Wherever you are is the entry point – Kabir

The Joy of Anarchy


It is all a bit about Anarchy this Wednesday. Sweet Anarchy. Join with us in a limitless, unfettered future, let us shape it with living our lives as we were meant to. Ever Read Ursula LeGuinn’s “The Dispossessed”? If you haven’t you should.
Take Back The World. Open Up your shared TAZ. Change it all.

Rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number
Throw off your chains, like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you
Ye are many they are few!
-Percy Shelley
The Mask of Anarchy
Talk To God? Insist That It Is Male BTW…
One of the longest existing TAZ locations in Europe under siege. This has been coming for a few years as Denmark swings politically to the Darkside…
Danish police evict trailersite in Christiania, Copenhagen
Here is their Web Site: CHRISTIANIA
Some of the info is in English, some in Danish (esp. their defense site) Worth a check-out.

A practical scheme, says Oscar Wilde, is either one already in existence, or a scheme that could be carried out under the existing conditions; but it is exactly the existing conditions that one objects to, and any scheme that could accept these conditions is wrong and foolish.
Even were the workers able to have their own representatives, for which our good Socialist politicians are clamoring, what chances are there for their honesty and good faith?
Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name! Every fool, from king to policeman, from the flatheaded parson to the visionless dabbler in science, presumes to speak authoritatively of human nature. The greater the mental charlatan, the more definite his insistence on the wickedness and weaknesses of human nature.
The emotions of the ignorant man are continuously kept at a pitch by the most blood-curdling stories about Anarchism. Not a thing too outrageous to be employed against this philosophy and its exponents. Therefore Anarchism represents to the unthinking what the proverbial bad man does to the child,–a black monster bent on swallowing everything; in short, destruction and violence.
The political arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue.
Emma Goldman, “What is Anarchy?”
A Sane Revolution
If you make a revolution, make it for fun,
Don’t make it in ghastly seriousness,
Don’t do it in deadly earnest,
Do it for fun.
Don’t do it because you hate people,
Do it just to spit in their eye.
Don’t do it for the money,
Do it and be damned to the money.
Don’t do it for equality,
Do it because we’ve got too much equality
And it would be fun to upset the apple-cart
And see which way the apples would go a-rolling.
Don’t do it for the working-classes.
Do it so that we can
all of us be little aristocracys on our own
And kick our heels like jolly escaped asses.
Don’t do it, anyhow, for international Labour.
Labour is one thing a man has had too much of.
Let’s abolish Labour, let’s have done with Labouring!
Work can be fun, and
men can enjoy it; then it’s not Labour.
Let’s have it so! Let’s make a revolution for fun!
We don’t need government”
“We don’t need government
We need utilities.
Air, water, energy
Travel and communication means
Food and shelter.
We have no need for imaginary mountain ranges
Between separate nations.
We can make tunnels through the real ones.
Nor do we have any need for the continuing division of people
Into those who have what they need
And those who don’t.
Both Fuller and Marshal McLuhan
Knew, furthermore
That work is now obsolete.
We have invented machines to do it for us.
Now that we have no need to do anything
What shall we do?
Looking at Fuller’s geodesic world map
We see that the Earth is a single island, Oahu.
We must give all the people all they need to live
In any way they wish.
Our present laws protect the rich from the poor.
If there are to be laws, we need ones that
Begin with the acceptance of poverty as a way of life.
We must make the world safe for poverty
Without dependence on government.”
-John Cage
I can make love like anything
I can do it so the bluebells ring
or prim-passioned frail poppies blush-shock
They forget
they soon
will lose
their scarlet bloom
& explode their own opiates
among the golden thighs of corn
Old men obliviate their ramshackle childhoods
put order like an injection into the gloom of their rooms
throw up the blind, letting in the sunlight
letting out the rat-a-tat-tat
machine gunfire
of obscene
Their senile bullets discharged
down with the rock-block shutter of darkening stone
& the kids have all gone home.
Will they grow up the same way one day?
& in my years of drying bone
shall I scold my son
for flattening the corn
to lay a woman?
Patricia V. T. West
A poet, performer, novelist, anarchist, and feminist.

Running around here & there
stirring up trouble and bothering people
a bunch of lushes —
fern leaves and cloud:
the world was so chilly and dark —
Before long that sort
will up and rot all by themselves
and be washed away by the rain
and afterwards, only green fern.
And when humanity is laid out like coal
somewhere some earnest geologist
will note them in his notebook.
`Miyazawa Kenji, translation Gary Snyder
You are the Liberation.
One Heart At A Time.
The World Changes
One Heart At A Time.
You Shape The Future
One Heart At A Time.
We Can Change It All Forever.

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