intentional communities

Back to the City!

  • Posted on: 13 January 2018
  • By: thecollective

There’s an abundance to the city, an almost overwhelming abundance. Today this abundance showed up as 20 rolls of sushi. A couple weeks ago it showed up as about 30 lbs. of filet mignon. Before that it was a gross of eggs (a dozen dozen) and a crate of organic grass-fed heavy cream and a case of fair trade black Himalayan chia seeds. All free. All pulled out of a dumpster in the middle of the night and brought back to the main house of Compersia, the commune I call home in Washington, DC.

Let's Help Twin Oaks Grow

  • Posted on: 7 June 2017
  • By: thecollective

From Generosity.com

Our Story

Twin Oaks is an experiment that inspires. We model a different, more sustainable and fair way to live together where everyone has all they need, and everyone contributes.

Twin Oaks is one of the most successful self-sustaining and ecologically friendly intentional communities in the country.

Metropolis... By Strange Command

  • Posted on: 22 May 2017
  • By: thecollective

From The Anarchist Library

It's said that with the contemporary 'western' socio-political standard – that being some variant of classical or social liberalism – we are freer than ever, wealthier than ever. To be anything beyond a qualified disciple of Fukuyama beyond one's starry-eyed adolescence is to be a tragic idealist, a relic of more naive times. I too am a sceptic of a certain form of idealism. We who consider ourselves philosophers love to fashion our own 'best of all possible worlds'. Indeed, it's been something of a raison d'etre at least since Plato's 'Republic' (with its very own philosopher-king, naturally). But these grand visions are always found wanting. The utopias of our ancestors leave us scratching our heads. We do not need another glorious constitution to dribble from the pen of some genius or other, laying out a life into which we can be slotted, we need the space to build our own lives – unmoulded by the hammer of dogma, unpersuaded by the bloodthirsty crutch of certainty.