"Broke," Modest Mouse

Broke account so I broke a sweat
I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now
Broke your glasses, but it broke the ice
You said that I was an asshole and I paid the price

Broken hearts want broken necks
I've done some things that I want to forget but I can't
Broke my pace and ran out of time
Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime

Broke a promise 'cause my car broke down
Such a classic excuse it should be bronze by now
Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow
It's the end of the discussions that just go round and round

And round, and round, and round, and round
And round, and round it shouldn't have been anyway
No way, no way, that's right, that's right
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh no
It was like everything was evidence of broken

You're living on fancy wine
You'll drink that turpentine
You're starting conversations
You don't even know the topic

Songwriters
BROCK/JUDY/GREEN

John Carpenter's "Lost Themes"

http://www.sacredbonesrecords.com/collections/frontpage/products/sbr123-john-carpenter-lost-themes

agents of change

Again, the agents of change are, as I describe them, somewhat related to my idea of different proletarian positions. It means those people who are deprived of their substance, like ecological victims, psychological victims, and, especially, excluded victims of racism, and so on.
Demanding the Impossible, p. 102 (Polity, 2013)

sublime object

aerial photos of NYC, by Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

Photo credit: Vincent Laforet

The Post-Traumatic Subject

This is the age of "the post-traumatic subject." 

In a nutshell, the way a Lacanian avoids depression is to engage in an ethico-political project. 

What is an ethico-political project? 

It just means taking a risk for the sake of justice--like when we stand up for equality, against discrimination, etc. 

We take the side of the outcast. 

We occupy the position of the excluded ones (slum dwellers, minorities, etc.).

We put ourselves in the place of the placeless ones.

Viewed in this light, depression is a moral failure!

"Night on the Sun," Modest Mouse

So, turn off the light 'cause it's night on the sun
You're hopelessly hopeless
I hope so, for you
Freeze your blood and then stab it into in two
Stab your blood into me and blend
I eat my own blood and get filled up get filled up;
I get filled up on me and end so turn off the light
'cause it's night on the sun you're hopelessly hopeless
I hope so, for you
Turn off the light 'cause it's night on the sun
You're hopelessly hopeless
I hope so, for you
Freeze your blood and then stab it into in two
Stab your blood into me and end
I eat my own blood and get filled up get filled up
I get filled up on me and end
Freeze your blood and then stab it into me
Freeze your blood and then stab it into me
Freeze your blood and then stab it in two into me and blend
Turn off the light 'cause it's night on the sun
You're hopelessly hopeless
I hope so, for you
Well there's one thing to know about this town
It's five hundred miles underground; and that's alright
Well there's one thing to know about this globe
It's bound and it's willing to explode and that's alright
Well there's one thing to know about this town
Not a person doesn't want me underground
There's one thing to know about this town
It's five hundred miles underground; and that's ok
There's one thing to know about this earth
We're put here just to make more dirt; and that's ok
night on the sun...