The Social Utility of the Arts (Dario Fo thru linking Street Theater – an already intrinsic radical art form – to radical politics, eco-anarcha & otherwise); How how; to engage these in such. Blatantly & otherwise. an aesthetic-selfish revolutionary.
“this is a revolution,” i thought as i was going to sleep
Writing to those incarcerates:
1. 20 years of entrapment. Tricked into it. an FBI lover. Eric McDavid
2. She robbed $25,000 from a bank and burned it there on the floor. Helen Woodson
reading accounts of the WTO protests, retrying imaginations: why, again, do I value these dark-bloc riots, Alternative nations please.
Forgetting existential, I am losing all myself.
the music tickles my sad, wrings tears from the brain.
To recede into the dream-world
Post-Modernism is no rug under me. Hast to be so strong to survive this psychology. Ah-oh! Neither Nation-states, gender, representation, linguistic hierarchies, truth&reality, standing armies, reciprocation, Evil, after/other-lives, peace, cause and effect, capitalism, human rights, psychology, inanimate Objects…get off it, get out dude. Ondaatje’s collected works of billy the kid shrieks; Pavic’s dictionary of the khazars… they won’t give in to a normative etcetera. the cold sweat between my toes echoes the fatalities of an ill-spent fortnight; Fellini’s 8/12. Rosen’s Plague Dogs. Greenaway’s the cook the thief his wife & her lover.
Only by being extremely self-critical outwardly. Inwardly so assured colossal. a comparative study.
To place oneself at the tip of all social relations & thereby eliminate–
Ooooh but my head & my aching bones!