"The House Made from 4,000 Video Cassettes and Two Tonnes of Jeans," Hannah Gould

"Berlin Duo Launch a Supermarket With No Packaging," Leah Borromeo

The only message I have to the world is: we are not allowed to kill innocent people. We are not allowed to be complicit in murder. We are not allowed to be silent while preparations for mass murder proceed in our name, with our money, secretly…. It’s terrible for me to live in a time where I have nothing to say to human beings except, ‘Stop killing.’ There are other beautiful things that I would love to be saying to people. There are other projects I could be very helpful at. And I can’t do them. I cannot. Because everything is in danger. Everything is up for grabs. Ours is a kind of primitive situation, even though we would call ourselves sophisticated. Our plight is very primitive from a Christian point of view. We are back where we started. Thou shalt not kill; we are not allowed to kill. Everything today comes down to that—everything.

Daniel Berrigan, SJ, court testimony during the trial of the Plowshares Eight, 1981

Joseph Spence, “Out on the Rolling Sea”

Beverage containers comprised the fastest growing component of solid waste by the mid-1970s. Between 1959 and 1972, while the quantity of beer and soft drinks consumed increased at 33 percent per capita, the number of containers consumed skyrocketed by 221 percent…by 1976 packaging, by solid weight, had become the single largest category of municipal waste, at 34 percent.

Heather Rogers, Gone Tomorrow: The Hidden Life of Garbage
39 x 26 watercolor painting of the moon by Stella Maria Baer.

39 x 26 watercolor painting of the moon by Stella Maria Baer.

"I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against A Sharp White Background: An Elegy," Morgan Parker

"The Strange & Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit," Michael Finkel

"As the evenings began to chill, he grew his beard to the ideal length—about an inch, long enough to insulate his face, short enough to prevent ice buildup. He intensified his thieving raids, stocking up on food and propane. The first snow usually came in November. Chris was always fearful about leaving a single boot print anywhere, which is impossible to avoid in a blanket of snow. And so for the next six months, until the spring thaw in April, Chris rarely strayed from his clearing in the woods."

"The freedom for western finance capital and for the vast transnational monopolies under its umbrella to continue stealing from the countries and people of Latin America, Africa, Asia and Polynesia is today protected by conventional and nuclear weapons. Imperialism, led by the USA, presents the struggling peoples of the earth and all those calling for peace, democracy .and socialism with the ultimatum: accept theft or death.

The oppressed and the exploited of the earth maintain their defiance: liberty from theft. But the biggest weapon wielded and actually daily unleashed by imperialism against that collective defiance is the cultural bomb. The effect of a cultural bomb is to annihilate a people’s belief in their names, in their languages, in their environment, in their heritage of struggle, in their unity, in their capacities and ultimately in themselves. It makes them see their past as one wasteland of non-achievement and it makes them want to distance themselves from that wasteland. It makes them want to identify with that which is furthest removed from themselves; for instance, with other peoples’ languages rather than their own. It makes them identify with that which is decadent and reactionary, all those forces which would stop their own springs of life. It even plants serious doubts about the moral rightness of struggle. Possibilities of triumph or victory are seen as remote, ridiculous dreams. The intended results are despair, despondency and a collective death-wish. Amidst this wasteland which it has created, imperialism presents itself as the cure and demands that the dependant sing hymns of praise with the constant refrain: ‘Theft is holy’. Indeed, this refrain sums up the new creed of the neo-colonial bourgeoisie in many ‘independent’ African states.”

-From Decolonising the Mind, Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o

"Lists of Cross-Dressing Soldiers," Patricia Lockwood

"Someone thought long and hard how to best
make my brother blend into the sand. He came
back and he was heaped up himself like a dune,
he was twice the size of me, his sight glittered
deeper in the family head, he hid among himself,
and slid, and stormed, and looked the same
as the next one, and was hot and gold and some-
where else.”

"Harvey Milk of San Fransisco," icon by Brother Robert Lentz, OFM.

"Harvey Milk of San Fransisco," icon by Brother Robert Lentz, OFM.

"Today is a Bright New Day," Tom Brosseau.

"On Privacy," C.D. Wright

On the phone he told his sister
He hung strips of a plastic bag from his bunk
And pretended he was in his boat
And his cellmate’s flushing, Arctic Ocean

"Christopher Michael-Martinez’s Father Gets It Right about Guns," Adam Gopnik

“Why did Chris die? Chris died because of craven, irresponsible politicians and the N.R.A.”

"Elegy for a Country's Seasons," Zadie Smith

"Oh, what have we done! It’s a biblical question, and we do not seem able to pull ourselves out of its familiar—essentially religious—cycle of shame, denial, and self-flagellation. This is why (I shall tell my granddaughter) the apocalyptic scenarios did not help—the terrible truth is that we had a profound, historical attraction to apocalypse. In the end, the only thing that could create the necessary traction in our minds was the intimate loss of the things we loved. Like when the seasons changed in our beloved little island, or when the lights went out on the fifteenth floor, or the day I went into an Italian garden in early July, with its owner, a woman in her eighties, and upon seeing the scorched yellow earth and withered roses, and hearing what only the really old people will confess—in all my years I’ve never seen anything like it—I found my mind finally beginning to turn from the elegiac what have we done to the practical what can we do?"