there's a pretty intense windstorm today. i went out to see if any crows wanted to get fed before the storm got bad but they didn't come over to me. instead i think they might've been playing? like the winds are picking up and the crows would be on a tree and then would let the wind take them and do a few loops before landing on the tree again.
either they're having fun or having a really bad time.
As queers and exiles of all kinds, remember that it's up to us to preserve the memory our love and living practices.
Many of us had no practices instilled in us by any queers in our lives, since many of us grew up in an era without queer elders, without a history being communicated by anyone trusted in our lives. Instead, many of us were struggling alone against the heavily Christian-coded practices of capitalist, consumerist hegemony.
We had to develop our own practices.
To keep ourselves and each other safer.
To accept and express ourselves.
To develop community, and love.
It's up to us to protect the memory of these practices, their living history. We cannot expect our memory to be kept by the textbooks of machine that produces workers.
We keep the memory of our love, our life, alive.
And we have the power to do more than those that came before us, so that those after us can walk with our knowledge, our failures.
Celebrate around shrines of your love. Let them burn as bright as your heart.
Build temples of rest for exiles. Let them be sanctuaries of self-acceptance as endless becomings.
@exiliaex @KatSteelwing source link for those curious: https://www.audubon.org/magazine/march-april-2016/meet-bird-brainiacs-american-crow
(I've also since learned that Marzluff retired recently!)
"The profanation of the unprofanable is the political task of the coming generation."
Giorgio Agamben, "Profanations"
"We fix our gaze on the remains of a triumphal arch, a portico, a pyramid, a temple, a palace, and we plunge into meditation. We anticipate the ravages of time, and our imagination scatters over the very buildings in which we live. All at once, solitude and silence reign around us. We alone remain, of an entire nation that no longer exists; and this is first line of the poetics of ruins." —Denis Diderot
this is the caveman mask the researchers wore. if this guy showed up in my neighborhood i'd be scared as shit too.