Woman’s Grammar in the Dream: When Our Lips Speak Together

“No sur­face holds. No fig­ure, line, or point remains. No ground sub­sists. But no abyss, either. Depth, for us, is not a chasm. With­out a sol­id crust, there is no precipice. Our depth is the thick­ness of our body, our all touch­ing itself. Where top and bot­tom, inside and out­side, in front and behind, above and below are not sep­a­rat­ed, remote, out of touch. Our all inter­min­gled. With­out breaks or gaps.”

Manifestation of the Dream: Silvia Federici’s “Caliban and the Witch” (2004)

The witch craze wages a war against Lilith, who, born from Adam’s clay, refused to obey the Man. The burn­ings of her kin­dred become great pub­lic spectacles.
Lilith leaves her life to the flames,
sac­ri­ficed upon the altar of a fab­ri­cat­ed God. But her truth will be known in the smoke, and the ash­es, and in the earth.

The Queerest Place on Earth

Some­thing hap­pened to queer­ness in the 1990s. Not only did we begin to describe more and more forms of non-nor­ma­tive desire and embod­i­ment as “queer” – with the advent of the inter­net, queer com­mu­ni­ties also became digi­tised. Our knowl­edge and our inti­ma­cy is now unthink­able with­out vast transat­lantic cir­cuits and cor­po­rate filters.

Birth of the Dream: Friedrich Engels’ The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State (1884)

The close cor­re­la­tion between the emer­gence of pri­vate prop­er­ty and the oppres­sion of women, as pro­posed by Engels, offers an intrigu­ing the­o­ry for under­stand­ing the devel­op­ment of an ear­ly patri­archy and the pro­gres­sion of the patri­ar­chal sys­tem with­in the his­tor­i­cal con­text of Europe. We are com­pelled to won­der whether essen­tial­ism, which ascribes inher­ent dom­i­nance instincts to men and sub­mis­sion instincts to women, pro­vides a valid expla­na­tion for the ascen­dan­cy of one gender’s pow­er over the oth­er. Origin’s silence on this mat­ter neces­si­tates a more pro­found explo­ration into the under­ly­ing rea­sons behind the estab­lish­ment of patri­ar­chal pow­er structures.

A Sun’s Death in the Ether

“Vio­lence rup­tures the sky in half—
It shat­ters every world that’s in the mak­ing of a map of light.
I fall fast between drops of blood.
With pre­ci­sion I cut into my skin and sev­er the sun from me.”

Halters

In a world gone void, some peo­ple lit­er­al­ly can­not let go of their trauma—and chan­nel its destruc­tive ener­gy into fight­ing the good fight, meth­ods and costs be damned.

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