Tag Archives: identity

on space

“Where are we?  The collective mindscapes we both find and lose ourselves within seem to be rapidly mutating: the compressed ‘urban’ density of an increasingly globalized, networked, and overpopulated world; the twilight zones introduced by media saturation and the collapse of master narratives; the blurry boundary regions between identities, ethnicities, bodies, cultures; the virtual interdimensions of cyberspace.  These new social and psychic morphologies demand that we reimagine space itself.” – Erik Davis

“Fu-gee-la” by the Fugees

“Yo check it out; I want all the refugees out there to put up your muthafuckin hands.  You know you’re a fucking immigrant, put up your hands.  I’m-a start off this shit like this time around. ‘H’ to the ‘a’ to the ‘i’ to the ‘t,’ I live or die nuthin but the darkside.” – Fugees

“As opposed to portraying refugees as victims of or threats to national welfare, as is so often the case, the Fugees imagine refugees as heroic citizens who battle injustices from the borders of the nation state…” – Alexander Weheliye

on ‘me’

“We do have the right to resign if we choose. Provided we give the government back our cyborg shells and the memories they hold. Just as there are many parts needed to make a human a human there’s a remarkable number of things needed to make an individual what they are. A face to distinguish yourself from others. A voice you aren’t aware of yourself. The hand you see when you awaken. The memories of childhood, the feelings for the future. That’s not all. There’s the expanse of the data net my cyber-brain can access. All of that goes into making me what I am. Giving rise to a consciousness that I call ‘me.’ And simultaneously confining ‘me’ within set limits.” – Kusanagi, Ghost in the Shell

on “I am I Be”

“The self no longer amputates itself down to a single part but instead asserts that I is a crowd, that the human is a population of processes […] What used to be called alter-egos are now multi-egos, a crowd of synthetic subjects.” – Kodwo Eshun

Sounds go through the muscles
these abstract wordless movements
they start off cells that haven’t been touched before
. . . waking up slowly.
– Björk, “Headphones”