ciao from ecocore :::
we hope you are taking care of each other.
we were going to do a new issue (we might) but in the meantime a newsletter as an effort to metabolise the virtual + being alive atm, for you : bad news / palette cleansing content / etc. love u
໒( ♥ ◡ ♥ )७(๑♡3♡๑)✿♥‿♥✿
week 8? so i’m riding a little crest of optimism, with gratitude for the resilience, spirit, power of affection, organisation and capacity for care around. seems that when we’re given permission (/ pause for some and hyperactivity for others) we can catch up on the admin of love, and revolutionary bureaucracy! i’m seeing a lot of reworlding, i’m giving in to faith in it. hope will deflate as soon as i come up against an unyielding national border in my attempt to urgently brexit but today i feel held and buoyed. (if you can’t relate there are discord channels and podcasts and online communities who will embrace anyone down for the rev – i will keep sharing resources).
i’ve diverted all libido in this unending sexlessness (what a waste) into imaginary futures; this insurrectionist eros is a practice of aliveness. coping this week looks like grasping for joy and insisting on pixelated glitching intimacy amid rumours of escalating death. i heard there’s a respiratory demon in the air and so i’m practicing breathing. these moments of suspended meditative breath feel like a reclamation of inner space beyond tragedy, time or capitalism (maybe it’s naive, but in so much as i can possess anything at all my breath feels ‘mine’). i’m bad at it, my lungs are all griefed up / i’m asthmatic but i’m attempting to tune in a little more than usual as a protest against intrusion. my therapist and i spoke about breathing a lot BC and one session she brought me bubbles so i could rehearse sustained exhalation and stabilise my lungs. we sat there blowing bubbles at each other and giggling for a full 50 mins, it was a therapeutic masterpiece.
for the kundalini inclined / able ::: breath of fire | hindu belief that we have a predestined number of breaths x lifetime | ‘hacking’ ur sympathetic system | chaosmosis | be soft be soft
i-Ching for the moment : 60 becoming 45
Hexagram 60 is named 節 (jié), “limitation” and “moderation”. Its inner trigram is ☱ (兌 duì) open = (澤) swamp, and its outer trigram is ☵ (坎 kǎn) gorge = (水) water.
Hexagram 45 is named 萃 (cuì), “gathering”. Other variations include “clustering together (massing)” and “finished”. Its inner trigram is ☷ (坤 kūn) field = (地) earth, and its outer trigram is ☱ (兌 duì) open = (澤) swamp.
(ଠୖ ଳି ଠୖ)՞ ( ͒꒪̛ཅ꒪̛ ͒) •̀رق•́✧ plague materials
more death panel :: + hannah black | ubi | rent strike | tenant organizing | the abolition of rikers
is it ok to flee? :: is it? | justifying a conscious uncoupling from this mouldy protestant saturnian misery isle | seeking advice of 16th century rabbis | g2g
the next pandemic :: mike davis warnings | 60% – 2/3 of ppl who died from 1918 flu were in western india bc of british imiseration / requisition of grain for war effort | america first in the left | biotech revolution | distribution of hypothetical vaccine | nationalism | WHO and disinvestment in public health
two months that failed to change the world :: bioracism | january in beijing | february in london | kissing is forbidden
trust + amity vs surveillance :: who to trust | global data collaboration | hesitations in policy | disunity / collab
never let a crisis go to waste :: neoliberalism will survive :( | worst consequences tbc | disillusionment and fascism | imposed control | deteriorating standards of living | post-trump and weimar germany | left populism
rats in new york have started eating each other bc the restaurants have closed :: how long til humans start doing the same | prob one week til elon suggests
get fat, don’t die! :: aids diet | nourishing the hiv positive
occupational health :: diseases of workers | medicalising blackness | meaningful activity
(ଠୖ ଳି ଠୖ)՞ ( ͒꒪̛ཅ꒪̛ ͒) •̀رق•́✧ lack
wages for housework micro syllabus :: theory and activism around social reproduction | the domestic worker is not furloughed | womxn’s work | settler sexuality | ur welcome
longest i have gone without being touched :: remembering body thresholds with no other
italian supermodel was already hiding in her apartment :: traumatic gaze | seeking invisibility
lonely women :: post-war adverts | soap as technology of social purification | pristine and regulated ideal | class x race x gender x colonialism | consumption and health
(ଠୖ ଳି ଠୖ)՞ ( ͒꒪̛ཅ꒪̛ ͒) •̀رق•́✧ crisis but make it poetry
anne boyer’s early quarantine diary :: apparently there was an inexplicable rise in astrology and fortune telling in the year before the plague (1665). matched by an outbreak of prayer and piety | sound familiar? | knowing with illogical urgency that a pandemic is on the way | animal prophecy
plague perfume :: fragrances for plague floral vs reek | cholera mist | four thieves vinegar | exotic imported spices | eva vliegen the woman who claimed to have survived for ten yrs on only the sweet fragrance of flowers
the covidian surreal :: japanese aquarium urges us to facetime eels who are forgetting humans exist | let them?
++ ursula :: the day before the revolution | but he had left her the revolution | to die was merely to go on in another direction
my mother’s choir zoom sings thomas tallis :: <3 spem in alium | 40 part motet for 8 choirs of 5 | hard enough when you’re in one room
japanese ghost story :: post tsunami exorcisms
alessandro’s adventures in vaccine research cont… <3
(ଠୖ ଳି ଠୖ)՞ ( ͒꒪̛ཅ꒪̛ ͒) •̀رق•́✧ anthem
a joyful bulgarian anti-fascist song :: when left wing insurrectionists were crushed in white terror in the 20s, melody from anti-ottoman hayduk ballad
A thick fog fell
A fog has covered up so tightly
the forest mountains and the view,
he has also covered the plain
and our shepherd’s hut Rauch.
The gang just arrived
small in our shepherd’s hut,
a fire has been lit,
so that the clothes can dry.
The captain is at rest,
because something was wrong:
Because Stephan saw in the ambush
the spies sneak through the forest.
(Then the command was heard briefly.
The gang is gearing up on the pitch.
The balls were already raining heavily,
the fight, he didn’t know mercy.)
In this bloody battle
Stephan and Veljo felt bad:
They put their lives there
it wept big and small for her.
Whether some of us may fall –
we dig the fascists’ grave.
The fight will be tough and bloody
but we will free ourselves
(ଠୖ ଳି ଠୖ)՞ ( ͒꒪̛ཅ꒪̛ ͒) •̀رق•́✧ liberta
a friend’s son emerges from hotel room after 14 days of quarantine in georgia, “i forgot everything that i have lived before, i thought i was just born again”.
love and antibodies x