thinking about how in why we build the wall from hadestown, the workers under influence, or rather as extensions of hades, one hive mind lost of individuality, sing about how the wall that they’re building keeps out the enemy (poverty) because the enemy is after their work.
“The enemy is poverty, and the wall keeps out the enemy.”
the work in question however, is the building of the wall.
“What do we have that they should want? We have a wall to work upon. We have work and they have none.”
now, hades says it himself:
“And our work is never done, my children, my children.”
and that’s what capitalism does, or rather, is. it’s a vicious cycle that relies on the fear of poverty, poverty created by capitalism itself, to keep functioning. it thrives on exclusion and fear mongering. and that’s why, in hadestown, what sets the riot in motion is love, expressed through song. if capitalism blooms when watered by hatred of anything other, anything that is not created by capitalism itself, then it is beyond important to keep the parts of ourselves and our communities that have not been touched by that hatred, such as love or music or art or writing or speech or alive. by doing that in the world we live in now, we keep hope alive of the world we dream about.
I sacrificed my sleep for this
The length is about 1 minute 48 seconds, half of the real video
The sound and theme credits are directed to the original maker Sethical on youtube. Thanks for this kind of comedy. Pure gold, Sethical, pure gold👏
Maybe daydreaming about my characters when I try to sleep at night will fix me /j
intersex people!! my fellow members of the intersex gang!
please reblog this version so I can get a decent sample size! thanks!
I wrote some poetry about autism when I was younger but now looking back on it I don't think I really liked acknowledging the fact that I was disabled by my autism. If anything I was desperate to prove how undisabled I am and now that I'm older and having more frequent meltdowns I'm starting to think I have some sort of complex around accepting the fact that I am in fact developmentally disabled
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze
the other day i went “ugh why am i so hyper” then i went blank for a sec and was like. wait i literally have The Hyper Disorder. like did i forget or
Blasting myself into the fifth dimension via music while in psychology class and pondering my existential dread
There's a class I want to take in University but it's already taken up by a class that I got pre-enrolled in
No it isn’t “girlboss” or feminist to say that you don’t care about the rape of Israeli women because of what’s happening in Palestine
I feel like a lot of women grow up feeling "not like other girls" because we're constantly pushed so many differing views of what it means to be a woman that we end up overlooking that we are all still girls and later women regardless of our personalities