(Some) Stuff I Read This Week

For some reason I decided to start using Twitter again — I suspect iPhone — and without any clear purpose thought to keep track of (some of) what I trawl through every day from the various news feeds I subscribe to. Certainly not a complete list… I wouldn’t even bore myself with that. (For those of you who like Twitter, I am here: francesdath)

Hannah Arendt And The Challenge Of Modernity: A Phenomenology Of Human Rights http://bit.ly/al0fTY

Publishing Bigotry: What Obligations Do We Have? http://bit.ly/ap8JfM

The Banksoniain #16 http://www.banksoniain.netfirms.com/banksoniain_16.pdf

From the Feuilletons (10/09/2010) http://www.signandsight.com/intodaysfeuilletons/2067.html

Insights From The Afghan Field http://www.currentintelligence.net/reviews/2010/9/6/insights-from-the-afghan-field.html

What Books on Afghanistan? http://easterncampaign.wordpress.com/2010/09/10/what-books-on-afghanistan/

Can we really say Wen is insincere? http://cmp.hku.hk/2010/09/10/7524/

You have failed us, Mr. Wen http://cmp.hku.hk/2010/09/09/7483/

William S. Burroughs’ Lost Graphic Novel Ah Pook Is Here Gets Exhumed http://bit.ly/99IVYd

Corruption in Afghanistan, Part DLXXII: Kabul Bank in Crisis http://bit.ly/bzJYzu

On Clean Energy, China Skirts Rules http://nyti.ms/crIV9P

If We Only Had Twelve Fingers http://cabinet-of-wonders.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-we-only-had-twelve-fingers.html

Obama: I mean it — tax the rich http://bit.ly/d8mJZR

China’s Other Billion: Mud Houses in China’s Powerhouse http://bit.ly/aghJ9U

Being Jewish in Shanghai http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2010/09/being-jewish-in-shanghai-photos/62574/

Racist patriarchy in Israel, updated http://leninology.blogspot.com/2010/09/racist-patriarchy-in-israel-updated.html

‘Livelihood Issues’ http://www.literaryreview.co.uk/mirsky_09_10.html

Shenzhen Special Economic Zone celebrates 30 years
http://www.danwei.org/front_page_of_the_day/shenzhen_special_economic_zone.php

Hungary: Heterosexual Pride March http://globalvoicesonline.org/2010/09/06/hungary-heterosexual-pride-march/

Thesis: That’s why they go to war http://www.antropologi.info/blog/anthropology/2010/war

Book review: Goodbye to London – Radical Art and Politics in the Seventies http://bit.ly/9fBkhH

Awesome death spiral of a bizarre star http://bit.ly/crFrQH

Readin: GYP. http://www.languagehat.com/archives/003982.php

Thoughts on Inner Mongolia (內蒙古回顧) http://www.portraitofanlbx.com/2010/09/thoughts-on-inner-mongolia-內蒙古回顧/

Hu’s Shenzhen speech: the numbers http://cmp.hku.hk/2010/09/06/7383/

Israel: “Rape by deception” turns out to be brutal rape of a vulnerable and abused woman http://bit.ly/9tYI9q

Assigning a gender to be appealed
http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/09/06/3004047.htm

Restrepo http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/cosmicvariance/2010/09/05/restrepo/

things to do at silverfuture this weekend

Because I haven’t been there for oh so too long, and I need a bit of queer drunkenness… and books too! Or maybe it’s just the cute pink dress and pigtails and scruffy facial hair?

queer leben – queer labeln?

Nach einer gelungenen Konferenz und einem haareraufenden Prozess der Herausgabe soll nun endlich das Buch “queer leben-queer labeln. (wissenschafts-)kritische kopfmassagen” begossen werden. We proudly present … eine schrille BookReleaseParty am 24.01.2009 mit Specials und Kopfmassagen. Dress up and enjoy!

Beginn: 20Uhr
DJ_anes: Kallerhand, radio gaga, Viola & LCavaliero

Herzliche pinkrriottcheers und bis Samstag! Judith, Juliette, Katrin, LCavaliero, roman*

queer leben – queer labeln?
(Wissenschafts-)kritische Kopfmassagen
200 Seiten, Paperback, 24.90€
Lest im: Inhaltsverzeichnis (PDF), Einleitung (PDF)
ISBN: 978-3-939348-14-6
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http://www.queerleben.de

— SilverFuture

transgender day of remembrance

For any queer trans* Berliners who read me, there is a meeting tomorrow night 6pm, at my favourite bar, Silverfuture, for the 2008 International Transgender Day of Remembrance to help organise the TDOR Demo in Berlin this Saturday at 2pm.

“The Transgender Day of Remembrance was set aside to memorialize those who were killed due to anti-transgender hatred or prejudice.”

köpenickenstr wagenburg

I’ll try and remember where I began. It was last night. Was I searching for something for someone? Was I searching for someone? I am with someone in Berlin who is not here, yet follows with me, my aimless trails, and leads me also, because… what do you say of a home you decided to leave? And then through another, newly discovering, find it again?

I have walked up a street towards a bar that leads to Kottbussertor U-bahn often enough, maybe three times, for it to bear the resemblance of known. Each time until today I missed entirely the gallery. I decided after ballet, and having some spare time, and deeply anxious about my dwindling savings, to do mostly walking and looking, anonymous, and from the studio explore a little Köpenickerstr, which I saw through the windows across the Spree, warming up to dance another day in the past. And from there up this street with the amusing-to-me name to the gallery. In the streets are wagenburgs and in the exhibition, a small history of wagenburgs in Berlin.

I had to retrace my steps as Schwarzer Kanal was over this street I must turn down, mmm… what to say of old buildings left as they were abandoned, made into homes with flowers in window boxes, a certain kind of detritus and wilderness that is distinctly a squat. Fences I can peek through and like a magic garden of giant mushrooms, old wagens, trucks, delivery vans, even perhaps ancient train carriages all cluster, a herd come together. Also though I feel embarrassed to peer into someone’s home like this, as much as it does instill a feeling of home in me.

Up the street with the funny name, I mean Adalbertstr over the damms, Engeldamm and, I forget the other, past on one side a quite beautiful and empty building of red brick and white windows, the small oval leaves bright greys and oranges on the soft oh-so-European green. On the other more wagenplatz, and a kinder, I forget again how to say, a childrens’ farm, an old, thin but perhaps not unhappy horse and sway-backed black donkey, another horse lying in the stable, all munching on straw, horse wanders over, takes a shit, wanders back.

I reach the exhibition, Wagenburg – Leben in Berlin at the Kreuzburg Museum up many flights of stairs, oh is something special. I will take Daniel to it when he returns, and perhaps buy the exhibition catalogue… One video was of Schwarzer Kanal, women talking about the place, location, tenuousness of its existence, the bicycle workshop, and one woman, short hair, maybe a leather jacket, I can see her in my thoughts but describing evades me, she says about addressing sexism, homophobia, transphobia, and I thought oh… maybe coming to Berlin to find somewhere I feel is home, hoping that there is difference in places enough to make livable, all these thoughts, it is the right decision.

Later, in the rain and darkness, I move to Schonhauserallee, look from the balcony at the city in night.

chuang tzu again…

About a week ago, a quote from Chuang Tzu turned up on The Useless Tree (another shortly after explaining just how useless the tree is). There are things I don’t want to write about here, that on occasion in the past I did, and short of starting another blog, I doubt at the moment I will even venture to explain why. Which doesn’t mean I don’t read and think and get angry and upset and…

So I was reading this quote, and in the past couple of weeks thinking about it when I read Burning Words, Cheerful Megalomaniac, Renegade Evolution, Monster’s Creed, nixwilliams, Questioning Transphobia, Sexual Ambiguities, Trans Group Blog, Whimsy with a twist, Whipping Girl, Ye Goblyn Queenne, Feministing, FemmEssay, Fetch me my axe, let them eat pro-sm feminist safe spaces, Uncool, Ami Angelwings’ Super Cute Rants of DOOOM XD, Dented Blue Mercedes, Ideologically Impure, The Corvid Diaries, TransGriot… and everyone who commented, who gets it, who gets being trans* and gets feminism and…

I was thinking about people I’d forgotten when I was reading Stone Butch Blues, thinking about one in particular, a tough Maori butch named Dutchess. She’d been a street kid, and… I wrote to Gala about her, “she was staunch and when she decided she was your friend she’d never throw you away, it took time to get to that though. And she’d stand up to anyone who showed her disrespect.”

Somehow in the last few weeks amidst everything that’s been written on these and other blogs, I’m reminded of her…

I don’t know what else to say so I’ll say nothing.

We’re cast into this human form, and it’s such  happiness. The human form knows change, but the ten thousand changes are utterly boundless. Who could calculate the joys they promise?

And so the sage wanders where nothing is hidden and everything is preserved. The sage calls dying a blessing and living long a blessing, calls beginnings a blessing and endings a blessing. We might make such a person our teacher, but there’s something the ten thousand things belong to, something all change depends upon – imagine making that your teacher. (87)

— Chuang Tzu

small adventures in the black canal

I keep hitting my head on this when I stand up, so I had to move the chair. mmm… comfortable chair, big and sinky, says, don’t leave, stay, forget your bed…

I am rather tired, caused mostly from doing technique class, profitraining that is, after some weeks of slobbery and, well ballet causes pain. I seem to sweat an awful lot here too. Oh also the bike I have a mobile, two-wheeled wobbling death-trap-machine with a seat like someone trying to insert a dildo sideways, oh yes, the bike also is responsible for soreness.

Which led me to some hours on the internet trying to find a bike workshop co-op like the Nunnery in Sydney or at CERES in Melbourne. Finally, and coincidently I found Schwarzer Kanal. Which led me to Les Lanterns Rouge, and much queerness, wherein earlier I’d been following Daniel’s rumour of a queer squat in Kastanienallee and so upon finding that stumbled into bikes and queerness.

Today was the afternoon for bikes and nervousness. And sleepy I wandered to the Bauwagenplatz near the canal on Michelkirchstr, finding a sign… “Queers and Rebel”, so you know, I guessed I was in the right place, but there was no doorbell, so I figured just to wander in, past an empty lot towards the brick kiln chimney bearing some holes and dents in one side, and through the wagens and trucks, carriages, painted and yes certainly looking like a squat. And so many bikes.

“Are you a tourist or do you live here?” “Umm… well, I just moved here…” Lots of women greasy hands working on bikes, and so I find a nice frame, metallic green and with some help get my own hands greasy, building a bike. It will take another half day, I think. First stripping stuff off the frame, then finding a wheel and… the bottom bracket needs some love (grease), girls and boys and… queers with bikes, smiles too.

Sleepy on the U-bahn coming home. Home is Schwelle7 in Wedding, central north from Prinzlauerberg, which I think will become in memory where I began to discover Berlin. a vast four-storey Fabrik mostly converted it seems to artists spaces, living in studios, here one whole floor is a performance, rehearsal, other, place for Felix Ruckert, whom in some way is responsible for me being in this city, after a chance conversation led to me spending a day reading his website early last year.

Tanz im August begins tomorrow night, perhaps I will be writing on what I see, or maybe stalk some dancers and choreographers at the sommer.bar.

Time now for essen.

saint uncle judith… jude… i mean judy

I’m not sure of the trail that led me to spending some of an afternoon reading interviews with Judith Butler, I mean I could go through the history in my www browsing and describe a literal path, but mmm… that was just the links I clicked or searched for, not what I was thinking. It was though a journey though, or maybe an inadvertent summarising of queer and feminism as it found itself in the early ’90s. Or really, the ’80s.

Most of this stuff I read after the fact, Catherine McKinnon and Andrea Dworkin possibly representing collectively the autocratic policing on desire, and the sexless, bitter dead-end of radical feminism, Mary Daly and Janice Raymond (among others) and a similarly hostile biologically-founded essentialism all-together signifying more than a decade wherein gender and desire were impossibly politicised. It reminds me of Cultural Revolution ‘speak bitterness’ campaigns, self-criticisms and being sent down to reform through labour for not being, in this case lesbian feminist or womyn-identified enough.

And so after the fact again, alway late I am, maybe off somewhere thinking too much and so I miss everything, I was handed Judith Butler, and fell into the giddy world of ’90s queer theory, identity politics, cultural theory mmm… fun reading. Diana Fuss, Eve Kosofsky Sedgewick, also writers I’ve yet to read, but whom I seem to have been influenced by via some osmosis, Kate Bornstein, Judith Halberstam, Matt Bernstein Sycamore, Leslie Feinburg, oh so much to read and soon. I feel I’m about to be seduced away from Central Asia by a bunch of queers.

I was reading some articles I’ve read about or absorbed quoted paragraphs from for years but never got around to, and mostly to do with the feminist-trans issue that is as hostile as it is boring. You can read about it elsewhere, other than to say the kind of feminist and queer and lesbian I like to hang out with thinks, in the words of Leslie Feinburg, “Who cares what anybody’s got between their legs?…”)

And Judith. “The Body You Want: Liz Kotz interviews Judith Butler,” Artforum 31, no. 3 (November 1992). I had a moment where I gasped in pleasure, after reading Undoing Gender and thinking so much of that was such a progression of ideas from Gender Trouble, and then here not two years after that was published, she talks about Hegel and desire and I thought, oh all that time you were thinking this… “And what I wrote on in Hegel was desire, and the relationship between desire and recognition, and whether desire was in some sense always a desire for recognition. And I think I’m still writing about that.” (Then I thought, “Oh… I have to re-read Gender Trouble and Bodies That Matter again.”

All though reading these papers today I was thinking how far we’ve come, though I suppose it has been nearly twenty years since Gender Trouble was published, and maybe 14 since I first read it. But something’s changed, in the last year or so, returning to all this writing that for a time seemed hopelessly contrived, over-simplistic, or just co-opted by a sanitised mainstream gay attitude or equally proscriptive queer politic, and it’s as if, oh being late again because I was off staring at clouds or day-dreaming of ponies in Afghanistan… it no longer feels so unrealistic or utopian.