[DO NOT ASSEMBLE]
# 2:42 a.m. Brooklyn Bridge confirmed closed
[DO NOT EDUCATE ONE ANOTHER]
# 2:44 a.m. NYPD destroys OWS Library. 5,000 donated books in dumpster.
[DO NOT NOURISH YOUR NEIGHBORS]
# 2:44 a.m. Defiant occupiers barricaded Liberty Square kitchen
# 3:36 a.m. Kitchen tent reported teargassed. Police moving in with zip cuffs.
[DO NOT RESIST]
# 2:55 a.m. NYC council-member Ydanis Rodríguez arrested and bleeding from head.
[DO NOT BREATHE TOGETHER]
# 3:05 a.m. NYPD cutting down trees in Liberty Square
[DO NOT COLLECT]
# 3:08 a.m. heard on livestream: “they’re bringing in the hoses.”
[DO NOT MAKE A HOME]
# 3:15 a.m. NYPD destroying personal items. Occupiers prevented from leaving with their possessions.
# 3:16 a.m. Occupiers linking arms around riot police
# 3:33 a.m. Bulldozers moving in
[The following statement was issued by Comrades from Cairo on 13 November 2011.]
To our kindred occupiers in Zuccotti park,
When we called out to you, requesting you join us on 12 November in defending our revolution and in our campaign against the military trial of civilians in Egypt, your solidarity—pictures from marches, videos, and statements of support—added to our strength.
However, we recently received news that your General Assembly passed a proposal authorizing $29,000 dollars to send twenty of your number to Egypt as election monitors. Truth be told, the news rather shocked us; we spent the better part of the day simply trying to figure out who could have asked for such assistance on our behalf.
We have some concerns with the idea, and we wanted to join your conversation.
It seems to us that you have taken to the streets and occupied your parks and cities out of a dissatisfaction with the false promises of the game of electoral politics, and so did our comrades in Spain, Greece and Britain. Regardless of how one stands on the efficacy of elections or elected representatives, the Occupy movement seems outside the scope of this; your choice to occupy is, if nothing else, bigger than any election. Why then, should our elections be any cause for celebration, when even in the best of all possible worlds they will be just another supposedly “representative” body ruling in the interest of the 1% over the remaining 99% of us? This new Egyptian parliament will have effectively no powers whatsoever, and—as many of us see it—its election is just a means of legitimating the ruling junta’s seizure of the revolutionary process. Is this something you wish to monitor?
We have, all of us around the world, been learning new ways to represent ourselves, to speak, to live our politics directly and immediately, and in Egypt we did not set out to the streets in revolution simply to gain a parliament. Our struggle—which we think we share with you—is greater and grander than a neatly functioning parliamentary democracy; we demanded the fall of the regime, we demanded dignity, freedom and social justice, and we are still fighting for these goals. We do not see elections of a puppet parliament as the means to achieve them.
But even though the idea of election monitoring doesn’t really do it for us, we want your solidarity, we want your support and your visits. We want to know you, talk with you, learn one another’s lessons, compare strategies and share plans for the future. We think that activists or as people committed to serious change in the systems we live in, there is so much more that we can do together than legitimizing electoral processes (leave that boring job to the Carter Foundation) that seem so impoverished next to the new forms of democracy and social life we are building. It should be neither our job nor our desire to play the game of elections; we are occupying and we should build our spaces and our networks because they themselves are the basis on which we will build the new. Let us deepen our lines of communication and process and discover out what these new ways of working together and supporting one another could be.
Any time you do want to come over, we’ve got plenty of comfy couches available. It won’t be fancy, but it will be fun.
For most people the word tantra seems synonymous with sex. I’ve spoken a lot about what tantra is beyond its misperceived sexual connotations.
But to say that sex has nothing to do with tantra would be inaccurate. Tantra has something to do with everything. Everything. So sex is just as part of the process as eating a meal, meditating, or going to temple.
Indulge me for a bit and think about sex abstractly. It’s a lust for another half, an act of complete acceptance of another being, and then taking that being into yourself. You aren’t thinking of the “world” as you know it, the city streets, the economy, television. If the sex is any good, all of your attention is brought directly into the moment. Feeling, experiencing your senses, being utterly present within yourself. Marveling in sheer adoration. And if it’s with someone you love, then there’s nowhere else you would rather be. This is how a tantrik yogi lives life.
These are all qualities we should cultivate every moment of our lives. We should never want to be anywhere else other than where we are. A tantrik’s would is present within his senses, not surrendered to the abstract notions of time and space. To a tantrik, it is the common man’s world that is abstract. The “lofty realms of Nirvana”, on the other hand, are simple and present.
In the tantrik worldview, your experience of existence is the sexplay of Shiva and Shakti (the goddess). Shakti is everything you experience: smells, sounds, feelings, thoughts, sights, ideas, inspiration, fire, water, etc. Shiva is the thing within, that sense of self, that experiences everything.
Therefore a tantrik yogi seeks to experience this at all times before transcending that final duality into non-duality. Namaste.
Hard to say. I’d answer differently for the intent of Google Streetview an the reality of Google Streetview. The intent of it is to document every last street down to the minutest detail, and I think this would strange and terrible, not to mention that it would make things incredibly boring in a…
“It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via indicio)
Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics.
You are all stardust.
You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode.
So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.
If you don’t know of the work Vikki Law is doing, you should. If you care about women in prison and their voices being represented in discussions of prison abolition etc., you should check out this zine. If you want to know about the struggles that women go thru in prison, what prison is really like, and how women prisoners resist, you should check out this zine. It includes original artwork, letters, and other writing by women in prison. Often their work has had to be smuggled out. It also includes addresses for these women so that you can write to them.
To get a copy of the latest issue (#19), send $2 in well-concealed cash or a check made out to V. Law, PO Box 20388 New York, NY 10009
"If violence begets violence, then the same is true for Knowledge, Love and Compassion."
THE DARK SIDE OF A REVOLUTION …is the unconscious shadow so stifled, seething, bubbling underneath, that it knows only one thing: Destruction. The lack of control to ensuing chaos and the desperate longing for control, can lead to those unleashing the destruction feeling like if anyone is going to destroy them, it will not be at the hands of the oppressor–but by their own.
All other means attempted—a calm reasoning, a heated debate, a patience and a tolerance that has been worn down by those more powerful who unfortunately are cloaked in their anorexic compassion, selfish reasoning…ultimate greed.
Once man has been pushed to his limit, rational thinking gets thrown out the window and cast into the fire. “You cannot destroy me, I will not let you.Because I am the only one who should have this power.” (Shooting the hostage, if you will.)
THE LIGHT SIDE OF A REVOLUTION …is the power of Mind, The power of consciousness. In order to change lives, to break cycles, you have to change Minds. If Courage is a bullet, then Love and Compassion are a nuclear bomb. If violence begets violence, then the same is true for Knowledge, Love and Compassion.
"I’m heading up there tonight in my dress blues. So far, 15 of my fellow marine buddies are meeting me there, also in Uniform. I want to send the following message to Wall St and Congress:I didn’t fight for Wall St. I fought for America. Now it’s Congress’ turn.
"My true hope, though, is that we Veterans can act as first line of defense between the police and the protester. If they want to get to some protesters so they can mace them, they will have to get through the Fucking Marine Corps first. Let’s see a cop mace a bunch of decorated war vets.I apologize now for typos and errors.
"Typing this on iPhone whilst heading to NYC. We can organize once we’re there. That’s what we do best.If you see someone in uniform, gather together.
"A formation will be held tonight at 10PM.
"We all took an oath to uphold, protect and defend the constitution of this country. That’s what we will be doing.
“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”—
My name is Kelly Schomburg, I’m the girl with the red hair in these pictures. I was protesting at the Occupy Wall Street march yesterday when I and several other women were sprayed with mace and subsequently arrested. Many have already seen the video, which has been spreading like wildfire over twitter, Facebook, tumblr, and other video feeds, along with hundreds of other photos and videos. This is my recount of what happened.
I started off the march at noon with all the others, and we marched from Liberty Plaza all the way to Union Square. We were blocked off by policemen at times, but the majority of us sought to avoid any conflict and keep moving. We took up the sidewalks and the streets. We chanted. We were heard.
Upon arriving at Union Square, the police presence erupted. Our group stopped to regroup at the park, which unfortunately gave them time to surround the area and increase their force. We saw the nets coming out and they blocked off the streets; the march started to fray and split into different directions. We tried to turn around and march back to Wall Street, but we were not allowed.
The majority who were moving back to Wall Street headed down 12th Street. When we were between University and 5th Avenue, the place began blocking off the street. I was walking on the sidewalk in a clump with one of my friends and a few other women. Two female police officers blocked our path. We asked them repeatedly why we couldn’t walk down the sidewalk; they refused to talk to us. The one time they spoke was when one officer repeatedly said between her teeth, “do not get in my face. Get out of my face. GET OUT OF MY FACE.” The police force was increasing and blocking off the street from both ends, and not allowing people to cross the road. I was filming the scene with my DSLR.
I looked over, and in a second I saw the officer spraying something into the crowd. I recognized the mace immediately and shut my eyes; though I did deflect some of it, I was not completely successful. The burning set in immediately, and I heard the screaming. I started crying. A few women around me were lying on the ground holding their faces and wailing. My friend grabbed onto me. I dropped my camera, but it kept filming. I was hysterical. I grabbed the woman closest to me, who got hit the hardest (depicted in the first picture with the tank top and the long skirt). She was absolutely hysterical, she couldn’t see. People were running out of local restaurants and bringing us water. The police promised there would be a medic; it never arrived. Some of the other people in the march had seen what happened and half-carried us across the street to get some milk and vinegar for our faces.
During this time, the police were pushing their net up the street towards 5th Ave, and everyone on the sidewalk was being boxed in for arrest. They forced us to move, even though we were visibly suffering. As I was being pushed up the street, another protestor was pouring a milk solution on my face to ease the burning. They forced us all against the wall, and we knew we would be arrested. Everyone asked why; no police officer would respond. I was freaking out. One white-collar officer walked down the line and screamed, “YOU’RE ALL GETTING LOCKED UP!”. Some of the people on the block had not even been involved. Some were getting pushed or dragged under the nets by police so that they would be part of the mass arrest. Others in the area were tackled, beaten, dragged, or tazed by the officers. They put us all in plastic cuffs and placed us in lines. I put my head into my lap and sobbed. The person next to me asked why I was crying, and told me that it would be alright. No one around me had ever been arrested before.
Eventually, they brought in the loads of police vans to bring us to the station. They even utilized one MTA bus to put us on, because there were so many. They walked me to the van, and I waited several minutes to get inside as they prepared it. That is when the second picture was taken.
They drove us to the station, precinct 1. We were forced to wait outside the station, in the vehicles, for almost 2 hours. The police were walking around outside, waiting, talking to each other. About 15-20 minutes in, one officer assured us that we would be moved in a few minutes and we would be processed and out in an hour or two. No one knew what was going on. It was during this time that I severely needed to use the bathroom. For an hour and a half, I asked over and over if I could get an escort to go. It got to the point where I was in so much physical pain that I was crying. I pleaded the cops over and over. Everyone else in the car tried to get their attention. They ignored us. They turned the music up. They told me to wait. It wasn’t until I cried so much that they were forced to face me, that somebody finally found me an escort. They didn’t remove my cuffs. She pulled my pants down for me and watched me. When we were exiting, she said that she didn’t like doing this, she had four kids and she didn’t think this was right. She agreed with our sentiment, but she didn’t understand why we had to be violent. I told her we were peaceful, and that I had been maced and arrested while walking on the sidewalk. She was silent. I looked at every officer who had let me through to use the bathroom and said thank you. They were silent.
I was finally put into the holding cell, where I was reunited with my friend and met with a bunch of the other women involved. Soon after, we were each placed in our own cells: 5 women per 1 person room. I was detained there for between 5 and 6 hours. Some demanded their one phone call, only to be told that they could only make calls within the five boroughs. We sat and waited to be processed.
I was finally released at 1:30 am. I have a court date on November 3rd at 9:30 am. I’m being charged with blocking vehicle traffic and unlawful conduct.
“…You are not schizophrenic; you are polyphrenic. Indigenous people understand this. You cannot with a limited encapsulated ego hope to solve anything except in a limited encapsulated way… The vision may not be in the same old, same old persona. Switch persona; bring up the other one. The other one has a freedom, a delight, an insouciance and an ebullience that your little local self does not have… Play upon the polyphrenia of your nature… The ancients were serving multiple modes of the psyche… Move from patriarchy to partnership; from dominance by one economic group or culture to circular investedness, and cross the great divide of otherness.”—Jean Houston (via tfolsom)