#100hardtruthsMain MenuPledges and lists written over the first 100 daysA path through the primer focusing on the several pledges and lists of hardtruths I wrote during the first 100 days of the Trump administration24 #100hardtruths authored by invited contributorsA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths written by scholars, artists, activists, and friendsArt Answers to Phony QuestionsA path through the primer focusing on speaking hardtruths about and through poetic, abstract, formally reflexive, non-indexical Art FormsVirality is VirilityA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths that connect a macho growing of digital stature to real world violenceFake News R UsA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths that reveal our complicitySome #100hardtruths on Digital Media LiteracyA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about reading, writing, participating and understanding Digital Media LiteracySome #100hardtruths on RacismA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about ethnicity, nationality, zenophobia, immigration and racismSome #100hardtruths on SexismA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about gender, sexuality, sexism, and misogynySome #100hardtruths on ImagesA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about photography, visibiity, and the power of imagesSome #100hardtruths on the LawA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about legislation, (il)legality, public institutions, and the power of the LawSome #100hardtruths on AdvertisingA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about corporate greed, getting eyeballs to content, the monetization of the Internet and AdsSome #100hardtruths of the InternetA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths that attempt to reveal the structure, logic, uses and power of the InternetSome #100hardtruths on Freedom of ExpressionA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about journalism, freedom of speech, and the power of ExpressionSome #100hardtruths on and through Film and VideoA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths about or spoken through film and video35 #100hardtruths highlighting the work of othersA path through the primer focusing on hardtruths produced by journalists, scholars, artists, activists found onlineCreditsAbout the makers of this Scalar book.Old home page that links to WordpressSome #100hardtruths in poetryPoems that were produced as a result of radical digital media literacy workshopsSome hardtruth poem responses and readingsAlexandra Juhaszf60e7beb550e75bc077d6722b27684bbbb62d0deXiomara Liana Rodrigueze692622823dfcb5652df57e66962e293d1913569Craig Dietrich2d66800a3e5a1eaee3a9ca2f91f391c8a6893490
the go fund mes never end
12018-10-13T07:19:06-07:00Xiomara Liana Rodrigueze692622823dfcb5652df57e66962e293d191356915928By Alex Rafaelovgallery2020-08-02T17:28:36-07:00Xiomara Liana Rodrigueze692622823dfcb5652df57e66962e293d1913569
Most of my friends are drug addicts and alcoholics, They kill them selves over and over again They say waking up every day is their worst nightmare But they wake up anyway I’ve never seen anyone more happy or alive then them They all have pretty pictures of them selves up on their Instagram but talk about how much they want to die on their finstas They have the best laughs and the warmest smiles I see myself in them They probably see themselves in me We see ourselves in each other as a way to make us whole Anis father killed him self a couple months back cancer tucked jesses mom into bed at night then forgot to wake her up Lillie’s mom died when she was little and she was left with her father who used to touch her I still don’t know the whole story Xavis dad beats her And we all know someone who’s killed them self or a friend who died I saw how Dina killed herself when I was 13 I’ve been playing hide and seek with my emotions ever since The blood didn’t splatter And there was no Big Bang as the train split through her neck At that point you couldn’t tell what was troat and what was neck everything was inside out Just like this life that I’m living The memory’s I have are made out of nightmares I wish they were nightmares I don’t want it to be real I talk about my traumas on my finsta account hope to turn these memories into stories We all sit around the pit fire that is the internet and exchange ghost stories of our past Hope to turn these please for help into prayers and then into miricals I’ve been linking too many go fundmes to my instagram account All the money in the world and there still isn’t enough to pay the funeral costs I’ve been reposting pictures of missing children who wandered off to the moon and never came back I hope they Come back And if not I hope they land somewhere amongst the stars We drink and drink and drink like coke and rum came from the fountain of youth We don’t feel real When the world is dancing beneath your feet and your head is too fucked up to to notice the difference between dirt and the sky anything feels real People say they get fucked up to escape reality but we lost reality’s definition long ago We know nothing about it Everything seems like reality now even when it isn’t Even when I’m disassociated from life It doesn’t feel like the world isn’t there it feels like I’m not there like Like I’m the one who’s not real It’s normal for me to not feel real That place in limbo is almost like my second home I was scrolling through my twitter feed the other day and every other post is A political hoax or a missing kid Sometimes I want to believe the government is some giant allusion made to scare us like the boogie man Sometimes I wanna believe all those kids ran away and came back home after a day or too But go fund mes never end And we just keep adding up the funeral costs We share our grief and condolences in the comments section and virtually tell the world things will get better But at the end of the day I go home to empty bottles of wine and empty some more just to pass the time I go home and wonder if I’m really alive I’m lying in my bed wondering if maybe I just really wanna die My phone goes off again It’s a twitter post notification from god He said “@alex You’re already dead” Sent from my iPhone
12018-10-12T00:06:05-07:00Xiomara Liana Rodrigueze692622823dfcb5652df57e66962e293d1913569Some #100hardtruths in poetryXiomara Liana Rodriguez10Poems that were produced as a result of radical digital media literacy workshopsplain2019-07-30T13:17:57-07:00Xiomara Liana Rodrigueze692622823dfcb5652df57e66962e293d1913569
