TOTW: MANIFEST/OBSCURE ANARCHY

“There are mysterious parts in that book, but the only true mystery is that our very lives are governed by dead people.” - Kazanian

On its head, the world turns in the moment of the false
‘crypto-’ as a qualifier is common currency
cloaked is the dagger wielded by the market
a carousel of backstabbing cryptarchies
democracy vies in darkness.

Underground subcultures dread becoming mainstream
latent marginal niches immanently capitalized by social media
trending aesthetics of obscurity signal affinity to the initiated.
Security theater serves as escapism from precarity & vulnerability
confessional cabaret of burlesque disclosure risks self-incrimination.

With nothing to hide & nothing to fear
talking heads vomit watered-down anarchism;
a historic relic desecrated & defiled,
a rotted corpse chewed & predigested,
regurgitated & fed to the uninitiated.

Euphemistic statements by public anarchists
contrast hyperbolic anonymous manifestos.
Vicious elevators connect ivory tower rhetoric
with basement-dwelling conspiracies.
A drafty edifice, open backdoors have a chilling effect.

Repressed & exhibited by governance,
produced as discourse in its own image,
inscribed into servile rituals of truth.
Whispered by those it endangers,
reserved by those who hold it sacred.

How do you manifest & obscure your anarchy?
What guises does it wear, or is it laid bare?
How much is revealed to entice before it’s obscene?
Which are its knowing nods and winks?
How does it speak in polite company?
How does it sing when no one’s listening?
How does it dance with others?
How does it dance when no one’s looking?
Can you tell when its semblance is used as cover?

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i manifest my anarchy by obscuring it, and obscure it by manifestation. hidden in plain sight. straightforward in speech except where a twisting elocution elicits murmurs of beauty.

nothing is all of one thing and none of the other, a thought i keep in my back pocket when dealing with absolutists who KNOW there is only one way to do anarchy. which is to say – when anarchists are finally fine with being ordinary the anarchy of the ordinary will become apparent. this push to be better than all the so-called normies, to have secret knowledge, to jape the losers and laugh at them, all this screams of an inferiority over-compensating for its own self-perception.

In the dead of night
An anarch lurks in all black
Out of sight
A blog, zine, and pure might
Help guide this soul tonight
He's on a mission
To strike down the capitalist master
His opposition
Waifu and padwan were killed by his hand
It's more than just teaching a lesson
Demise has been all planned
Unfiltered, unrivalled, unchained revenge
He creeps around the compound
Not making a single sound
Death comes as easy as his silence
The guards all fell
No need for compliance
The capitalist master in his sight
Here comes the final peepee poopoo of tonight

manifest
obscure
are words of control
language of control
i let my anarchy be
or not be
in its own time
as is its nature
uncontrolledable

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