Monday, November 24, 2014

a better way to live

forget about whether “the revolution" will ever actually happen—the best reason to be a revolutionary is simply that it is a better way to live now. 

it offers you a chance to lead a life that matters, gives you a relationship to injustice so you don’t have to deny your own grief and outrage, keeps you conscious of the give and take always going on between individual and institution, self and community, one and all. no institution can offer you freedom—but you can experience it in challenging and reinventing institutions.

 when school children make up their own words to the songs they are taught, when people show up by the tens of thousands to interfere with a closed-door meeting of expert economists discussing their lives, that’s what they’re  up to: rediscovering that self-determination, like power, belongs only to the ones who exercise it. 

shout it over the rooftops: culture can belong to us. we can make our own music, mythology, science, technology, tradition, psychology, literature, history, ethics, political power. until we do, we’re stuck buying mass-produced movies and compact discs made by corporate mercenaries, sitting faceless and immobilized at arena rock performances and sports events, struggling with other people’s inventions and programs and theories that make less sense to us than sorcery did to our ancestors, shamefacedly accepting the judgments of priests and agony columnists and radio talk show hosts, berating ourselves for not living up to the standards set by college entrance exams and glamour magazines, listening to parents and counselors and psychiatrists and managers tell us we are the ones with the problems, buying our whole lives from the same specialists and entrepreneurs we sell them to—and gnashing our teeth in secret fury as they cut down the last trees and heroes with the cash and authority we give them. these things aren’t inevitable, inescapable tragedies—they’re consequences of the passivity to which we have relegated ourselves.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

we're f#$&ing missionaries!

fight! for freedom, the only thing that's right.
and fight for your self, your own happiness, your own peace.
fight for the only thing inside of you that's still uncorrupted,
that light that burns dimly in the corner, noticed by you on only the darkest of nights.
but i see that light in the corner. i see it, and i see your future in it.
i see all of our futures in these dimly burning lights which the dark and oppressive powers have all but extinguished. but they weren't able to fully extinguish it yet, were they? 
not yet.
and unfortunately for the power mongers, the money hungry lard lovers, the craven capitalists, we just showed up and we noticed your light in the corner,
and we're missionaries. 
it's our job to try to get you to go pick up that dim oil lamp from the forgotten corner, and use it to light your way, until it becomes brighter and brighter and you start to see the world that was hidden from you all along. 
as missionaries, we're here to rescue you from hell.
and hell is the place that we create when we're not free.

jesus wants to save you from hell.
which essentially means that jesus wants you to yell an outloud and irreverent "fuck you!" to the corporation, the institution, the ideas of morality and control and dominance and inequality and everything that our parents taught us were the highest ideals, but always tasted like diarrhea, though we didn't dare to say it. 
and jesus wants us to live as if we have a reason to live.
busting capitalist shop windows and growing magical gardens and making love with everyone we know and eating foraged greens while singing liberation songs while sticking our heads out of the windows of fast-moving vehicles and drinking in the delicious air and living naked and arranging paint and pencil in nonsensical poetical arrangements and getting high as hell and writing stories and living a damn hard core story and trying to get ourselves killed in a way that tops even jesus - which is a little damn hard because he was fucking crucified and that's hard to get these days - but jesus wants us to die in a sweet way, naked and bloody, with the words freedom painted in our own red blood across the corporate landscape.
trust us, we're missionaries.
and how about those diarrhea morals from our dastardly deceived parents and pastors and everyone that tries to control us to make up for the inadequacies of their own lame and desperate life?
we always tried to pretend that the morals were sweet, and we even made damn convincing faces.
but diarrhea isn't sweet. technically... diarrhea tastes like shit! 
and you don't have to stick with that shit. you can get up, stand up, right fucking now, and you can walk out. walk out of this hell that you have created by doing what morbid pastors and demented politicians told you was right. walk the fuck out of hell,
and let's start building some heaven.
cuz we're missionaries and we want to go to heaven.

i said we're fucking missionaries! 
and goddammit, try and stop us if you dare, we're going to bloodyfucking heaven!

Friday, November 14, 2014

 A creature does not die “of” cancer—a creature dies by becoming cancer, when its cells begin reproducing sameness at the expense of diversity. A culture that sets up a million franchises with workers in matching uniforms executing identical tasks is a cancer out of control, a monster riding the humanity that gave birth to it into an untimely grave. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

a history of heartbeats and kisses

When the question of human nature comes up, the programmed always point us to their history books to show that all human beings ever do is fight, command, obey. Before we look at those books, let’s look a little closer at history itself: when they say history, which history do they mean? Time and space are both so vast that one could not hope to begin to record either in full: any record is inevitably selective in the extreme. Could one write a history of heartbeats, of kisses, of picnics? And yet aren't these, proportionately speaking, a much greater part of human history than anything in the history books? Today we are in the belly of a hierarchical leviathan, which naturally tells the stories of other hierarchical empires as “the” history of the human race: contests for economic and political power, books of laws and philosophical rationalizing, the trivia of the lives of “great men.” But the majority of human history has not been spent at the Battle of Hastings or the crossing of the Rubicon; most of the time, human beings were—and are, today, any time the boss has his back turned—just preparing food, flirting, daydreaming, playing or working on projects cooperatively. The times when slavemasters seized power and coerced masses of people have been exceptions—though Western civilization has seen a disproportionate number of these, to its discredit. Remember, our species has been around for hundreds of thousands of years, but
the kind of centralized power and social control we see today is only a few thousand years old—and only became globalized in the last few hundred. If some of the earliest historical records are of wars and conquests, it is because the first ones to catch the disease of so-called civilization were the first to feel compelled to conquer and keep tally. Unbelievably, these records are the only ones taken seriously by our tunnel-visionary historians, who discount the oral traditions and folklore common to healthy human communities; but we can tell by the very rarity of such records that they are not representative of what all human beings were doing in those days, let alone before—or today. Let’s speak of proportions again. The human race has been around for over one million years, but agriculture, let alone centralized culture, has only existed for about ten thousand: before that, we were all hunters/gatherers who let everything run wild, ourselves included. Even inside of the last ten thousand years, only a small minority of human communities have been as bellicose and coercive as this one—and even today, only a small part of human interactions actually express that violence and subservience. Thus we can see that, on every level, fighting, commanding, obeying comprise about one percent of human history. What about heartbeats, kissing, and picnics, then? Aren't those the heritage of our species?

 - excerpt from the zine Harbinger, by crimethINC Ex-Workers' Collective

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

the kingdom of god is within

we needn't look outward to see the universe.
we need only look inward.

we needn't look inward to find ourselves.
we need only look outward.

we needn't observe as if objectively, the universe surrounding us.
we need only feel it deep within ourselves.

and we needn't only feel the consciousness within us,
as if exploring some uncharted cavern...

we need only observe it,
in the wide open sky and the collisions of stars.

for our consciousness is but a map of the cosmos,

and the cosmos is but a map of our mind.