#memory and movement

[niggadiffusion]

[labelma]

Hot fucking take but gunning down two Israeli embassy workers in front of a DC museum while shouting “free Palestine” won’t actually do anything to free Palestine. It just gets two innocent civilians killed, you sent to prison, and the entire movement delegitimized.

Good job 👍

[000marie198]

I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake

[trekscribbles]

Sophie loves to go dancing, but she rarely goes with Nate. He takes it too seriously, and he always get involved in the dance hall politics. Plus, as technical and detail oriented as he is, he isn't really good at dancing. He can do the steps, but he doesn't understand how to let himself get swept away by the music.

The first time she asked Eliot, he laughed at her. Said there was no way he was going to spend his night off in some dusty ballroom when he could be at home relaxing. She'd shrugged it off, having anticipated his refusal, and had gone by herself, intending to find a partner when she got there.

Except when she showed up, she found Eliot dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, his hair pulled back in a pony tail, mumbling something about not wanting her to have to go without a partner.

The next time she asked, he complained about how slippery his shoes were and how handsy Mrs. Gunderson had been during the open dance, but he picked Sophie up at 6 and dropped her off at 10 and smiled most of the time between.

A week after that, she found a flyer for a foxtrot competition slipped under her door, with the note "I'm free on Saturday" scrawled across the bottom.

(They won.)

They go several times a month now. Hardison laughs when he finds out, but Eliot says it's good exercise. Parker is very excited about their trophy but loses interest when she finds out it's plastic. Nate comes to watch sometimes, because as much as he dislikes dancing himself, he appreciates the skill involved.

(Maybe he's picking up pointers. He'll never tell.)

[gilberttheboy]

Armand loved the 60s and 70s not for the clothes or the music, because it was when all the fucked up psychological experiments were happening and he thought they were neat

[deerdogs]

ignore my 82648837 different art styles i change brushes a lot. What’s up i missed him so bad Check tags for rambling and stuff

[shanzellqpage]

Did y'all know the dancers in Sinners weren't credited?

They gave us ancestral spirits, cultural memory, and cinematic history-and didn't get a single line in the credits. This isn't on Coogler or MBJ. This is an industry-wide issue. Dancers are not extras. They are the movement, the texture, the symbolism.

So @melanymovez via IG did the research & found out who they were, what they danced, and who they represented. From West African tradition to modern ballet, twerking, Memphis Jookin, Crip Walking and Chinese opera-they carried the emotional weight and historical heartbeat of the film.

(TIMESTAMP) 14:36 - Dancer Credits

[felassan]

What kind of spirit do you think Felassan waz?

Swag

[orangetintedglasses]

@forgivenpunishment // one taser might not do it, but what about...?

Holding off a wave of people was no small effort.

Keeping an army off the back of another person while throwing yourself in harm's way, regardless of your strength, was something noble. Something that deserved praise, recognition; the undertaker's efforts would not go unnoticed.

... unfortunately for him, though, it wasn't Vash that they wanted. It wasn't Vash that would be swarmed by fully-amped stun batons and tasers and more bodies trickling in, crowding the hall to prevent escape, or even basic movement that might've allowed him to get the upper hand as some old, croaking voice shrieked don't kill him! We need him alive, he's useless to us dead...!

That had been nearly an hour ago, now, though. Trivial. Shouts and crackles of electricity had been replaced by the din of machines; the hum of glaringly bright surgical lights; the slow, steady blip of a heart monitor keeping track of vitals as six men bustled around the surgical table that they'd strapped him to. They'd cut him out of his clothes to save time, as well; naked save for the various nodes and monitors they'd fastened to him, and a clean, white sheet over his hips that went down to mid-thigh.

Was that sparing his dignity, or theirs? It didn't really matter, did it. No, no, what mattered now was how the subject was feeling whenever he came to again--

[omegalerc]

Please tell me you've seen this my God he looks so ejsheushek

https://x.com/sweetyoua/status/1870892887975813429?t=CJ2OQk1SsGukvNUvC71Oiw&s=19

OFCCCCCCC I HAVE!! one of the most incriminating lifechanging charles gifs ever.. now i encourage everybody to click the link and fully take in this masterpiece, but let’s focus on and appreciate these two specific frames.

[rainfallwrites]

I get goosebumps every time I remember Rafal's speech to Nowak. The boy truly placed all his trust in meaning and inspiration that brings forth said meaning.

One will think of this as madness, as we saw Nowak claim, but to the boy, it had been the first time he felt the need to act on a certain matter.

I just get filled with so many strong emotions thinking about this. Rafal grew up as a homeless orphan until he found a way to live a better life, one he was good at maintaining too. The better his life was, the more touching his sacrifice is.

"You are living a good life so why would you throw that away?"

He had finally reached an answer and felt that it served a purpose that is even bigger than his own life, moved enough to give his life for that purpose, isn't that just insane to think about?

When people grow up in poverty and then begin to live a humble and comfortable life, in most cases, they will do everything to hold on to that but he gave it up for meaning.

His life was perfect and yet, he longed for meaning. I am going to crash out bro.

[fletcher-memorial-croak]

@the-muppet-joker

The madness...

[miyku]

[holtbys-left-eyebrow]

hey everyone, what were you doing when ovi broke the nhl all time goals record?

i’ll start: i was taking my morning shit on the toilet!

[mankillercalledbunny]

The future will not be a heavenly hacienda, but here on this bruised earth, in the face of an inevitable entropic ending, bodies will carry on (for the time being at least) the incomplete (uncompleteable) work of keeping entropy at bay. Such activity is neither to be condemned nor condoned: not here, not in the work. It is repetitive work—some of it delegated to tools, some of it carried out by human agents—and it is uneven, sometime monstrously catastrophic, in its effects. But it is all we have got.

Ben Highmore, "Memories of Catastrophes Yet to Come: New Brutalism and Thing-Memory" in Performing Memory in Art and Popular Culture (edited by Liedeke Plate, and Anneke Smelik)

I have never been knocked flat on my back by the close of an academic text like this one. Wow. Holy shit.

[sysig]

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Bonus:

The novel experience of being crushed by a giant rock, a visual metaphor