Feminist Games

quo magis speculativa, magis practica

Month: March, 2015

nothing

the
Politics of Good and Bad
are a sorting machine;
working in tandem,
they process excrement on the
internet and
sort objects into
piles of
good and bad for
capitalists.

it doesn’t matter which
you choose,
both piles serve as
valuable commodities in the
market because the
marketplace
serves those who exist to
reinforce and
those who exist to
subvert.

to disrupt the
marketplace,
you must abstain from
participating as
part of the machine.

the
Machine requires
hu-mons,
individuals
who will also
co-facilitate the
exchange of goods and
services in the
marketplace.

without a machine, these
individuals struggle with
accumulating enough
energy for a
phase transition; like a
gas that longs to
be a liquid.

post-industrial Capitalism
facilitates the
condensation of
individuals into fluids, and
that is why—
despite the harm
it facilitates—
individuals will not readily
abandon capitalism.

there is nothing
more important than the
feeling of fluidity.

NOTHING.

spiders without bodies

scroll through the feels
tweet your insecurities
disparage cynicism and apathy;
go on, commodify your paranoia

unload yourself wherever you go
enact memory with each exchange
heuristics lighten your cognitive load;
shake, shake, shake the pan

find your-self singular,
in perfect form, but
beware those trolls;
they devour fragmented, golden mirrors

you do not exist for you
but to validate the silk-spinners
who cocoon others with self-hatred;
those spiders without bodies

energy in multiple

there are machines and the energies that simulate and stimulate them. energy is multiple; it is electricity, but also those things that are more complex than electricity that also stimulate reactions between permeable and porous forms. i am energy in multiple; i am electricity, but i am also a complex formulation that manipulates other energies for the simulation and stimulation of various machines.

you

what a game can do
depends on how you read it
can you see
the things that be
those words that exist
to trick you.

you are you
and you and you
ad infinitum, except
with each twist and turn,
pivot, subsume,
“it” depends on when.

lick, blink,
reverberate,
press to oblivion,
but nothing feels like
scent remembers,
as everything smells a’ history.

born in dust
the barn a’fire
an ember whisks you away,
and while be-fore you feared a’burning,
as a gas
thy freedom come.

what a joke
you’ve fallen for,
a narrative that saves you;
for you must reconcile
your hate of you,
that is you being you.

deceit!
the you of you
is a deep, fried bucket of lies;
revived ad nauseum thanks in part
to the games that serve
you solitude.

replace schoolteachers with librarians

i
want to
live in a
world tomorrow
that
is not like the
one
i
believe
exists today
wherein
sanity and
happiness are
contingent on
consistency and
Truth.

let the
money
burn wildly,
let the
clocks
stop turning;
fire all the
police officers and
replace
schoolteachers with
librarians.

if you
are born
you should
be afforded the
necessities of
life—
love,
sustenance,
protection,
faith,
forgiveness,
histories,
languages,
spaces,
bodies.

situate
my opportunity in
relation to
doing and not
being
because
spawning and
birth
are not
equivalent and the
burden of
my birthplace,
birthbody,
birthlanguage
need not the
complexification of basic
survival needs.

to be in
relation to
relations
is to
cope with the many
things
i
am becoming—to
accept that
i cannot
be only
one person,
guided by
one pursuit, or
motivated by
one source of
validation.

hope
does not
beg for
certainty;
rigidity
does not
beget
ritual; and
sustainability
is not
consistency.

multiplicity
does not
conform to a
line, and so
we need a different
ideal by which to
relate
relations;
if not “progress,” then
what?