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“Bodies in Plural: Toward an Anarchafeminist Manifesto” by Prof. Chiara Bottici
Keynote Lecture delivered at the 2nd Annual Thinking the Plural Richard J. Bernstein Symposium at Muhlenberg College on September 25, 2015, in Allentown, Pennsylvania.
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Wark on Bottici’s Imaginal Politics: Images Beyond Imagination and the Imaginary (Columbia University Press, 2014).
Problem : Police kills too many of the citizenry in America.
A proposal : Campaign Zero
Their website is the place to begin. NPR – Audie Cornish talks to Rev. Starsky Wilson.
This report is not in any way an investigation of what happened between Michael Brown Jr. and Officer Darren Wilson in Ferguson on August 9, 2014, nor is it an investigation of the response to the uprising that followed. Other bodies have been responsible for those investigations.
Consistent with our charge, this report is a “a wide- ranging, in-depth study of the underlying issues brought to light by the events in Ferguson.” In other words, we have looked at a wide variety of factors—social, political, historic, economic, educational, and racial, among them—that contributed to the climate in which those events occurred.
Some of the things we look at may at first seem unrelated to the events in Ferguson. However, our work and the community feedback has shown that these factors have either a direct or indirect connection to the environment in the St. Louis region, and therefore must be considered when discussing any potential changes that might lead to progress.
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CALLS FORTH THE RICHES
“If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.” – Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, 1903.
Image: Adler Guerrier, Cache of Riches (work in progress), 2015
John Banville on Rilke in NYRB.
For the sculptor, work was everything: Il faut travailler—toujours travailler was his motto. As for inspiration, Rilke wrote, the mere possibility of it he “shakes off indulgently and with an ironic smile, suggesting that there is no such thing….” These assertions must have struck Rilke like thunderbolts. Suddenly it was not the emotion or the idea that mattered, but the thing.6 Rodin was, above all, a maker of things:
And this way of looking and of living is ingrained so firmly in him because he attained it as a craftman; as he was achieving in his art that element of infinite simplicity, of total indifference to subject matter, he was achieving in himself that great justice, that equilibrium in the face of the world that no name can shake. Since he had been granted the gift of seeing things in everything, he had also acquired the ability to construct things; and therein lies the greatness of his art.
…It was Rodin, so the story goes, who urged Rilke to take himself to the Jardin des Plantes in Paris and pick one of the animals in the zoo there and study it in all its movements and moods until he knew it as thoroughly as a creature or thing could be known, and then write about it. The result was “The Panther,” one of Rilke’s early masterpieces…
NPR – On Point
Time – What the Watts Riots Could Teach Us About Future Fergusons, John McWhorter.
BBC4 Start the Week – Mariella Frostrup talks to Hamid Dabashi, Edith Hall, Douglas Murray and Glenn Ligon.
43 mins from May 2015.
…write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty. Describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison… Rilke
