Jul 04

tik garšīgi no ielas šīs puses smaržo puiši

Iepatikās. No Alise Romeiko: Es atkal un atkal paistu pie tevis.

tik garšīgi no ielas šīs puses smaržo puiši

tik garšīgi smaržo viņu mutes pēc sausa sarkanvīna, pēc visām bijušajām meitenēm, pēc bērnībā zaudēto derību dēļ ēstās saujas zemes, pēc straujā elpas vilciena pirmajā nejaušajā žiletes griezienā caurspīdīgajos, kautrīgajos rugājos

tik garšīgi smaržo viņu acis, jau izraudājušas pirmās mīlestības rūgtumu un jau savilkušas ap sevi dažas smaidu krunciņas, kam lemts vecumdienās iesauļoties

tik garšīgi smaržo viņu rokas pēc simtiem malkas klēpju, kas nesti no lauku šķūnīša uz ķēķi, smaržo pēc pirmās cirvja cirstās brūces, pēc bērnības mīļākā suņa un pirmās cigaretes

tik garšīgi smaržo viņu austiņas, smaržo pēc mammas šūpuļdziesmām, meiteņu vaidiem un kaudzes rupju vārdu, nedaudz smaržo pēc kautrīgas, nosarkušas ādas pirmās bučas laikā

tik garšīgi smaržo viņu muguras zem krekliem, smaržo pēc izstaipīšanās un mugurkaula krakšķiem no rīta, pēc tēva plaukstas uzsitiena lepnuma, pēc asiem nadziņiem

tik garšīgi no ielas šīs puses smaržo puiši,
tik pieiet viņiem klāt un, ne vārda nesakot, skūpstīt viņu acis un mutes, aplaizīt viņu pirkstiņus un iekosties viņu austiņās, pieplakt viņu mugurām, ievilkt dziļu elpu un tikai tad spēt iet tālāk

Oct 26

Imants Ziedonis “Ir tādi cilvēki”

Ir tādi cilvēki – sirds ļoti dziļi.
Liekas, ka sirds viņiem nemaz nav.
Vai viņi ļauni? Vai viņi mīļi?
Kad viņi smejas? Un kad viņi raud?

Tev likās – vētrām tu pasauli sedzi.
Žilbinošs prieks un līdz sāpēm ass!
Aiziet un pāriet, un vēlāk tik redzi –
Tas jau vēl nebija it nekas.

Ir tādi cilvēki – sirds ļoti dziļi.
Liekas, nekā viņi neapjauž,
Bet pašā dziļumā mīlestība
Nobrāztām rokām akmeņus lauž.

Nobrāztām rokām, bez viena vārda
Akmeņus salauž un akmeņus šķeļ.
Uzceļ sev pasauli, sagāž, ārda,
Nojauc un atkal no jauna ceļ.

Kur ir tavs “mīlu”, un kur ir tavs “gribu”?
Kur it tavs koks, un kur ir tavs zars?
Kur ir tavs ceļš uz bezgalību?
Kur ir tavs arkls, kas tevi ars?

Kas tev ir draugi, un kas tev ir mīļi?
Tu jau nemaz pats to neapjaud.
Ir tādi cilvēki – sirds dziļi, dziļi
Smejas par tevi
Un par tevi raud.

Jun 14

I’m a white male in my early thirties…

TIk skaisti pateikts.

I’m a white male in my early thrities, living in the suburbs with copious disposable income and — not by accident — very few actual life responsibilities. And my primary interests in entertainment are aggressively violent, mono-dimensional simulations of retrograde masculine power fantasies for me to sieze upon as an outlet for my reflexive hatred of those different than me and deeply ingrained mysogyny, and to provide catharsis for my fears of change, paralyzing sexual insecurity and looming dread that I’m adrift and without purpose in an evolving post-patriarchal society that may well have no genuine use for the likes of me.

So, basically, the videogame industry very rarely lets me down.

No šī video.

Feb 21

You and the Devil

What do you if you wake up one day and see the Devil snarling in your face?

Do you spit? Shout defiance? Make a thousand threats and die courageously?

Or do you cower and beg for mercy? Offer a bargain in exchange for your life? Give up every last ounce of your dignity for another moment of life.

No, I think not. Making binary choices is doing business on the Devil’s terms.

If you ever do wake up one day and see the Devil snarling in your face, you reach out with one hand, put your thumb between your first and middle fingers, and laugh: “I’ve got your nose! I’ve got your nose! I’ve got your goddamn nose, you stupid metaphor for all human evil!”

Then do an armpit fart.

If there really is such a thing as the Devil, it stands to reason those would be the kinds of things he is afraid of. All the things that take away the power that we’re accustomed to giving him.

From A Fancy Swewish Sweater

May 25

Privātuma trūkuma morālais aspekts

No citātiem sastutēts kopsavilkums stāstam divās daļās. Gribēju iztulkot, bet nav laika. Ņemiet par labu, kā ir.

“Panopticism is… it’s all the cameras everywhere. Well, I suppose that’s a simplification… but Panopticism means being watched all the time. It means there’s no such thing as privacy,” Mr. Larson realized he’d made another mistake. “Does… anyone know what privacy was?”

Privacy was other people not being able to look at you naked any time they wanted. Privacy was not being sent videos of boys masturbating while they murmured your name into their pillow. Privacy was going into a room by yourself and crying without anyone being able to see.

“Privacy was when people had secrets from one another.”

Privacy was more than that. Privacy was when people were good because they wanted to be good, and not because someone else was watching.

“The world has been On the Record for over sixty years now. No one chose it. There was no action of government. There was no vote. Total Panopticism… that is to say, being watched by everyone… was an inevitable extension of technology and economics. But still… here we are.”

“As you know, at first we reaped enormous benefits from the Panoptic Model. It almost totally destroyed the need for a legal system. It made corruption virtually impossible….”

“After the first ten years of Complete Coverage, violent crime rates dropped to less than one percent of what they had been… except… there was one significant drawback….” Mr. Larson was really sweating now. “I don’t suppose anyone here knows-”

“Suicide,” blurted Judy, unable to help herself. “All the crime stopped but the suicide rate jumped to twenty-percent,” she said.

“Lights Out wasn’t seen as a solution early on, of course. It evolved quite naturally. You see… the cameras,” Mr. Larson waved at the intercom again, “create a sense of pressure. It makes us feel bottled up even if we’re not aware of it. Although Complete Coverage has numerous benefits, human nature rebels against it.”

Judy turned to look at an empty desk. Ian McCaskill used to sit there. He’d killed himself after video surfaced of him wearing his mother’s underwear.

Stupid kid thought he was too unpopular to be searched. But no one is too unpopular to be searched.

“Ten years after Complete Coverage a section of Chicago suffered a system-wide power and information outage. All the cameras in the east side were off for almost twelve hours.”

“By that time termination was unheard of, but thirty-three people were terminated that night…. There were also a number of other crimes like forced-copulation and other types of lesser body-violation. At first the wave of violence was seen as a tragedy, a form of group madness, however in the aftermath it was noticed that….”

“No one involved in the Power Outage committed suicide,” said Judy.

That’s us. That’s people. We need to do bad things just to live.

Mr. Larson’s hands trembled. Everyone tried to pretend Lights Out never happened. Everyone tried to pretend the world was a polite and wonderful place where no crimes could ever be committed because people were good. Lights Out told a different story. Lights Out said that being watched and being good were two very different things.

“Judy is once again correct… even if her… verbiage is a little out-of-date. The results were confirmed in a few other isolated incidents that mirrored the first outage. Five years after the first data black out…” Mr. Larson started to cough until his eyes were red and full of tears, “There was a nation-wide outage lasting six hours.”

“There were thirty-thousand terminations, over three-hundred thousand forced-copulations and millions of lesser forms of body-violation. Afterward, the self-termination rates plummeted across the nation. Lights Out therefore… after a few more large power outages… became a national custom.”

Judy had read that during the first Lights Out, over five hundred mothers had murdered their children. Most of them had been infants or toddlers. Kids who cried all night in other words.

“Now don’t panic! The terminations were only a major issue during the first few years. Less than a thousand across the entire nation are terminated during each Lights Out. Most people pass the time away in their homes with the door locked.”

Judy noticed Mr. Larson didn’t say anything about rape, or forced-copulation as he styled it. There may not have been that many murders, but rape ruled during Lights Out.

Rape was why Elisha was still hugging her chest and why Jennifer Lawrence had had her tits cut off six months ago. Rape was why all the girls had their hair cut short and ugly in the last few weeks. The way people thought now if a girl looked nice during Lights Out she was asking to be raped.

The second the lights went on out there, the lights went off in here.
Her father told her that, first pointing at the cameras, then pointing at his own chest.

Everything good went away when privacy went away.

People didn’t need privacy just to do bad. That’s a lie you’re going to get told and I want you to know it for the damn lie that it is. People needed privacy to do good. People needed privacy to know they were good.

You’ve got to be able to do good things where no one can see, just so you know there’s something decent inside yourself. Something that’s all for you that isn’t there just because someone’s watching. Being watched takes being good away from us. It makes it so that we never have to be strong for our own sakes… so when the Lights go out… when the world turns its back on us… there’s no more light in our hearts to scare away the night.

People need to do bad things to live. I won’t deny that. But we need to do good things too. We need to do right for ourselves because otherwise it’s all just meat and there’s no reason for any of it. Even bad men have got to have something good, otherwise you can’t stand to be a human being.

Used to be, back in the old days, the lights would go out and people would help each other. That was back before there was cameras everywhere. There was just people, sitting there, knowing in their hearts what right was.

“Who watches the watchmen?” It’s a bullshit question! They’re going to throw that in your face when you go to school, but it’s bullshit! People watch themselves! People watch themselves just fine!

Real strength comes by testing yourself for yourself. But… these damn cameras everywhere! Used to be the only camera you had was inside of yourself. That was the only camera that mattered! That was the only one that never went away!

But when the lights went on out there… when they took the cameras outside of us and propped them up all around us, well then… in a lot of people… the camera inside just went away.

Maybe the camera wasn’t perfect. Maybe people lied to themselves about what they saw there, but they had to just to live! People needed to be people. And when the cameras came, when it became impossible to reconcile anything away… well, everyone who had an ounce of shame killed themselves.

It was like being torn apart. They couldn’t take it.

There’s only two kind of people left. Only two kinds.

The shameless and the patient.