Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
Sounds like a Trump tweet.Traitor Joe's.
Sounds like a Trump tweet.Traitor Joe's.
The male lesbian is the cisgendered heterosexual feminine man. The male lesbian acts feminine to subvert the gender binary and phallocentric patriarchy.
Acts = behaves. All gendered behavior is acts according to Butler.just acting then, nothing of substance
Meanwhile my writing gets called "abstruse" and "incoherent"... Anti-intellectuals would rather read literal gibberish than Judith Butler.Makes sense.
If you want gibberish, I'm the best in the business of gibberish, clearly.
A stone pillar cracks the horizon, shatters the sky, parts the clouds. In the deserted desert distance, a lone wolf howls.
"The gun is good, the penis is evil!”
Acts = behaves. All gendered behavior is acts according to Butler.
I hope you're not serious about this. "Offering men a road to refinement and discerning taste" is bourgeois as fuck and exactly what the left in America has tried to do for decades and they failed at it. That's what "When they go low, we go high" was about and that failed. YOU CLAIM to be a marxist but you talk like hilary clinton *Tupac voice* If anything the way to reach men is to be as raw and unrefined as possible, just with a righteous feminist messagethe way to defeat the manosphere is to offer men a road to refinement and discerning taste. This, however, is impossible in contemporary squeaky voiced ultra-democratic phoebe bridgers rich kid America.
I hope you're not serious about this. "Offering men a road to refinement and discerning taste" is bourgeois as fuck and exactly what the left in America has tried to do for decades and they failed at it. That's what "When they go low, we go high" was about and that failed. YOU CLAIM to be a marxist but you talk like hilary clinton *Tupac voice* If anything the way to reach men is to be as raw and unrefined as possible, just with a righteous feminist message
Well I actually was actually raised in Brooklyn, so I'm more 100 PERCENT REAL EAST COAST hip hop than you'll ever be. And I've been influenced by the Beastie Boys since I was like 16.Tupac was a refined man. We've thrashed this out a million times on this forum, about how your kind are actually horrified by black culture and try to read a white trash punk aesthetic into it.
I'll add that people who use this argument to quash counter-cultural movements miss the point entirely. If you knew more about American culture you would know that here we need a counter-culture really badly. My male lesbianism is one such movement. But then again, you actually tried to argue that women don't want their pussies eaten without asking, so we're not even on the same planet.and if you're a good marxist you should realise that all behaviour in bourgeois society is bourgeois as fuck. even and especially behaviour which claims to be oppositional.
The bourgeois relation is a relation of force, no amount of acting will change that. thunderstorms don't care about your feelings, as it were.
Well I actually was actually raised in Brooklyn, so I'm more 100 PERCENT REAL EAST COAST hip hop than you'll ever be. And I've been influenced by the Beastie Boys since I was like 16.
After techstep's explosive psychosis and dirty distortion, New Forms offers implosive anxiety and obsessive-compulsive cleanliness of production. Tracks like the eerie, menthol-cool 'Hot Stuff' modulate your metabolism like the impossibly refined neurochemical engineering and designer drugs of the next century. New forms, for sure -- but in Roni Size/Reprazent's music, the clash between the ghettocentric exuberance of the breakbeats and the opulent arrangements of the studio also forges new emotions: tense serenity, suave unease, fervent ambivalence.
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A turnaround for me -- having spent the previous couple of years complaining about drum & bass's obsession with 'jazzual' vibes, well-appointed arrangements and slick production, I started to get more of a feeling for the aesthetics of elegance. In truth, alongside the ruffneck menace and bass-bruising minimalism, there was always a side to jungle that involved supreme daintiness and neat-freak finesse. It's a different kind of rush -- the tingle you get from the nimble, glancing panache of a jazz-inflected synth-chord. This dialectic between crudity and refinement, exuberance and savoir-faire, is integral to black music history; it runs all the way from blues to crunk, and correlates to class divisions within African American society and to dilemmas of crossover and assimilation. The issues are contentious enough for black musicians, critics, and fans. When white folk, with their various projections and misunderstandings enter the picture, things can get real fraught. 'Nothing's too good for us': a lick nicked off Adorno, from one of his infamous diatribes against jazz (a music I strongly suspect he'd only encountered in the dilute form of Benny Goodman-style swing). The 'sample' reappears in the next piece ...
It's easy to overlook dancehall's sonic strangeness, though, because the performers' personae are so domineering. The mix seems lopsided, in-yer-face voices battling with the beat to control the soundscape, and crushing the rest of the music (strangulated samples, perky videogamestyle blip-melodies) into a skinny strip of no-man's-land in between. The ragga voice, jagged and croaky, is a form of sonic extremism in itself. Dancehall's got to be the only form of modern pop where the typical range for male vocals is baritone to basso profundo. Obviously related to the culture's premium on testosterone and disdain for effeminacy, ragga's ultramasculinist bombast sounds simultaneously absurd and intimidating. From some DJs, like Buccaneer, you'll even hear a Pavarotti-esque warble, hilariously poised between portentous and preposterous. Elephant Man's own voice is a pit-of-belly boom that opens up like an abyss of menace, enhanced by a sinister, serpentile lisp. Combine this sort of gravelly machismo with typical lyrics about exit wounds and tonight being the opposite of your birthday (i.e. your 'deathnight') and you've got some seriously chilling Staggerlee business. 'Replacement Killer', a series of boasts about how cold-blooded Elephant is, actually utilizes death-rattle gasps as functioning elements of the beat. No surprise, then, that there's a mutual trade pact between dancehall and gangsta rap (which has escalated since Jamaica recently got wired for cable and now has exposure to BET and MTV). US rap terms like 'playa hater', 'my dogs' and 'making cheese' now crop up as brief blips of relative cipherability amidst ragga's hieroglyphic code-flow of opaque patois. And increasingly dancehall artists interpolate direct lifts from current rap hits. On Comin' 4 You! 'One More' is based on DMX's 'One More Road to Cross', 'E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T' rips a Dre/Snoop chorus, and the album's fiercest cut 'Somebody' rides the clanking rampage of the Yard bounce riddim, a fusion of dancehall with the New Orleans bounce style popularized by Cash Money Records. (The Yard bounce CD features seven versions of that riddim, created by Bobby Konders of Massive B, including Bounty Killer's 'Fire With Fire', Burro Banton's 'Phenomenum 1' and Lexxus's 'Ride With Me' -- a sequence, culminating with the Elephant Man version, that has been played with shameless incessant-ness on Massive B's dancehall show for Hot 97 in New York.) You also get dancehall artists doing remakes of rap hits, where they treat the original as just another riddim and do a totally different vocal lick over the top: Elephant Man's got one based on Ludacris's amazing 'Southern Hospitality'.
With six appearances on the Greensleeves best of 2000 compilation, Capleton reaffirms his supremacy over the dancehall already established by last year's awesome More Fire LP. Like Malcolm X, he belongs to the syndrome of the self-reformed Staggerlee; like Buju Banton, he's a raggamuffin who turned Rasta. But Capleton's sanctimony doesn't sabotage his records because instead of soothing roots reggae visions of 'one love', he concentrates on Old Testament-style wrath and Armageddon: Jah as the ultimate Enforcer, the Don of dons, smiting the corrupt and ungodly. The gloating relish with which he wields the brimstone imagery of divine retribution (he fits this Rasta street preacher archetype known as the 'warner') is as vindictive and venomous as ragga's ultraviolence. Capleton's righteousness and Elephant Man's ruthlessness are flipsides of the same cultural coin; God's fire simply replaces gun fire. Even though he's a 'good guy' now, Capleton still sounds like a rude boy. That ragga/Rasta dialectic is fascinating to me, because in dancehall they aren't seen or felt as opposites but complementary: it's similar to the way that even the most cold-blooded, heartless, murda-mad, ho'-banging rappers always give praise and thanks to God despite their ungodly, vice-ridden and vicious lifestyles. Dancehall can appear to merely mirror and perpetuate 'reality' (soundclash slanguage, all 'sound boy killers' and 'burial' tunes that finish off the rival sound, reflects not just the routine violence of Kingston, but capitalism's war of all against all -- harsher in this postcolonial corner of the globalized world than most). But the culture still contains flickers of utopian hope for a better way: selectors will cut from a toast about murderous revenge to a conscious song about redemption in the blink of a cross-fader. In the mix, these contradictions -- reveling in Babylon's corruption versus dreaming of Zion -- achieve an uneasy co-existence.
That may very well be so, though one really has to question why you jennuflect at the Beasty Boys, but this has nothing to do with being more hip hop than thou. It is a question of rejecting polymorphous democratic fluidity and embracing the dichotomous cast iron formalism of the world historical dialectic. you wallow too much in substance.
As Ayatollah Reynolds once put it:
I'll add that people who use this argument to quash counter-cultural movements miss the point entirely. If you knew more about American culture you would know that here we need a counter-culture really badly. My male lesbianism is one such movement. But then again, you actually tried to argue that women don't want their pussies eaten without asking, so we're not even on the same planet.
Nice quote, but I don't see what it has to do with me. Also, I think your rejection of democracy proves you know little about American culture. At this era, Socialism will only ever come to America in the form of democratic socialism, and bringing democratic socialism to the USA is my Marxist goal as an American.
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The term “Marxism” is not used in the sense of a doctrine that was discovered and introduced by an individual named Karl Marx, but to refer to the doctrine that emerges with the modern industrial proletariat and which “accompanies” the latter throughout the entire course of a social revolution; and we continue to use the term “Marxism” despite the vast field of speculation and exploitation to which it has been subjected by a series of anti-revolutionary movements.
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Marxism, in its sole valid definition, has three main groups of adversaries today. The first group: the bourgeoisie who proclaim the capitalist commodity type of economy to be permanent and its historical abolition and replacement by the socialist mode of production to be illusory, and consistently reject in its entirety the doctrine of economic determinism and the class struggle. The second group: the so-called Stalinist communists, who declare that they accept the Marxist doctrine of history and economics, but who advocate and defend, even in the highly developed capitalist countries, non-revolutionary demands, which are identical to, when not worse than, the politics (democracy) and economics (popular progressivism) of the traditional reformists. The third group: the self-declared advocates of the revolutionary doctrine and method who, nonetheless, attribute its current abandonment by the majority of the proletariat to defects and initial gaps in the theory that must therefore be rectified and brought up to date.
Deniers—falsifiers—modernizers. We fight against all three, and we consider the third group to be the worst of the lot.