Hair by Self.
Hair by Self.
Max Weber on Social Revolution. 1909.
Sociologist, Max Weber, introduces the theory of rationalization as a distinct issue in the modern industrialized world. The theory of rationalization conceptualizes the idea that modern society must be governed through structure and organization to achieve maximum productivity. Rational calculation generally dominates modern societal ideals, and in turn influences individual’s ability to interpret reason. Weber explains, “The motivations for human action in society and in public affairs changes from values, emotion, and sympathy to rational calculation and efficiency.” Because humans are emotional beings, this shift raises question and concern. Does insistence on formal rationality turn us, the individual, towards irrationality? Ironically, when attempting to abide by rules and control, discernment begins to fade. Does rationalization cause several to reject valuable emotions, as well as sensations of freedom? Weber identifies interesting issues connected and produced by the relationship of rationalization and bureaucracy:
“This passion for bureaucracy … is enough to drive one to despair. It is as if in politics … we were deliberately to become men who need “order” and nothing but order, become nervous and cowardly if for one moment this order wavers, and helpless if they are torn away from their total incorporation in it. That the world should know no men but these: it is such an evolution that we are already caught up, and the great question is, therefore, not how we can promote and hasten it, but what can we oppose to this machinery in order to keep a portion of mankind free from this parcelling-out of the soul, from this supreme mastery of the bureaucratic way of life.”
It’s true, order is necessary to produce efficiency amongst organizations and institutions. However, the social structure’s implications of such refrains potential to fully embody their personal individuality. Weber mentions the “iron cage”, an analogy that recognizes the entrapment of individual in the social structure.
She.. is beyond the iron cage.
Music of the day
I dance in my bedroom. It’s ten fifteen a.m. in the morning. She dances in her bedroom in front of the curtain of her window. Gloom. I dance in my bedroom. I dance like you’ve never seen. Potential and abilities in the bedroom of She. I pointe my toes and reach. I lift myself up, then fall down down down to my knees. Chaine turns. Ballet terminology. My hair falls, I start to touch my skin. Porte de bras. Here I am. I arrive. I dance I’m free. Watch She. The Angels beam and watch me. I look in the mirror. There are the curves of She. Music, Movement, Breathe. I rediscover Me. Hello I am She. I ride the wind and clouds. Sexuality. It’s She’s June gloom. Connect the dots of Me. Sun dances with Moon in 6 days. 6 daze. Here is the start of six daze, then the rebirth of She. I dance in my bedroom. She shows me who I’m suppose to be. At 23 I was naive. 24 I’ll be naive. Young old soul, but forever I am She. Hello I am She. Please don’t forget me. Fingers to thighs, they rise. Fingers to stomach breast bone hair and Sky. I live this life. I dance in my bedroom, hands on knees. Hair is wild, like my heart and She. Chest to sky. 5,6,7… Ready? 1,2,3. I dance in my bedroom in front of the curtain of her window. I look in the mirror I dance for She. She responds and dances for me.
Music, Movement, breathe.
Hello I am She.
(Inspired by Orion’s Belt Sabrina Claudio)
She’s so cute. She worries for me.
No, really. I don’t understand your systemic process. She thinks I throw around the word oppressed. If only She knew there are tokens, even with this light brown skin I’ve never been a token. Tokenism. Colorism. I’m not a token. Look at me. When I’m upset I code switch my speech. I’m socially deviant, because I don’t understand your institutionalized systemic process. She doesn’t fit your categorical data or framework. Look at how you look at me with my hoop earrings, a hoodie, chucks, and Arizona green tea. Cultured. Language and rhetoric, please don’t pick and choose for She. Don’t pick and choose for We. One drop rule. Look at how you look at me. Stop oppressing us. Smoke herb, blessed weed. War on Drugs. Catch a vibe with me. Play good music. Only herb and green. Blue Dream. Stop the prohibition on Ganja, Weed. Dance. Community. Throw away cocaine, heroine, crack, pills, and whatever damages the liver or makes you mean. They don’t understand my marginalized culture, and She’s beliefs. They don’t understand because I’ve created Me. Hello, I am she. So they point the finger at me. Hello I am She. And, I’m socially deviant…but I don’t understand your systemic process. They don’t understand me either, a clash of dynamics, it’s socio political economics vs cultural background. Liberation. I’m here on Earth and I’m ‘Free’. I’m qualified. Don’t you see? I’m finally free, but they don’t understand She. I’m in the institution, institutionalized. I’m confused as to who they want She to be. I can’t mold me. I’m She. Dialogue and speech on the social structure. I Rupture. No place for She. Identity. fluid. I am fluid. Age. fluid. gender. fluid. sexual identity. fluid. feminine immersed with masculine. Racial identity. fluid. multiracial.Religion. God is Love, and God is fluid. I don’t understand relationships on Earth. There’s a systemic process between woman and man. Why are they scared to love free? I don’t understand your social norms. What is the taboo when you love more than two? She loves you and you. PassionateLove. What is love on Earth? Explain. I’m confused. Misidentified. No categorical box exists for She. No. none. not even if you research on me. They research us like species or animals at the lab or zoo. Intercultural interaction is unity. Rarely a test or hypothesis to witness what works best for who. Love one another, get a clue. Systemic process. You’re so conditioned, look at me. Now, look at you.
What’s so wrong with loving you? They need so many clues. Get on your knees, and humble your self for most High. Close your eyes, praise Jah for life. Understand the wave of love interwoven with light.
I told her,
Love is my systemic process.
An email from myself to myself of a picture of a donut I ate in 2011.
Krispy Kreme glaze donuts are life.
I’ll miss you.
Did you miss me?
I felt a…. void.
I love you
Bob Fosse. RIP 💘
“Director-choreographer Bob Fosse forever changed the way audiences around the world viewed dance on the stage and in the film industry in the late 20th century. Visionary, intense, and unbelievably driven, Fosse was an artist whose work was always provocative, entertaining, and quite unlike anything ever before seen. His dances were sexual, physically demanding of even the most highly trained dancers, full of joyous humor as well as bleak cynicism — works that addressed the full range of human emotions. Through his films he revolutionized the presentation of dance on screen and paved the way for a whole generation of film and video directors, showing dance through the camera lens as no one had done before, foreshadowing the rise of the MTV-era of music video dance.”
Love me when you’re ready, not lonely
I thought we were allowed to love whom ever. Congested She. I’m tender. You forgot about me. You always forget about my feelings and me. Now, I can’t address me as me. Hello, I am She.
I’m She the representation of broken woman, We.
I too mean nothing to a He.
I am She.
love who doesn’t love you back. I am She … that’s me, my heart bleeds. Care for someone who doesn’t care back. I am She. Strong, embarrassed of my weak. Weak little me, weak little me. How dare I let anyone do this to She part three million and three? Every He get away from She. Get away from me because you hurt me. Me. Me. So much so, I’m She, no longer Me. Hello, I am She. I hear the stories of He. More than one She. Not special like the He’s have made us out to be. Just another little She. I’m strong and I’m weak. Shame on He for playing with She. Shame on me for my naive. Love, it’s the creation of naive. They think I’m naive. But, I love respectfully. My lovin’ is nectar and sweet. Joy is contagious when you sit next to me. Smile for She. Look at that smile. You’re weak for She. Laugh for me. Look at those dimples. You’re weak for She. Come closer to She. Tease she. Tease She. I’m so naive. But I’m conscious when I love and speak. Love you til time becomes obsolete. I need a new muse, I’m incomplete. My art was much of you making She weak. I just want to be a piece, a piece of the reason for your happiness. What is love on Earth. I don’t know that.
Wrong on Earth for loving. I know that. I’m She. My love is wrong on Earth.
The unpublished poem from She.
You forgot to kiss me Goodbye.
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