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On September 17th, 2011 Occupy Wall Street was born. A hundred people occupied Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan and opened a space for imagination. We began to share food, clothing, and shelter. We sought refuge in the shell of a concrete jungle and found community. Inspired by our actions, occupations began throughout the globe. In a matter of months nearly all of them were crushed by the weight of repression and co-optation, but occupy cannot be stopped. It is a collective unleashing of anger and frustration at a dying capitalist system and points toward a new world. Let us create this world together. Read. Share. Distribute. Tidal.

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"On Living" - Nazim Hikmet



Living is no laughing matter: 

you must live with great seriousness 

like a squirrel, for example— 

I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, 

I mean living must be your whole occupation. 

Living is no laughing matter: 

you must take it seriously, 

so much so and to such a degree 

that, for example, your hands tied behind your back, 

your back to the wall, 

or else in a laboratory 

in your white coat and safety glasses, 

you can die for people— 

even for people whose faces you’ve never seen, 

even though you know living 

is the most real, the most beautiful thing. 

I mean, you must take living so seriously 

that even at seventy, for example, you’ll plant olive trees-

and not for your children, either, 

but because although you fear death you don’t believe it, 

because living, I mean, weighs heavier. 


Let’s say you’re seriously ill, need surgery - 

which is to say we might not get 

from the white table. 

Even though it’s impossible not to feel sad 

about going a little too soon, 

we’ll still laugh at the jokes being told, 

we’ll look out the window to see it’s raining, 

or still wait anxiously 

for the latest newscast ... 

Let’s say we’re at the front-

for something worth fighting for, say. 

There, in the first offensive, on that very day, 

we might fall on our face, dead. 

We’ll know this with a curious anger, 

but we’ll still worry ourselves to death 

about the outcome of the war, which could last years. 

Let’s say we’re in prison 

and close to fifty, 

and we have eighteen more years, say, 

before the iron doors will open. 

We’ll still live with the outside, 

with its people and animals, struggle and wind- 

I mean with the outside beyond the walls. 

I mean, however and wherever we are, 

we must live as if we will never die. 


This earth will grow cold, 

a star among stars 

and one of the smallest, 

a gilded mote on blue velvet— 

I mean this, our great earth. 

This earth will grow cold one day, 

not like a block of ice 

or a dead cloud even 

but like an empty walnut it will roll along 

in pitch-black space . . . 

You must grieve for this right now 

-you have to feel this sorrow now-

for the world must be loved this much 

if you’re going to say “I lived” . . .