I often talk about anarchy as being a big tent in which we (anarchists) all congregate. I didn’t come up with the metaphor, and will ignore the holy roller revivalist implications of it for the time being. I see the anarchist space as being somewhere where we are all milling about, eyeing each other suspiciously. The Green Anarchists are over in their corner, probably having a drum circle or skinning a caribou or something, but sometimes mingling with the insurrecto-types and the nihilists.
We thecollective invite you to discuss your favorite anarchist actions from the distant and/or recent past, or in an imaginary future. Of course, definitions of "anarchist action" will be questioned as well and we expect to see many different ideas about the designation of an action as anarchist. However, this thecollective contributor suspects that even those that would dismiss the idea of an "anarchist action" completely still have a special place in their hearts for some kinds of behavior. What might those be?
Since it is often said that if you can't say anything nice you shouldn't say anything at all... I've been standing mute for some time. I'm sick of it but I am exhausted by all the hate and all the different permutations of how my words can be, and usually is, misrepresented by the listening audience. But I get it, attempts at humor are best landed to a very sympathetic audience and snark never sounds good if you don't agree with the snarker...
what is the goal of an anarchist, if not to escape? escape, that is, from the mundane, unpleasant, needless devouring insanity of modern ‘life’. life there wearing scare quotes because the stagnant uniformity of the modern landscape doesn't mix well with the motion and diversity i strongly associate with the vibrant phenomena of life on earth. perhaps this is because this city i live in is a two-bit refrigerated nightmare, but the clawing drone of rushhour tokyo is scarcely less oppressive. despite all its apparent motion, its glitter-ridden and glowing ediface, tokyo too wears that cloak of smog and stagnant philosophies, of mundaity and broken dreams, even if it does so with an alluring macabre flare and a spectacular grandiosity.
Intent is not behavior. One can intend to perform a certain task--intend it really hard--and still not break out of the routine of current behaviors. Changing behaviors is hard. Intent is not.
Celebrity is often discussed as an unfair advantage, a snake oil seller, or perhaps a person who leveraged serendipity at just the right moment, with just the right knowledge. Sure, there are opportunists who produce mediocre content and appear to be stealing attention from those more deserving. But, what if they do deserve it and you just disagree with the outcomes of their work?
Everywhere in the news and in conversations these past few weeks have been discussions about immigration and the policies of the USA government, especially that of separating migrant parents from their children. For anarchists, there is a justifiable need to abolish the borders between nations, societies, cultures and whatever else separates and defines us.
For most anarchists, at least in North America, work plays some role in our lives. While there are still anarchists who elevate work as a (or sometimes the) terrain on which our battles will be waged (and presumably won?), many anarchists are somewhere between critical and antagonistic to the concept of work. To be clear, this is hardly a new or groundbreaking development in the spheres of anarchist thinking, but often it comes down to conversations about to work or not to work, or what are more and less legitimate fields of employment for anarchists to enter in to. I assume the answer to the first is, “not if you don’t have to,” and to the second, “there are less but probably not more legitimate jobs.”
The dream is dead. There is no big-tent; no mass. The siren song of community organizing is silent.
A coin falls to the floor--one side, Populist Struggle; the other, a Struggle to identify.
There are no hyphens; no anarchism with adjectives. The rock of ideology is no match for the river.
Many have come to idolize infrastructure; infatuated with their captors. Permanence is a myth and those who peddle it are spiritual thieves. Everything is falling apart.