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interpersonal industrial collapse. contemplation. | July 19, 2011


this phrase seeped from my cheeks a couple of days ago. it oozed out of the pores in my mouth and salivated on my tongue. it has made me thirsty. it’s made me hungry to clarify.

 

if industrialization severely affects our psyche, why are we not analyzing the effects of the collapse we hope for on our interpersonal relationships?

where does the rise in anxiety come from?

is interpersonal breakdown good like plants taking over a building? fury taking over a soul like ruthless foliage?

Could this be a good sign?

 i sit in this horrific flourescent lite office paying my meager dues for the ability to run away and be wild sometimes and i go a much more gruesome kind of insane. my skin turns pale and flaky in the summer time.  i sink into the intraweb hoping to find a short cut back to connecting with life around me and i am disappointed, but numbed at least a little.  i search for small openings to slip conscious interaction into everyday blabbity blah.

patient, customer, consumer, what have you says: “Boys can’t get pink rubber bands on their braces!”

me, lethargic: “actually rubber bands nor colors have genders and you have pigeon holed the people in this conversation with that statement as well.”

tension. confusion. don’t skip a beat and move on.

interpersonal industrial collapse? social insurrection?

 

we can see the beauty of a tree growing out the top of a disheveled sky scraper in detroit but can we see the beauty of the mental breakdown it takes to push through our paralyzing socialization?

people say infighting is the most debilitating parts of movement work. some say it’s paranoia.

i kinda think it might just be the first hard step to every single phase. relearning to relate. breaking down the walls that isolate us.

 

the state inside of us: i’ll smash yours if you smash mine 🙂

 

here are some of the sketches i produced when i was working with DABC most frequently. i feel they say a lot about how i was feeling in that community.

 

 

 

 …and so if this is happening in my mind. am i making all of it up? should i speak up in a community whose work is sick as fuck and risk slowing the work down? debilitating the work? is there a tactful way to rage against oppression? should i care?

should i be able to ask for others to meet me in a certain way if they are demanding i meet them in a way that is comfortable for them?  

 i have more thoughts on this but life is a waterfall… alas…

 

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  1. Here is an anonymous reply:

    I read your last blog post and just noticed your status from yesterday . I didn’t know how best to respond to your blog post or status but this quote keeps coming to mind:

    “Productiveness is your acceptance of morality, your recognition of the fact that you choose to live–that productive work is the process by which man’s consciousness controls his existence, a constant process of acquiring knowledge and shaping matter to fit one’s purpose, of translating an idea into physical form, of remaking the earth in the image of one’s values–that all work is creative work if done by a thinking mind, and no work is creative if done by a blank who repeats in uncritical stupor a routine he has learned from others–that your work is yours to choose, and the choice is as wide as your mind, that nothing more is possible to you and nothing less is human–that to cheat your way into a job bigger than your mind can handle is to become a fear-corroded ape on borrowed motions and borrowed time, and to settle down into a job that requires less than your mind’s full capacity is to cut your motor and sentence yourself to another kind of motion: decay–that your work is the process of achieving your values, and to lose your ambition for values is to lose your ambition to live–that your body is a machine, but your mind is its driver, and you must drive as far as your mind will take you, with achievement as the goal of your road–that the man who has no purpose is a machine that coasts downhill at the mercy of any boulder to crash in the first chance ditch, that the man who stifles his mind is a stalled machine slowly going to rust, that the man who lets a leader prescribe his course is a wreck being towed to the scrap heap, and the man who makes another man his goal is a hitchhiker no driver should ever pick up–that your work is the purpose of your life, and you must speed past any killer who assumes the right to stop you, that any value you might find outside your work, any other loyalty or love, can be only travelers you choose to share your journey and must be travelers going on their own power in the same direction.” — Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)

    Because industry provides a means to survival that inherently ignores the need for individuals to grow and to fulfill their purpose, industry only receives bits and pieces of creativity and heartless productivity. Their focus on profit, hierarchy, and implementing mind games does not allow them to be aware of the pieces necessary to expand the whole. An industrialized society is not set up to gracefully accommodate the creativity of individuals. It quickly becomes unable to justify the nurturing of creative contribution. The return on that type of investment is neither apparent nor necessary to an industrialized society.

    Your observation is correct. Industrialization has impacted our emotional development in a way that requires attention and care. Industry itself isn’t entirely harmful… we just didn’t evolve as quickly as our innovation. Perhaps our emotional pace is slower because we abandoned an important piece of our morality by submitting to the comfortable survival of industrialization?? If so, we must commit to making our work a reflection of our values despite the discomfort that modern society imposes….

    Comment by raven0us — July 21, 2011 @ 7:43 pm


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