The Revolution: that old chestnut
I was really annoying about socialism for a year there and for that I apologize.
I am all better now. I am an anarchist. &
I reject labels & wearing the blinders of a worldview of politics
at the expense of also spirituality, philosophy, humanism, humanity
being its weird and fucked up self. I have left my position as the internal organizer
of the steering committee in the democratic socialists of america’s rochester new york chapter
and now im joining the immortal dyke council & the anarchist hater contingent.
I put down the scribing quill and lit the rag in the cocktail, metaphorically, for now
I joined a “mutual aid” charity to hang out with my fellow trans dykes and, I can be honest,
for no other reason.
obligation is just coercion with a pretty veneer & autonomy is a fucking myth,
aspirational like the revolution, never gonna happen. Key to the “anarchist project”
(derisive quotation marks are a girl’s best friend)
is getting people to grapple with what they believe impossible. Organizations corrupt.
I want to build a local movement against our collective interest
as the beneficiaries of empire & I’m not kidding. I want to abolish cops & prisons & money
& academia & mental health & private property & let everyone do whatever they want forever & never let one person tell another what to do.
I don’t know how I’m gonna cope without coke zero after the revolution &
I don’t need to, any more than I need to untie all those knots I just put in my own logic
ideas can be paradoxes
aspirations can be idealistic
aspirate in with me and let’s breathe
a new and free and impossible world
from the ashes of the one we have yet to burn down