelled "join us", many people ran out of their apartments and joined the march.

In a few days the numbers of police surrounding oscar grant-plaza will not be as many and it can be taken back!!! There are too many people involved in this action for it not to succeed ♥

I wonder what Swedish media, both mainstream and progressive, has written about this and the Occupy Oakland-movement?

BASTARD COPS!!!!

A poem a day keeps the head-doctor away./The pause-button or getting the job done.

Where is the pause-button on life?
Why is there only stop and go
Remote controls have so many buttons
Even rewind and fastforward
Maybe it would be best to brainlessly lose myself in the world of television
Meanwhile
When I say I don’t know how to live
It’s not my body I’m talking about
It knows the morse-code of I am I am I am all too well.
My heart beats stubbornly
And the air passes in and out of my lungs simply because it is the only thing they know.
My mind though is a place of constant chaos
From nihilistic nagging to endless euforia.
The unatainable uncontainable ambition to be... Everything, to achieve greater understanding.
Boundlessly jumping from one mutually exclusive ledge to another.
Sometimes falling.
Sometimes climbing.
Nine lives - I still have some more bruises to take but must save two in case of birth and crucifixion.
In my head hope and bitterness fight eachother each and every day.
Who will win?
With bitterness you can defend most everything – even killing
Nihilism says it doesn’t matter anyhow
Reason says it will never change anyway.
Politically I force myself to divorce hope from reason
Yes, my heart is stubborn. It doesn’t beat with pride for being alive.
Not here. Not in this world where worse things keep happening.
Adding to the heap of the atrocities of history
Of your story.

Besides play and stop my control over my own life is not immense.
We do not own the remote or the television or the 164 channels with nothing interesting or relevant going on.
I do not wish to press stop.
I just want to press pause to stop the pressure
Finger to the button
Not one last act of desperation
That prematurally turns my lifetime over to the abyss of eternity
I call my backpack the abyss
I open it up looking for the thing I need
And suddenly its contents are spread all over the sidewalk spewing out into the road
I risk my life to chase after what is most important
And in the end I may find what I was looking for
But by than anxiety and self-hatred over the proposed supposed loss will have exhausted me
And I have no use of what I’ve found anymore because all that overwhelms me is a silent sense of relief at the verge of a precipice of great grief.
Forever alone vs.
Forever autonomous
Forever secure vs.
Forever free
A free feral cat vs.
Just a mutt
When mapping out my life a partner is never part of the picture
Life-partner, life-picture.
I’m just too self-sufficient to cave in, too self-centered to compromise
But really I am not
But truly I am a much better performer and writer than lover
But really sometimes I feel as though I’ve never said anything of importance or written anything that is any good.
But truly my greatest fear is to never be able to write again – because than who am I?
And really if what I write really is no good - than who am I?
But really It’s hard to love if love has always been your greatest dissapointment.
And I can’t do with security if it holds me back
I’ll be so bored, just like in front of that television.
164 fucking channels and still, obviously, I am bored.
And I can’t do your good ole’ 9 to 5 job
Oh but I could, I could if I just stopped overanalyzing everything till I’m too tired to function.
But how could I?
And why should I?
Well well, you see, there I go again.
I am not afraid of the dark
It is so much more exciting not seeing what is in front of you.
And it is exciting to be free from fear – to go where most people won’t even set foot
I like the light
But I always ended up getting overheated at the least and burnt at the worst.
I am a better creator when I am sad or going mad
Does that mean I should stay that way?
Occupy Oakland raided by 500+ cops today
Does that mean society will stay this way?
It can’t be, because I can’t take it, but not because I can’t take it because I am not the center of the universe
I become an utter bore everytime I begin to believe that I am the first person to experience these different types of anxiety.
I do not understand
How two people brought up the same way can be so different
I try my best to respect what I do not understand and can not feel
Your sense of and longing for family
What society defines as love is marriage.
Love and marriage go to together like a horse and carriage.
I’ve never rode a horse and carriage.
Nor do I intend do.
Marry.
My longing.
It isn’t for family.
And only sometimes for community.
I am too preoccupied with freedom.
I want to be alone?
I had no real friends till I was 17 or 18.
You do develop peculiarities and incredible inner-strengths in that strange circumstance.
Maybe that is where the difference between us lies.
You shall marry.
I shall never know.
Final destination.
Last call.
Biological clock telling me I must breed.
They do not exist.
This here is all there is.
Whatever this is.
What did I miss?
My head tries once again to spin around it all again.
The sense of community and justice – I love it.
It must be the solid foundation from which we all spring from.
Nuclear families are too small to be the base
Center’s of the universe are even smaller.
Community shoots, bursts and kills no people
But ego-bubbles of all shapes, sizes and sky-rises.
Till in the community we will find room for individuality beyond caring solely about what is better for me and my family.
This time it will be society.
I can do with forever alone as long as I have no one screaming in my ear ”better together”.
Click on cliché: Respect and solidarity.
System change may change my inner-workings
And my productiveness will not have a thing to do with self-destructiveness.
And my productiveness won’t even be this burning necessity because I will be satisfied with my surroundings.

You know, there is much more to a fire than just destruction.

Timeless and severely missed.

‎PS: "We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty." --Maya Angelou (a quote that says a lot)

(Un)Occupy Oakland

”A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death” – Martin Luther King Jr.

Inscribed poetry and music will save your life
And organizing communities can change everything
From Dialogue District
Via Endisms road
To Free health care plaza
Libraries and free kitchens and dance-a-thons
Crammed to the rafters
With rows upon rows of tents
It’s not a festival
It's a revolution
And it sure as hell is dancing
And the politics beyond partying
Beyond hippies and hipsters alike
Fixed gear bikes, ray bans, expensive organic food
Or scenes and status and apolitical performance art
Art and activism shall not be playgrounds for those who have everything.
The revolution will not be televised
And it will not be led by – but may include - the white middle class
Or people posing as working class with flanell shirts and purposefully ripped jeans.
A fashion statement to be well-seen in the scene
There will be none of this
When we are busy with intersectionality beyond theory and put into action
Discuss internal conflicts and power dynamics so we will dispose, learn and grow
Angela Davis says don’t trust the system – cuz the system is laws written by the rich and carried out by police busy with racial-profiling and putting poor people in prison.
When really it is capitalism that is the crime
And now it’s blatant flaws are exposed
The emperor, the one percent, holds half the worlds clothes.
Two Earthquakes
The earth shakes twice in one day
Awakes the revolution
She is on her way
To shake off the emperors clothes
And leave us with the job of justice
To distribute it all equally.
No ifs or buts – it is just a must.

Don’t know if I’m satisfied with this one... As usual I have trouble portraying positivity and optimism and writing from a happy space instead of one filled with anxiety, angst, rage, frustration, anger, melancholy, atrocities etc (Where poetry really saves my life). Also harder for me to write about politics that aren’t directly derived from my personal experiences of oppression/supression/repression. But I’m getting there. Politically I want to be able to create fantastic art from all emotional spaces. Because in the world there may be very much darkness, but also some light and as a writer I want to be able to tell compelling stories both from the darkness and the light.

Bästa Occupy

Alltså. Occupy Oakland är så fenomenalfantastiskt underbart. Flyttar in dit under helgen. Det känns som intersektionalitet bortom teori och satt i praktik. I aktion. En av de mest imponerande uppvisningarna av aktivism som jag någonsin sett!!!! Och stort är det!! Jag ska iväg till ett café och skriva mer om det NU!

PS Detta är underbart: Who Did you Exploit today? Ett barn intervjuar folk som arbetar på Wall Street och vid 2.14 visar Diamanda Galas-potential!!!

Occupy Oakland!

Idag ska jag till Occupy Oakland, ett skitgrymt initiativ. Och jag har blivit preliminärt bokad för att köra föreställningen "In burning - In bashing back - In blooming" på El Rio i San Francisco den 2:e november ♥

Tori Amos, Björk, Pj Harvey, Massive Attack Mix -- Dissolved By The Water All These Years

Wow! Måste spela det här nästa gång jag dj:ar!

Åhh, MARGARET CHO. AND DO NOT FUCK WITH BJORK, CUZ BJORK WILL BEAT YOUR ASS

"And all of the fashion magazines said she was the worst dressed but when they say you are the worst, that really means you're the best, cuz all of those fashion magazines have no imagination"





PS Checka in Björks nya album Biophilia alla ni som inte gjort det. Den är fantastisk. Framförallt låtarna "Moon", "Crystalline" och "Mutual Core".

Occupy-rörelsen!

En traditionell dikt.

‎"Solnedgången in över röd bro går vidare till månuppgång över upplysta silverbron.
Fullmånen lägger sin ljusridå över hela bukten.
Fullmånen och vildheten.
Vildheten och morgondagen.
Fullt av omvälvande nya lärdomar.
Fullmånen kraften.
Pröva Valerie’s fotspår."

Ok. Det här var mitt försök till att skriva en traditionell dikt. Det är lagom mycket mystik. Lagom mycket flummerier. Lagom mycket känslor. Om blommor och sol och månen och sånt som metaforer för något annat (nu tänker alla vad kan det vara en metafor för?), som förstås är oändligt djupt, dvs djupare än en vattenpöl. Detta är den oerhört accepterade och konventionella och mycket uppskattade svenniga skrivarstilen som kan ge dig priser och applåder om du gör det rätt. Jag tror inte jag gjort det rätt, jag tror jag gjort det fel och jag tror att den här dikten är dålig och det tror jag att alla andra också tycker. Jag är inte bra på vackra miljöbeskrivningar. Jag är bra på att beskriva mörker, extrem ångest, extrem eufori, extrem idioti, förtryck, makt, frihet och på att driva med sånt som normen och konventionen tycker är vackert och bra, men som jag tycker är fult och äckligt. Och det är så att jag tycker om skrivande som är ångvält. Som inte är som mjuk sammet som stryker alla medhårs. Lindar in allt så att alla kan njuta och alla kan få fundera på VAD DET HÄR EGENTLIGEN betyder - så kryptiskt, sådan STOR KONST. Rent allmänt så är jag nog alldeles för rasande för att linda in mitt budskap. Palla liksom. Men nu har jag försökt. Så ingen kan säga att jag inte har försökt. Försöka duger säger istället alla ;-) Med det misslyckade försöket kan jag förhoppningsvis blottlägga vad jag föraktar.

PS:

Intressanta artiklar

Intressant intervju med grymma skådesspelaren Tilda Swinton.

Passing for White - artikel om att som icke-vit försöka passera som vit på en skola för bara vita för 100 år sedan.

Artikel om Islands sätt att hantera finanskrisen, som inger hopp. Och nu äntligen i resten av världen med Occupy Wall Street, Occupy San Francisco, Occupy Stockholm m.m. så verkar det som om kölvattnet av finanskrisen börjar föra med sig en ökad kritik av det kapitalistiska systemet!! Jaa!!!!

Intressant artikel om Beyoncé skriven av Bruce La Bruce, som problematiserar henne utifrån heteronormativitet och sexism. Håller med om mycket i den, men inte allt, jag tycker att Beyoncé är på vissa sätt subversiv och feministisk, om än lååångt ifrån perfekt - och jag ändrar min åsikt om henne hela tiden - eftersom ungefär varannan låt är feministisk och varannan låt är normativ och konservativ.

The boys wanna be her, the girls wanna be her!

Stripped.

About Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar

‎"When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know. "Oh sure you know", the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything"...
"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream"...
"At that rate I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day. Then I knew what the trouble was. I needed experience. How could I write about lives that I hadn't experienced"
‎"A small answering point in my own body flew towards it. I felt my lungs inflate with the inrush of scenery - air, mountains, tress, people, I thought: This is what it is to be happy"...
"That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the coloured arrows from a 4th of july rocket"...
"The trouble was I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters"...
"I thought how strange it had never occured to me before that I was only purely happy until I was 9 years old"...
"I imagined Buddy saying, "Do you know what a poem is?" "No what?" "A piece of dust", Then just as he was smiling and starting to look proud I would say, "So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together". And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing but dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick and couldn't sleep"

Anti-Columbus Day

Columbus Didn't Discover Us from armando on Vimeo.

Utställning synar heterorollen.

Otroligt bra grej, med min finaste vän Malou som överlycklig heterokvinna som gifter sig!

Occupy San Francisco

Occupy Wall Street har spridit sig till Market Street i finansdistriktet i San Francisco. Var där i förr går och medverkade och jag ska på solidaritetsdemo på fredag.

Bra grejer det här!!!

Ockupationen av Wall Street

Ockupationen av Wall Street är ett av de bästa sakerna som hänt på länge. Skriv under här.


PS Björk (Biophilia) och Tori Amos (Night of hunters) har både precis släppt nya album. Båda är helt fantastiska - älskar framförallt följande textrad på Björks senaste: "‎This eruption undoes stagnation, you didn't know I had it in me"

ÅRETS BILD!

Alltså. Årets roligaste bild i alla fall. Vad ska en säga liksom?!

Familiar Unfamilarities

Surrounded by familiar unfamilarities, because this area was once my home but I was a completely different person back than and therefore have to establish a whole new relationship to my surroundings. It is beautiful though.

And today I discovered a new great music video for one of my all-time heroines. Love the symbolism(s).

Hole - Samantha (Music Video) from MORGUEzine on Vimeo.

And as if that wasn't enough, she's releasing her memoirs next year. Exciting!

Now I go up the hill for one of the most spectacular open city views in the world to read about being stuck in a Bell Jar.

San Francisco here I come

Så. Nu drar jag med planet till San Francisco och är kvar där till november. Spänd förväntan. Lite pirrig inför en viss ny utmaning som jag bestämt mig för att ta mig an. Halvt hemligt än så länge (i.e. inget jag postar på bloggen). Kanske kommer en artikel om det sen. Kanske inte. Debatten kring den här frågan måste utvecklas. Poängen är den att poängen är att utvecklas - personligt och politiskt. Evolve. Det är därför jag alltid utmanar mig själv, skakar om. Eller som Diamanda Galas säger: ”I’ve lived through some painful experiences because I like to do what I want. My life is my research, you know - I have a deathly fear of mediocrity that nips at my heels and gets me into a lot of trouble and triumphs”. And in the end it all comes down to this. Thank you Nina Simone:


‎"Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time. I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited." Sylvia Plath...

That’s one of the reasons I never want to get married. The last thing I want is infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from...

På Jelinekstigen och en massa bra klipp och artiklar

Läser om Elfriede Jelineks pianolärarinnan. Fantastisk. Och redan börjar de fenomenala citaten rada upp sig:

"För de flesta består konstens huvudsakliga lockelse i igenkännandet av någonting de tror sig känna till" "det ska gå att pressa fram pengar ur den mödosamt uppnådda finheten, medan genomsnittsmänniskorna beundrande står runt konstnärinnan och applåderar"...

Och som vanligt har jag hittat en massa bra klipp och massa bra artiklar. Phew.

Alltså Guardian måste vara kanske världens bästa tidning. Den enda som inte känns helt fast i Corporate Media. Här är två bra artiklar därifrån:

The line between the political and the criminal can be a blurred one. Apropå upploppen i Storbritannien.

En artikel om Enhedslistens ledare Johanne Schmidt-Nielsen, som är så fantastiskt bra. Och Enhedslisten är betydligt bättre än alla de svenska riksdagspartierna.

Oså en bra artikel från en tidning som inte är fullt så bra (DN):

Hipstern är nu så välrepresenterad så nu kan den väl DÖ!?

Och så två youtube-klibb.

Först PJ Harvey i en pratshow där hon sitter bredvid premiärministern. Hon börjar kritisera den förda politiken när hon raskt mottas bort. BLÄÄÄ. I just den stunden hade det varit så fint med lite av Courtney Love's FUCK YOU GO TO HELL ALL OF YOU-attityd. Men jag antar att en inte kan få allt från alla. Kritiken var i alla fall grymt, välriktat och rakt på sak. Sen sätter sig de tre vita medelålders cis-männen och gror in sig i sina kostymer. Ej kul. Sen uppträder PJ. Då blir det bättre.


Oså en dokumentär som håller på att skapas om Kathleen Hanna. Som jag älskar henne. De som har råd att ge en liten slant till produktionen av filmen får gärna göra det!:

Fantastiska bilder som säger så mycket.

Fin helg i Stockholm

Fantastiskt till och med. Beverley Skeggs föreläsning var jättebra. Jag har skrivit kontrakt för min föreställning. Den kommer tillbaka till Stockholm. 19.00 den 24:e november på Improvisation & Co på Hagagatan 48 nära Odenplan. Skriv upp det =)!

Sedan fredakvällen. Åh, en kväll som innehållit spontan Diamanda Galas-performance tillsammans med FINASTE EMMA och avslutades med att jag fick sjunga Amy Winehouse "You know I'm no good" i mic acapella kan inte vara annat än fantastiskt. Även om jag tappade min mobil i marken senare och den verkar ha gått sönder. Jaja. Dollarn är svag så det blir billigt att köpa en ny. På måndag. I San Francisco ♥

Eftersom min mobil var gammal och grå och nog skulle dö snart ändå, kan jag se det som om jag nog tjänar pengar på att den går sönder precis innan USA där det blir billigare p.g.a. svag dollar. VILKEN SMART LÅNGSIKTIG INVESTERING JAG GJORDE NÄR JAG TAPPADE DEN I MARKEN *NOT JUST A PRETTY FACE*

‎(Dom spelar detta på hög volym inne på Åhléns. Alla springer. Folk flyr halvnakna från provrummen.)

PS Måste re-posta mina favvoDiamanda-citat. igen och igen och igen:

”Extroversion of energy, for example the way I sing embodies the concept that diffraction of the personality provides essential liberation from the self, thus extroverting the insanity. And when you extrovert the insanity you can live most of the time as a real person.”

”If you have the image of a pop singer in a territory that doesn’t know you, they assume you’ll talk about some innocuous shit like: You have a big penis-that’s what it’s usually all about. Whereas I try to subvert all the media accessible to me. ”

”The moment I imagine my suffering as something that’s never been experienced by someone else, I become boring”

People ask me: ”How do you feel as a woman on stage” and I say, ”A what?” I don’t think in those terms-that’s so limited. But on the other hand: How many straight men can think like that? That’s the advantage of being a woman or homosexual…

”I know many straight males and I’ve always terrorized the shit out of them. One of them will come over and say ”Oh, baby, let’s get it on” and I’ll say, ”Yeah, you know I’ve been thinking about you all night I thought about fucking you with this crowbar and you were screaming baby fuck me” – and they are big guys, 6 foot 6, and they have this look of absolute horror on their faces”

”This is not a bleeding heart, liberal concept: ”Pity the poor AIDS victim/pity the poor homosexual”-none of my friends who are in hospitals want that shit. They’d rather you called them a fucking faggot than feel sorry for them. Patronizing sympathy is revolting”.

”I really have an absolute aversion toward the whole family unity crap”

”My work is always preoccupied with freedom”

”I try and make my life consistent with my political beliefs, I’m not going to say, ”I want a family like everyone else, because my children of course will be ”terribly special”. Fuck that, I’ll get som goldfish and some cats and they’ll be ”terribly special”! Every witch has cats – you never hear of a witch having children”.

”I really want to fuck a man in the ass, but so far I haven’t had any volunteers”

”Most people think that sex should be merely gentle and peaceful. But if sex is merely gentle and peaceful, I’m not even interested. Of course when I mean violence I mean ”play violence””.

”I’m my own manager, my own pretty much everything. I can’t explain why that is, but I like that self-reliance. I don’t want to sleep with some guy every night, I don’t want him in my bed every night.”

”I have an allergy to ”male genius”.

”Within the white rock’n’roll establishment, the kind of singing that predominates is pathetic: about ”your girlfriend left you”.

”Rock singing is something men do to get laid or get their cock sucked after a gig-you can smell it. I don’t go to male rock’n’roll shows Why do I want to see the motherfucker jerk off in my face, larger than life? What do I have to learn from this motherfucker?”

”I didn’t enjoy studying voice-it was a lot of hard work. I worked my fucking ass off gor years and years and didn’t see people and didn’t go out”.

”I was in Berlin and some girls came up to me and said ”We have witchcraft rituals and shoot up speed and chant to the devil and listen to your music”, I thought, ”Oh fuck - you should get a Julie Andrews record and do this kind of stupid shit”.

”I don’t get scared, I think: ”What are you going to do to me? Are you going to rape me? I’ve been raped before. What are you going to do? Next? When I almost got raped for the 5th time in my life, this guy came up to me while I was opening a door and said (in the dark), ”This is a rape!”, I said in a bored voice, ”Oh really? It’s been a long day. Could I ask you a question-do you have a knife?” No? Then why don’t we just call it off?” And he called it off! It was like ”Darling, I’m terribly bored. I really want to get some sleep and I don’t have time for this. You don’t have a knife, so let’s forget it. And as he walked downstairs with me I said, ”Next time you should be careful, because I could have had one”. It’s like: You get to the point where you’re not afraid – then people see that and what can they do?”

”The other night I threatened a guy who was hassling me, and it felt good. He said afterwards: ”I wasn’t speaking to you- I was speaking to the woman behind you” (ha ha)

”I had no friends until I was 18. In that isolation you develop peculiarities and inner strengths that you can call upon”

”I’ve lived through some painful experiences because I like to do what I want. My life is my research, you know-I detest mediocrity”

”What’s the point in labelling what I do ”art”? It is not art”.

”the Living Theater people took me to gennessee Mental Health Institution, and that’s when I started performing at lock-up wards and schizo wards”.