Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Considering Anarchism and Analyzing it.



      People often associate Anarchism with chaos, deception, and cruelty. In America it is seen as the betrayal of the government, and traditional society often believes that it goes against everything we stand for. What many fail to realize is that, Anarchism is not only the fight to be independent but the fight to sustain independence and build a new. Anarchists are those who encourage the ignorant to stop living a false sense of reality, and to educate themselves on moral philosophy. Emma Goldman’s Essay, Anarchism: What It Really Stands For, challenges the very fabric of Anarchism’s roots.

            Emma Goldman begins by establishing the fact that people against Anarchism base their reasoning for the opposition off of the idea that it is a charming concept but unrealistic, when, in fact, Anarchism is substantially the most realistic of all principles. She writes: “…Anarchism is indeed practical. More than any other idea, it is helping to do away with the wrong and foolish; more than any idea, it is building and sustaining new life. The emotions of the ignorant man are continuously kept at a pitch by the most blood-curdling stories about Anarchism” (2). This passage is showing that in order to keep us conformed and obedient, the government as well as modern society, will feed us with the notion that Anarchy is malevolent when in reality it only questions the injustice Americans face on a daily basis. Most of us work 9 am to 5 pm and 5 pm to 9 am yet we still struggle to make it in life and attempt to live under the pretenses that someday our lives will get better while one percent of the nation hoards a huge portion of the money. Anarchism is not evil, it gets rid of the evil and is the debate between ignorance and intelligence.
            It requires less mental effort to disapprove a certain aspect than to think about it and consider the possibilities. Goldman goes on to say: “The widespread mental indolence, so prevalent in society, proves this to be only too true. Rather than to go to the bottom of any given idea, to examine into its origin and meaning, most people will either condemn it altogether, or rely on some superficial or prejudicial definition of non-essentials” (2). She is saying that Americans would rather dismiss the idea that Anarchism is beneficial to society than to actually look into the idea of it. As humans we need an explanation for everything that goes on in or surrounding the world so we would rather lie to ourselves instead of deal with this uncertainty. We have been conditioned to believe that man is nothing when in reality man is the only one who can make a change and we must come to understand that knowledge is power. Goldman believes that we should stop focusing on trivial distractions, wake up, and become our own people without centralization. We need to view Anarchism from every angle and perspective instead of ruling it off as a vindictive theory. Being that people, in general, need an explanation for life’s tremendous mysteries, they become comfortable with lies. Goldman goes so far as to bring religion into the discussion:

"The explanation of the storm raging within the individual, and between him and his surroundings, is not far to seek. The primitive man, unable to understand his being, much less the unity of all life, felt himself absolutely dependent on blind, hidden forces ever ready to mock and taunt him. Out of that attitude grew the religious concepts of man as a mere speck of dust dependent on superior powers on high, who can only be appeased by complete surrender. All the early sagas rest on that idea, which continues to be Leitmotiv of the biblical tales dealing with the relation of man to God, to the State, to society. Again and again the same motif, man is nothing, the powers are everything. Thus Jehovah would endure man on condition of complete surrender. Man can have all the glories of the earth, but he must not become conscious of himself. The State, society, and moral laws all sing the same refrain: Man can have all the glories of the earth but he must not become conscious of himself" (3).

This excerpt serves as a representation of Goldman’s thesis. She is merely stating that religion has conditioned many of us to believe that man is nothing and in constantly repeating it we view it as normal to see ourselves as lesser beings. We began to repeat the mantra that we are nothing and eventually see every person with authority as higher powers running our system when we are the heart of society (Goldman 3) and it is traditional society that is corrupting us. Goldman’s belief is that the reason we are afraid to stand up for ourselves, and eventually overthrow the government, is because man-made ideas and oppositions of Anarchism forces us to conform. When we began to realize our true selves, awaken, and see certain aspects for what they truly are is when we become intelligent and can comprehend that Anarchism is not evil; and that is what Emma Goldman wants.
            Furthermore, we live with the concept that wealth is everything and the desire to increase it rules our lives. We live with the illusion that we control our lives, and we do not. Anarchism breaks mental laziness and its main goal is to reveal hidden power within an individual, Goldman challenges authority in various ways with the confidence that religion, property and government is stopping man from being free and thinking for himself. She says, “But what are normal demands to an abnormal institution? The only demand that property recognizes is its own gluttonous appetite for greater wealth, because wealth means power; the power to subdue, to crush, to exploit, the power to enslave, to outrage, to degrade…what avail is all her wealth, if the individuals comprising the nation are wretchedly poor?” (4). Goldman is trying to say that wealth has most of us in its greedy grasp and it is used as a means to control us and get us to submit. It should not matter if the government has kings, queens, or a single ruler, its sole purpose is to control the individual. We are flocks of sheep living in a false reality, trying to increase our wealth while working in a mechanical, robot-like, state. She acknowledges this injustice and the inequality of man in American society by stating: “In a society where those who always work never have anything, while those who never work enjoy everything, solidarity of interests is non-existent; hence social harmony is but a myth” (6). Order through the surrender of the individual is not acceptable but that is the only way the government can control their citizens.
Goldman also challenges authority by bringing forth an extensive amount of information pertaining to crime, and the fact that because we are often working jobs that we hate, that is the culprit behind our resentment. She explains that crime happens because human energy is being channeled into doing mundane activities we hate on a daily basis and presents the understanding that, “Crime is naught but misdirected energy. So long as every institution of today, economic, political, social, and moral, conspires to misdirect human energy into wrong channels; so long as most people are out of place doing the things they hate to do, living a life they loathe to live, crime will be inevitable…” (6). This section shows that Goldman’s main idea is that in order to sustain a healthy life for Americans the government must go. The government is not human nature nor is it natural law even though it likes to seem as though it is. We have seen, on countless occasions, animals in cages and how their development completely changes yet, we allow ourselves to continue living in captivity. Although many people view Anarchism as repulsive and associate it with sin and destruction, Goldman’s understanding of it is that it is the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion, property, and the restraint of government (Goldman 7). It is the fight against the hindering of mankind as a whole and one must be small minded in order to conform and submit to an oppressive government. Goldman ends her writing in discussing the fact that if we did not have resistance or Anarchism then we would still have slavery, and we would still have a king and queen ruling over us. If people went about taking a stand by begging or trying to make compromises then change would have never happened. 



                                                  Works Cited

Goldman, Emma. Anarchism and Other Essays: Anarchism: What It Really Stands For. California: University of California Regents, 2002.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

College life: Ramen, Meaningless Rants, Netflix, Nudes, Callouses, and Wanderlust

So I've noticed how I haven't blogged for almost a month and to all who actually read my blogs, I apologize. I always pictured myself balancing a job, school, and music but I never really thought I would actually get around to doing it. It seems like I have so much to say but no motivation to actually get the words out of my mouth or in a blog. College has been so good to me (so far), and as a firm believer in karma that means that I have been good to it as well.


MEANINGLESS RANT (warning - This is off topic): I was writing an online journal entry the other day about social media and its effect on society when I noticed, 'facebook' had a red error line underneath it. I went to right click and the options given to replace it were: 'Facebook', 'face book', and 'face-book'. I then thought to myself, we live in a world where 'facebook' auto corrects to 'Facebook' when we text and when we type, the computer gives us the suggestion to change it. Now i'm not saying we shouldn't capitalize it (thankfully twitter doesn't need to be capitalized) but, the word Facebook has become so significant and such a social norm in our daily lives that technology suggests we make it important. **END**

So far my life has revolved around music, movie dates, hypnotists, jazz (Charles Mingus), homework, new friends, reggae, and fun. Never really got into reggae music or jazz but you'd be surprised at how fast college can change a person. There will be a lot of night time adventures and reminiscing about the past. Yesterday was my first Concert Band rehearsal and I felt completely lost. As a cellist (of 4 years now) and previous marching band member, I completely suck at percussion and keeping a beat. My callouses are starting to come back from going on vacation during the summer and my fingers have been so sore and numb (Yes, I am blaming my callouses for me sucking at bass drum). I miss when things were simple and waking up in the morning required sticking to a schedule. It's sad to say but I miss High School and being a part of the system. It's pretty ironic seeing as how I'm all about the resistance, bringing down the system and how the fall of the human race is inevitable, but I kind of miss being told what to do. 


As I get older there are three things I have learned that I'll probably never forget: 
1. Never take things personal.
2. Storming away angrily with  a cello on your back is no fun.
3. What sounds better than one cello? Two.

Update of life so far:



Hypnotist from America's Got Talent. Mind=BLOWN.

where hangs happen
Invented College cocoa a.k.a. Diabetes in a mug 


The Apollo fountain - Only gets turned on at Freshman Orientation and Graduation

Proud lion sweats! ft. sausage fingers

My year got a little better once the doctors showed up 

Outside of st. Joseph's Hall


First time taking the GCU Van to Target, thought i'd share this insignificant moment


New friends, night time adventures

lonely walks off campus to do what I do best (I was going to cello lessons)

So glad I brought a canvas and acrylics with me, art relieves stress






I may or may not have a recital coming up in November

Glow in the dark mini golf!


Got a job as a music assistant. What did I get myself into?

Again, music assistant? 4 am naps are totes in my future.

Green house!

Plants on plants on plants!






The moment you've all been waiting for, NUDES! YAY. The only picture I took during my first time at the Freehold mall.






Thursday, August 28, 2014

Life isn't always one big Line of succession

   One thing I learned and highly emphasize, is the fact that, If you have legs, Take the stairs. The elevator is a metaphor for life and how it will not wait for you. It will move on and because you were too lazy to take the stairs, you will probably wait until it comes back down. Don't wait around to take chances, do what you want to do.
 
   College is what you make it, take risks but stay focused. I'm not much of a religious person, except for the fact that I am studying into Buddhism, but titles are kind of a big thing. They're a big thing to me because you have worked for them, it was not a birth right nor handed to you (setting aside the whole King, Queen, Prince, Princess, heir to the throne crap). Especially as a manager, principal, dean--or in this case a Reverend. My College (yes, it's my college! huzzah! I have claimed it!) is Catholic, so there are a great amount of nuns and reverends. Although (to reiterate), I am not up to par with religion, I have respect and compassion for those that are religious and have religious titles. Today, I called a Reverend 'Professor' three times and the only thing he did was smile and tend to my needs (signing the slip that would grant me my music minor). Of course, I was unaware that he was a Priest/Reverend (are they the same thing?) but I still would have liked for him to correct me because titles are important (err--after today's lesson not so much anymore).
   I then remembered a documentary I saw on Netflix titled, "Ten Questions for the Dalai Lama" by film maker Rick Ray. This guy could only ask the Dalai Lama ten questions and they had to be legit or worthy of his answers, and within the documentary it was displayed that the Dalai Lama doesn't care about his title, he doesn't care to be worshiped, and he sees himself as a normal human being. The Dalai Lama respects those that choose to worship him and have festivals in his honor but it isn't imperative to do so. Back to the Reverend situation: When I became aware of his title, about 10 minutes after I left his presence, I wondered why he hadn't corrected me. I figured out that maybe titles aren't everything, they don't make you who you are they just identify how you're known to society/the world and based upon your title, people have a general sense of your skills and what you're capable of (titles aren't the real you). The Reverend had (A LOT) of patience with me. He understood that he knew what his title was and it didn't matter if no one else (especially a clueless stranger) knew. When you know who you are, it's okay if no one else does. Life is about patience, it goes by so fast its essential that you get out and make things happen. If you just sit back and enjoy the ride, when the time comes to get off, it'll be a familiarity so much so that you'll want to get right back on.

   On another note (not really) I picked a tiny--and very adorable-- flower and I wondered if I did the right thing. I could have just taken a mental picture of it and went on about my day. It made me think back to the balloons I let go, how nothing is permanent, and the certainty that humans have this intense need to possess. We are extremely brisk at calling things or people "Mine" when, in fact, we can not own one another and we shouldn't hold such intangible items so near and dear to our hearts. The appearance of a poor man's grave may be just a patch of dirt and a rich man's may be decorated with the finest of jewels but, when the holes were dug, they were both six feet deep.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Chocolate isn't as good when you buy it for yourself.

   Recently, I unintentionally let a few balloons go. The instant they slipped from my grasp I panicked but remembered, that nothing was permanent. If I had taken the balloons home they would've deflated someday, maybe it was best that I didn't get the chance to. Although, I've never been a religious person, I believe that most things happen for a reason. It is now two days after my graduation/going away party and I am a complete wreck. 
1. The party made me realize that I am, and probably will always be, a huge dork--who has a Darth Vader candle laying around their house? Why aren't cute candles a thing in pop culture yet? 'Risk' The Lord of The Rings edition was pulled out and I felt like going Gollum on everyone. 
2. It is not always a great idea to 'taste the rainbow' 
3. Chocolate isn't as good when you buy it for yourself. 

My precious.

It did not taste like skittles or sunshine.
I bought myself some chocolate after the party, as a treat from me to me. (because I am, in fact, awesome) I can't explain how I felt, but I cried and slept. In a world so crowded and way over populated, it's amazing how a person can feel so alone.

I leave for fall semester this Thursday and my thoughts on the situation are non-existent. It's scary. I'm scared. I haven't even started packing, it's overwhelming.

On a brighter note: I made a bucket list, along with a jar labeled wanderlust. I'll make a post about it soon. Maybe.




Thursday, August 14, 2014

I was clearly not destined to be a mathematician.

   Eighteen used to seem so far away at age eight. I always wondered what kind of person I would be, and what kind of goals I would achieve. I'd have to say, I'm pretty damn amazed. I don't think we give ourselves enough credit, we are constantly waging wars within ourselves and fighting battles that strive for perfection.

   Lately, I have had an immense desire to volunteer and get involved with my community and I think it is because I am beginning to lose hope for it. Being away for a while helped me miss the trash-scented air, the garbage filled streets, the broken swing sets and the lingering people. It made me realize that New Brunswick is a hole--not a shit-hole but a hole. Those that leave, never really leave in the first place.

 I had the opportunity to volunteer at the 4-H County Fair, and it was an amazing experience. 
It ended with a random candid of a very random (adorable) family:
Candy Land and a fantasy world.

   From being horrible at calculating change to give back to customers, to taking a 40 minute Rita's break I started to question myself in regards to my purpose here on Mother Earth (because, even though AP Calculus consumed most of my senior year of high school, I was clearly not destined to be a mathematician). Leaving New Brunswick and coming back after so long (even if it was only 5 weeks) gave me a sense of stability. I felt as though, I had been reunited with my soulmate. How could a community, not very loving, make me feel so whole? It was weird and scifi-ish. I went downtown to explore my city I had missed so much and I had an epiphany--This is a fantasy world.

It's hard for me to express New Brunswick as a whole (or a hole without sounding unappreciative), so I wrote a poem and I read it to an audience of Georgian Court University at the EOF's mandatory talent show. Trembling to my core, I nervously said:

The Unflawed Blackhole Knows What It Has Done (An Ode to New Brunswick, NJ):
By: Shaylah Jackson

There's a place in the sea where the creatures that roam never sleep, where the food is so nonexistent you can never eat. You fall right instead of down, there is noise but not a sound. All who enter understand that once you're in, it is your land. For there is no exit nor futuristic Great Escape, we are the broken ones, the misguided and self afflicted. This is the broken city, the daily departed often left spinning...Trying to find a place to go, not acknowledging the fact that there is no hope...No aspiration. Education, some...few live life on the run. Redundant journeys fill the planes, attentive yet sustained. For this place...It has no name...those who leave, never quite left in the first place.

Okay, maybe I over exaggerated a teensy bit, I have to admit I kind of sound like an emo adolescent in all her glory, but most of what I jotted down in the poem was accurate. I couldn't explain this to the crowd, I didn't even force out the meaning. All I wanted was for them to hear it, hear me, hear New Brunswick, and the ones that graduated 10 years ago but ended up coming back because they wanted a safe haven. It's ironic because in a sense, New Brunswick is a safe haven for those that grew up here, even though the streets are bloodstained and to mourn is a common emotion. They weren't from New Brunswick so I knew they wouldn't understand. 

As long as the skies are blue.
   Even though my purpose isn't to be the next Einstein or Galileo, and I am stuck between Mahayana and Zen Buddhism, I know I have one.





Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Photo shoot for Memorial day :)

Models:
Angy Diaz
Manny Michaca Vivar

Dslr: FUJIFILM - FinePix S4850

Scene/Background: Johnson's Park NJ


These Photos are only candids, I seriously need a better camera.












Book worming ❁ (What's on my list)

  • An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
  • Easy by Tammara Webber
  • Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
  • Horns by Joe Hill
  • It's Kind of A Funny Story by Ned Vizzini
  • Red Rising by Pierce Brown
  • The Fault in Our Stars by John Green