The age of snooping

hobsbawm-booksDa sem­pre cele­brato modello di demo­cra­zia libe­rale, la Gran Bre­tagna gode di una fama con­so­li­data, quella di essere un luogo tol­le­rante, una nazione che ha sem­pre accolto rifugiati poli­tici dis­si­denti e anche rivo­lu­zio­nari: Marx, Her­zen, Baku­nin, tanto per citarne tre. Vero, soprat­tutto per­ché costoro ave­vano di solito l’attenuante di rivol­gere altrove le loro peri­co­lose mire insur­re­zio­nali. Continua a leggere “The age of snooping”

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The revolution will be tweeted

La triste kermesse zootecnica della Leopolda, oltre a dettarmi qualche considerazione altrove, mi esorta a condividere questo strepitoso pezzo. Così, per pura resistenza umana.

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8: 32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Writer(s): Gil Scott-Heron

Banksy: better out than in*

ngs11Lo hanno preso, anzi no. La noti­zia — subito smen­tita — dell’arresto del wri­ter Banksy – iden­ti­fi­cato come il tren­ta­cin­quenne di Liver­pool Paul Hor­ner (ma non era di Bri­stol?) ha comun­que fatto in tempo a pro­pa­garsi come un qual­siasi gos­sip nel vil­lag­gio digi­tale. Continua a leggere “Banksy: better out than in*”

Shades of Cocteau

lana-del-reyUltraviolence, il disco di Lana del Rey è… bello. Per quanto riesca ad esserlo un prodotto superpatinato. La “edginess” della produzione di Dan Auerbach (Black Keys), pur erogata col dispenser del dentifricio Mentadent, riesce perfettamente nell’intento. Continua a leggere “Shades of Cocteau”

Tracey Emin tra solitude e loneliness

1413502876389_wps_13_London_UK_6_October_2014_-1L’immensità immacolata della White Cube Bermondsey t’inghiotte. La galleria di South East London ha le dimensioni di un museo: ci vuole fegato per riempirla con lavori di superfici limitate. Ma Tracey Emin è tutto fuorché pavida. Il minimo che ci si possa aspettare da un’artista che intitolò la sua prima mostra “La mia retrospettiva più importante”. Continua a leggere “Tracey Emin tra solitude e loneliness”

Zizek: felicità, categoria per schiavi

9781781686829-c7d2eddc016118e4fe340d5756263aa6Vivieen Sanchbraj asks:

“Is happiness important these days? How can we be happy? What steps do you suggest?”

Slavoj Zizek
08 October 2014 2:25pm

Happiness was never important. The problem is that we don’t know what we really want. What makes us happy is not to get what we want. But to dream about it. Happiness is for opportunists. So I think that the only life of deep satisfaction is a life of eternal struggle, especially struggle with oneself. We all remember Gordon Gekko, the role played by Michael Douglas in Wall Street. What he says, breakfast is for wimps, or if you need a friend buy yourself a dog, I think we should say something similar about happiness. If you want to remain happy, just remain stupid. Authentic masters are never happy; happiness is a category of slaves.

(Online Guardian Q&A with the Slovenian philosopher. Il resto del pirotecnico scambio è qui.)

Il suo ultimo libro, Absolute Recoil: Towards a New Foundation of Dialectical Materialism, è appena uscito per i tipi di Verso.