Martin Luther Kings Last Day On Earth.

Black AfterLives Matter

Second chances are the currency of white supremacy. To be white is to colonize the afterlife.

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Could say if there is any correlation between capitalist surplus value and the excess enjoyment in fantasy,,,?

A certain excess which was ..kept in check.., perceived as a local perversion, a limited deviation, is elevated in capitalism to the very principle of social lifeIn the ..movement of money begetting more money, ..the thing can survive only as its own excess, constantly exceeding its own ‘normal’ constraints- ZIZEK

Alfred Wertheimer’s never-before-seen photos of Elvis when he was a 21-year-old up-and-coming crooner.

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अनन्त का छंद - 1

अनन्त का छंद – 1 एक तत्वशास्त्रीय विमर्श प्रसन्न कुमार चौधरी एक पूर्वावलोकन 1. बीसवीं सदी में जहाँ अध्ययन की विभिन्न शाखाओं का पर्याप्त प्रसार हुआ, वहीं तत्वशास्त्र को काफ़ी हद तक अपनी ज़मीन छोड़नी पड़ी । पूंजीवादी विश्व में परिणामवाद और तार्किक प्रत्यक्षवाद के प्रादुर्भाव के साथ तो तत्वशास्त्र मानो गहरी नींद सो गया । समाजवादी विश्व के लिए द्वन्द्वात्मक भौतिकवाद आखिरी खोज थी । सवाल महज उसकी…

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The immense hope, and forbearance Trailing out of night, to sidewalks of the day  Like air breathed into a paper city, exhaled  As night returns bringing doubts  That swarm around the sleeper’s head  But are fended off with clubs and knives, so that morning  Installs again in cold hope  The air that was yesterday, is what you are,  In so many phases the head slips form the hand.  The tears ride freely, laughs or sobs:  What do they matter? There is free giving and taking;  The giant body relaxed as though beside a stream  Wakens to the force of it and has to recognize  The secret sweetness before it turns into life—  Sucked out of many exchanges, torn from the womb,  Disinterred before completely dead—and heaves  Its mountain-broad chest. “They were long in coming,  Those others, and mattered so little that it slowed them  To almost nothing. They were presumed dead,  Their names honorably grafted on the landscape  To be a memory to me. Until today  We have been living in their shell.  Now we break forth like a river breaking through a dam,  Pausing over the puzzled, frightened plain,  And our further progress shall be terrible,  Turning fresh knives in the wounds  In the gulf of recreation, that bare canvas  As matter-of-fact as the traffic and that day’s noise.”  The mountain stopped shaking; its body  Arched into its own contradiction, its enjoyment,  As far from us lights were put out, memories of boys and girls  Who walked here before the great change,  Before the air mirrored us,  Taking the opposite shape of our effort,  Its inseparable comment and corollary  But casting us further and further out.  Wha—what happened? You are with  The orange tree, so that its summer produce  Can go back to where we got it wrong, then drip gently  Into history, if it wants to. A page turned; we were  Just now floundering in the wind of its colossal death.  And whether it is Thursday, or the day is stormy,  With thunder and rain, or the birds attack each other,  We have rolled into another dream.  No use charging the barriers of that other:  It no longer exists. But you,  Gracious and growing thing, with those leaves like stars,  We shall soon give all out attention to you.

—John Ashbery, “Spring Day” Art Credit Lottie Hedley

To Jyotiba, from Savitribai Phule: These aren’t love letters, but tell you what love is all about,,In memory of this remarkable WOMAN… 🙌 — International Journal of Research (IJR) To Jyotiba, from Savitribai Phule: These aren’t love letters, but tell you what love is all about,,In memory of this remarkable woman, here are letters that Savitribai Phule wrote to her life partner, Jyotiba – her comrade-in-arms in the struggle for the emancipation of India’s disenfranchised people.Below are translations from the original Marathi,The first letter, […]

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Suchitra Sen (06.04.1931 - 17.01.2014)

Born Roma Dasgupta at Pabna, Bangladesh.

Some of her memorable films: Devdas (1955), Deep Jwele Jaai (1959), Saptapadi (1961), Uttar Falguni (1963), Saat Paake Bandha (1963). Mamta (1966), Aandhi (1975).

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