Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
Modern History
Billy Butler
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Table of Contents
Necessary Theses for the Hypothetical Future
Andrew Beckner
Prisoners of Flesh and Metal
Oscar Del Toro
Primordialist Manifesto
Randall Sass
Exquisite Corpse
The Embryos
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Utopian Xe
Margarito Leon
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Utopian Garden
15, 16
Paige Sidway
Outside the Wall
Grace Bethel
17, 18
A Call to Color
Chance Rhome
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No 9
Josh Cane Pool
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Future of Surfing
Alex Smith
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Table of Contents
Anti-Capitalist Photography
Confession Booths
Alexandra Moskow
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Times Arrow
Masha Bluestein
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Dystopia, We
Nate Donato
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Eye a World
Nate Donato and Grace Ackles
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Blackout Poem
Monica Calsbeek
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Uniform of Excess
Monica Calsbeek and Hayley McClintock
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Anti-Capitalist Photography
Monica Calsbeek and Hayley McClintock
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Modern History
Billy Butler
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Unplugging Channel
Voicing Amalgam
Reviving Support
Perceive Appendage
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Blackout Poem
Monica Calsbeek
Out there on the ocean, removed from the consequential hour, you float
freely in an eternal, timeless, liminal spaceyoure neither here nor there,
liberated from the psychic restrictions that sever the day into digestible
componentsand for just a few moments, you feel more a part of time
then you ever did looking at the clock.
If the non-clock-looker is adamant about non-clock-looking, shell experience this floating sensation after just a few hoursthis is what she lives
forin fact, this escaping of organized time is life affirming, just as is the
acknowledgement of death.
All this (and how to effectively remove myself from the social sphere) is
what I learned for two weekends sans clock.
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Moriah Harden
The plumes of smoke rising through the air were always the
first thing I noticed when I walked out of classroom 15208. There were
hundreds of them feeding into the grey sky, resting like a bulbous mass of
poison above the smokestacks before finally beginning to convect with the
air currents, spreading out and at some point dissipating. The particular
moment when they did dissipate was impossible to decipher, however,
being that the shades of grey and black in the sky were all as good as
identical.
School grew more tiresome each day, and I was glad to finally be
on the decrepit concrete that led back home. The campus was way too
crowded, and the teachers were probably some of the most annoying
people he had ever met. They were lower class, just like their students, but
clearly bought out by the government. The curriculum for the past few
years had been secluded exclusively to almost pure history and science,
the versions of history and science that the people in power wanted us to
know. We were told that the stagnation of the past was bad even though
my parents had a happier childhood than me. We were told that scientific
progress was good even though there was now more poverty in the streets
than ever. We were told that the Transcendence Project for enhancing
human bodies with genetic and biometric engineering was going to usher is
into a new age of empowerment even though none but the rich would ever
be able to afford it. Luckily, my parents taught me better.
Normally, my friends were the only thing that brightened up the
suffocating murkiness of each day. Today, however, theyd be waiting at my
apartment for me to get there. I knew it was meant to be a surprise, but
when all your friends mysteriously disappear after the final bell on your
birthday, at least a couple of assumptions can be made. A small breeze
began to pick up, blowing dust and trash into my eyes. Coughing and
squinting, I peered down at my watch. 3:05. If I didnt run into any trouble
today, I could be home in another ten minutes.
Looking around, I didnt see any immediate reasons to worry. The
streets were full of other kids on their way back home from school, and
the high-rising apartments next to us didnt look like they had any chunks
of railing ready to break off their hinges and fall on someones head today.
Beyond the apartment complexes stretched the rest of the city, with the
buildings becoming taller and more luxurious the farther you looked out.
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Eye a World
The transhuman finally finished cleaning his coat and deigned to
look down at me. He had a thin, sallow face that didnt at all seem like it
fit in with the muscled build his exoskeleton gave him, and a mischievous
smile played on his lips. A large group of kids had gathered a few feet away,
watching the conversation play out with wide, alert eyes. Most of them, I
knew, were ready to run at a moments notice. My heart was now beating so
fast I could hear it inside my own head. When had I ever seen another kid
stand up to a transhuman? Probably never.
So dramatic, he said plaintively, laughing softly at his own words.
Such an exciting time to be living in, and you cant even appreciate it?
What a shame.
I made a motion to clench my fists, but I didnt realize they already
were, and only succeeded in driving my nails deeper into my flesh. I felt hot,
angry tears building up behind my eyes.
Shut up! Youre a prisoner to the government, and theyve got
you tricked. One day youll wake up and youll miss feeling the wind on
your real skin. And if one day you run out of money, good luck in paying
for the medicine you need to keep those machines inside you running.
Youll become a junkie and beg for drugs on the street so you can inject
yourself full of holes. And after that, when you cant even control your own
body, theyll have you all to themselves. Ive done my research. They know
when your trascendent limbs are malfunctioning and they wont be scared
to infect you with a virus to control you and ship you off to their private
army of robots. Youre nothing but a prisoner, I said, my mind racing to
remember more of my parents diatribes on the matter.
The man looked at me for a few moments with an interested
expression, cocking his head to one side as a dog does when it hears its
name being called from afar. Then, he took a few steps closer until he was
directly in front of me, his head towering almost a full foot above mine. I
glared back at him, my stare unwavering despite my fear.
He moved his head closer to mine and whispered in my ear,
Youre scared, kid. I know. I can smell it. Quite literally, in fact. Youre
letting off pheromones that give it entirely away. And if I wanted to, I
could release some myself to convince you to turn around and run home to
the starving mommy and daddy who provided your research. I think you
deserve a bit of something more interesting though, dont you?
Before I could react in any form, he grabbed my arm and jumped
high into the air on his robotic legs, so high that we rose all the way to the
roof of the apartment complexes. He landed here with a hard thud and
began to drag me towards the edge of the roof. I struggled as violently
Dystopia, We
Nate Donato
My future is your nightmare:
tearing out my hair playing air guitar
screaming ballads about N O T H I N G
in a bombed out parking lot.
Somewhere between dumpster sandwiches
and bong rips I found a metal washer
that fits my transistor radio perfectly,
and fixed it by myself. So fuck your shit.
This is a poem about _________
fight your friends, crying encouraged;
youll find new ones passed through
chain link fences (and on the internet
you can get anything these days).
Primordialist Manifesto
(An Unmanifesto for non-Primordialists)
Randall Sass
Primordialists dont know they are primordialists
feel everything without knowing a thing
claim no predecessors but revel in Holy knowledge
of Tantric Copulative Auspices over everything.
Primordialists claim no membership to organizations yet permeate
every organization and disorganization uniformly
Primordialists hail idiot savants, drug addicts, lunatics, and
grocery shopping wasp women as saints while secretly
speaking their own name?
Primordialists are naturally freakish and freakishly natural
pray to every god except yours
plan nothing
and know that Nothing plans everything
Primordialists disavow all vows
especially this one
Primordialists are drunk on air, besotted by sobriety,
Cosmically elated
Primordialists are most sober zonked out on weird drugs,
strange decoctions, psychedelic botanica, ancient elixirs,
And bardic tinctures
Primordialists dream galaxies into goblets and goldstorms
Into thimbles
Primordialists dont care about manifestos
So they die for them at every chance whilst laughing
maniacally
Primordialists talk to entertain you
Saving their most important messages for silence
Primordialists know the Buddha nature is in poo poo and pee pee
but,
also that its in you too
Primordialists have many mommies and daddies
that make love to them
Primordialists have gurus in the pumping heart, whirring brain,
singing voice,
Enflamed loins, and dancing body
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Times Arrow
Masha Bluestein
Exquisite Corpse
The Embryos
Confession Booths
Alexandra Moskow
The Visionaries
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Children of Time
Stefanie Winton
Primarily derived from extracted texts from the
Dispossessed, along with lecture notes and other
readings that have sliced, diced and reassembled.
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isolating myself on the outside of the perimeter of the break as I let them
all get whatever waves they desired until it was my turn, in which I had to
make an aggressive display to concretely show that I deserved this particular
wave. I didnt get kicked out because my demeanor showed humility,
confidence, and I gave much more than I took because I lacked the history
of the human economy they shared. Furthermore, while my ability was
lesser, I still made considerable use of the energy of the waves. This was
a good day, and there have been other days where I was not as lucky, got
frustrated, and did not play by the rules as I should have and suffered the
consequences. The element of luck is something that evens the playing field
where sometimes surfers on the bottom of the hierarchy might happen to
be in the best place for the wave of the day. While surfers at the top of the
hierarchy might see this great wave to be wasted on a kook, I think we
should all be stoked for whoever it is having perhaps the ride of their life;
take away the jealousy and insert appreciation.
Moving away from surfing politics, it is important to understand
the addicting supernatural feelings that surfing provides. While I cant put
the feeling of getting barreled into words, I can say that surfing has given
me many moments of my life that I will never forget. Theres something
to the good feelings one gets at the beach coupled with anticipation of
perhaps making a new unforgettable memory. Nonetheless, the reality
of surfing is many days of poor conditions and crowed lineups, in which
having a remote control surfer could be more entertaining that hopping
into the water. With reference to The Dispossessed, it seemed that
Shevek had the highest appreciation for food after starving on the trains.
Good waves are also a scarce resource, and the fact that they are a select
few is a function of what makes surfing so fun. With reference to the
Benjamin notion of temporality, there is no continuum as surfers are
utterly dependent on the randomness of mother nature. It is a constant
goal to make patterns out of the randomness, but sometimes constructed
ideologies backfire. For example, Ive had sessions of waiting a half hour
for one wave to come based on my logic in reading a certain swell, tinged
with uncontrollable optimism, and have had to paddle in without the
desired end state.
Surfing in Santa Cruz seems to be close to a Utopian vision. We
have a system to share limited resources, and waves range in quality to fit
the range in surfers ability, which means that everyone has a chance of
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Hopeful Despair
Monica Calsbeek
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Utopia Xe
Margarito Leon
Marg,
he,
him,
his,
Masculine pronouns are how I am referred to, all the men get
treated like royalty, the job we want is ours for the taking, the pay is high,
and the food is served, by the opposite sex of course, so why wouldnt you
want to be born a male. I mean, females, she, her, and hers, maintain the
men, they cook, they clean, and take care of the offspring, and as a payment
she can live with him.
Nothing is wrong with being a woman, I mean you dont have
societies pressure on your shoulders to not show any form of femininity. I
understand females also have societys pressure, to look a certain way and
possess many qualities. But hey, at least when you break a stereotype of
women cant be strong, they cant lead companies to riches, or even
being able to vote because when broken, women are seen to have some sort
of upgrade in their life and not a downgrade like when a man bends his
knee when he stands in place because only girls do that.
Who wouldnt want be born a male? That is until I discovered a
new place. A utopia you might call it, its rules are contradicting, I dont
know how the economy works just quite yet, or if people even die. I heard
from a man once that those who worry not about gender representation
stay wrinkle free at age 100 because gender is not applied to either she or
he. Who could of thought that being free to express yourself is the key to
eternal youth. The streets are painted in every color because blue and pink
arent the only colors we can like and yet there is symmetry to the painting
of this place and its adds extra beauty.
At first you will notice xe sits and brushes xyr hairy feet as ze paints
zir fingernails next to them. Zir favorite color to use has a slight glow of a
neon pink with the texture of a purple spiral galaxy from outer space. You
might wonder why xyr doesnt shave or how did zir find such a queer color.
Isnt xyr embarrassed that someone might judge them for that? I tell you,
they would just stand right up and shake their arm at you exposing their
armpit hair.
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Somedays it seems that nobody works in Santa Cruz. There
must have been hundreds of sick days used on this particular Thursday
morning around 9am. The first south swell of the season ignited a favorable
section of coastline that became occupied by over 70 wave thirsty Santa
Cruzans. While one part of the rocky point looked particularly fun with
some guys getting barreled and punting airs, the dense pack of 20 looked
impenetrable. so I surfed elsewhere.
Theres an unspoken hierarchy in surfing due to the fact that waves
are a limited resource to only be ridden by a single surfer. The event of
an individual surfing a wave depends on luck in addition to this political
hierarchy. A surfers position in the lineup is based upon: their ability, how
familiar they are to the other surfers, the wave quality, who else is in the
lineup, the individuals demeanor, and their knowledge of the rules. The
components of this hierarchy regarding the relationship one surfer has to
the others can be synthesized into an understanding of the human economy
that takes place in lineups. Many surfers in Santa Cruz have surfed together
for decades and have had the opportunity to exchange favors (waves) with
their close friends. This is why I believe there is resentment towards UCSC
students in the water. Locals know that Slugs are only around for a few
years, so they lack the history of participating in the human economy and
they will not contribute to the exchanging favors for long. Furthermore,
a UCSC student might show up with four friends (extra people taking
a limited resource) and could have unpleasant demeanors. Also, some
students might be on the beginner end of the ability spectrum while many
locals rank among pros. As a Slug, I have adopted a methodology to try
integrating myself into the local human economy, which can be exemplified
by the following experience.
Recently, I surfed a more secretive spot that requires a 15 minute
paddle to access. The surf break is a hidden gem, which has implications
insofar as higher quality waves make hierarchies more present insofar as
better surfers can do greater maneuvers, and everyone trecked a bit and is
hoping for less people out. Because there were eight guys out that all knew
each other and were absolutely killing it, I put myself at the bottom of the
totem pole. I followed the set of rules corresponding to this situation by
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Thats the thing though, why should they. Here, they can have as
much hair as desired and still lead a progressive company. Everyone wears
genderless clothes, they look similar to your dresses, pants, and bedtime
wear except..... It does not require genetelia to tell you what you can and
cant wear. Why does it affect the way you present yourself ? Go ahead wear
makeup , become a good cook, or show your emotions because here.....
genetelia is not your gender nor sexuality, they are all separate. Dont allow
it to limit as to how happy you can be........... feel free to express what you
can do, can wear, or can say. True freedom of expression.
Everyone works together, there is no need to compete to see
which gender is greater. No one is hurt by being misgendered because the
words to do so do not exist. Thats why some might call it a utopia. But you
see........
...........
.........
I identify as Mexican, my mother tongue does not allow for me
to speak in such a neutral way. My actions are gendered, adjectives change
for the binary, and even everyday objects are gendered which caused the
destruction of my own utopia.
Its okay, once we get rid of gender, peace can be restored.
Try it out, some people already have no gender. If you ask
someone what their pronouns are you might be surprised with some of the
responses.
Marg,
They
Them
Themselves.
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Utopian Garden
No. 9
Paige Sidway
The sun shone on the green fauna, creating an aura of densely
bright light harboring the life-energy of the community. The community
consisted of the entire life-cycle; the plants, the animals, the land, and the
humans which lived among them. Children and adults alike wandered the
tall green and brown stalks, picking off the ripened fruits and vegetables.
Some would be handed to others to plants their seeds, using the whole
womb to plant, so that the seed might have the natural nutrients needed to
grow into a strong life with the help and gentle care of humans. One youth
picked an avocado and felt it was one to be birthed. Ze buried the dark
green bulb in the womb of the earth, thinking about the nutrients of the
community that helped em grow just as the avocados nutrients helped the
seedling. The oleic acid at the center was replaced with teachers; those who
used their patience to help their peers of all ages digest and comprehend
new knowledges. The antioxidants held in the dark green outer curvature
were the honest centers instilled by the community over time which allow
one to decipher harmful ways of thinking and acting in a manner that is
out of tune with equality and respect. The omega-3s are the mark of caring
left behind by the community and imbedded on each creatures heart. The
vitamin E transformed into the vigor and passion for life and community
that is passed on to each member. Ze poured water on the freshly turned
earth and walked back toward the ripened fruits to be picked.
Birds chirped as they flitted from one branch to another, choosing
brittle twigs to reuse and renew life in through making strong nests. As the
birds flew, seeds from each branch would fall, and if the land permitted
it, the seed would grow on its own. These seedlings were called Wonder
Seedlings, in tribute to the awe inspiring perseverance of all aspects of
nature when in unison. These Wonder Seedlings were to be taken care of
by any human who saw it needed care. Often youths would choose one to
care for and would harvest what the plant gave to them, which they would
them take back to the community center and use it to prepare a portion of
the meal, which was given to humans and animals alike, with all that was
left over being added to the compost which would then feed the next era
of plants. The compost was also fed to the soft grass underfoot and the
lavender and sourgrass coloring the open spaces around the community
center. Each and every aspect of the community, the life-cycle, bore the
mark of caring. No voice is silenced. No creature not respected. No life not
cared for.
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A Call to Color
Chance Rhome
Color inside the lines
Let them show you how to draw.
Let them tell you what beauty means.
Watch as they show you what number pencil to use,
and sit back as they guide your hand ever so firmly across the paper.
Stay inside the lines.
We Planted a Garden
Paige Sidway
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