Animated Logo from Museum of Capitalism
Subversive pop-up display imagines a post-supply and demand world
Anyone trying to buy or rent a home in the Bay Area these last five years has been getting a near daily lesson in the realities of a capitalist economy.
But for some perspective that doesn’t hit quite so close to home, consider a trip to Oakland’s latest museum.
The incoming Museum of Capitalism (whose Instagram account describes it as “coming soon—too soon”), a pop-up enterprise in Jack London Square set to open its doors on Saturday, says that its mission is to “remember capitalism through art, artifacts, and exhibitions.”…
Yes, in a bit of subversive cheek, the new institution imagines itself the product of an alternate reality in which capitalist economies died out.
“Much of the evidence of capitalism is either eroding over time or simply not known or easily accessible to the public,” the curators write on the museum site, adding “Our educational work is crucial for establishing justice for the victims of capitalism and preventing its resurgence.”…
Admission is free of charge, but donations are encouraged—presumably a “from each according to his ability” principle in action… (more)
The real irony here is the replacement of galleries and art exhibitions by sports arenas, driven home by the huge crowd expected in Oakland to celebrate the Warriors big win on Thursday, that anticipates over a million people on the parade route. Sadly our Capitalist society is taking us backwards to worshiping sports stars, like the Romans in the Colosseum.
By Rupa Marya : 48hills – excerpt
Thanks to capitalism, the rate of change of culture now does not let deep roots settle–anywhere. But it doesn’t have to be that way
This story is about a place that once was in San Francisco, but it could be anywhere in the world. We watched the phenomenon in Pinellas Park in the 1980’s and now we see it everywhere. It is important to remember where we came from and this is a special place that deserves recognition. This is the story about the capitalist society that eats its own.
Seven years ago, on a weekend like this past one, we would be sitting at The Revolution Cafe in the Mission district. All day. Until about 3am. It was highly unproductive and totally productive. Listening to live music, greeting friends who stopped by. It was the place so many of us would migrate to in the middle of our weekend and then get stuck at as a revolving crew of musicians would show up before gigs, after gigs, and take up the microphone and drop some wizardry down.
Conversations would strike up between unlikely folks, all sitting on the wooden benches that local John Kyle built, before the benches themselves were evicted. We were undocumented, we were hungry and totally full. We were vibrating with a certain cultural evolution that only happens when people have time and space and density to rub up against one another. We were teachers, artists, writers, social workers, librarians, janitors, doctors, students, musicians, seekers, dreamers, busboys, hairdressers, flight attendants, travelers, filmmakers, wanderers. We were bilingual, trilingual, quadrilingual even. Highly unproductive. And pulsing with possibility…(more)