GREEN ANARCHYANARCHY Like a Drunk in a Midnight Choir FALL/WINTER 2005-06 I Have Tried in My Way to Be Free
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I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, He said to me, “you must not ask for so much.” And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, She cried to me, “hey, why not ask for more?” Oh like a bird on the wire, GREENGREEN ANARCHYANARCHY Like a drunk in a midnight choir FALL/WINTER 2005-06 I have tried in my way to be free. ISSUE #21 $4 USA, $5 CANADA, –Leonard Cohen, $6 EUROPE, $7 WORLD Bird On A Wire FREE TO PRISONERS GREEN ANARCHY PO BOX 11331 Eugene, OR 97440 [email protected] AnAn Anti-CivilizationAnti-Civilization JournalJournal ofof TTheoryheory andand ActionAction Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? “We“We areare thethe birdsbirds ofof thethe comingcoming storm.”storm.” —August—August SpiesSpies Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? TheThe tidetide isis out,out, thethe windwind blowsblows offoff thethe shore;shore; Bare burn the white sands in the scorching sun; I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, Bare burn the white sands in the scorching sun; The sea complains, but its great voice is low. I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways, The sea complains, but its great voice is low. I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, Bitter thy woes, O People, I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, Bitter thy woes, O People, And the burden I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And the burden HardlyHardly toto bebe borne!borne! I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it, WearilyWearily grows,grows, OO People,People, I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, AllAll thethe achingaching I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’, OfOf thythy piercedpierced heart,heart, bruisedbruised andand torn!torn! I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’, ButBut yetyet thythy timetime isis not,not, I saw a white ladder all covered with water, AndAnd lowlow thythy moaning.moaning. I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, DesertDesert thythy sands!sands! I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, NotNot yetyet isis thythy breathbreath hot,hot, VengefullyVengefully blowing;blowing; ItIt waftswafts o’ero’er liftedlifted hands.hands. I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’, Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, TheThe tidetide hashas turned;turned; thethe vanevane veersveers slowlyslowly round;round; Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’, SlowSlow cloudsclouds areare sweepingsweeping o’ero’er thethe blindingblinding light;light; Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’, WhiteWhite crestscrests curlcurl onon thethe sea—itssea—its voicevoice growsgrows deep.deep. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’, Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, AngryAngry thythy heart,heart, OO People!People! Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, AndAnd itsits bleedingbleeding I met a young child beside a dead pony, Fire-tippedFire-tipped withwith risingrising hate!hate! I met a white man who walked a black dog, ThyThy claspedclasped handshands part,part, OO People,People, I met a young woman whose body was burning, ForFor thythy prayingpraying WarmedWarmed notnot thethe desolate!desolate! I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, GodGod diddid notnot hearhear thythy moan:moan: I met one man who was wounded in love, NowNow itit isis swellingswelling I met another man who was wounded with hatred, ToTo aa greatgreat drowningdrowning cry;cry; AA darkdark wind-cloud,wind-cloud, aa groan,groan, NowNow backwardbackward veeringveering I’mI’m a-goin’a-goin’ backback outout ‘fore‘fore thethe rainrain startsstarts a-fallin’,a-fallin’, FromFrom thatthat deafdeaf sky!sky! I’llI’ll walkwalk toto thethe depthsdepths ofof thethe deepestdeepest blackblack forest,forest, WhereWhere thethe peoplepeople areare manymany andand theirtheir handshands areare allall empty,empty, TheThe tidetide flowsflows in,in, thethe windwind roarsroars fromfrom thethe depths,depths, WhereWhere thethe pelletspellets ofof poisonpoison areare floodingflooding theirtheir waters,waters, TheThe whirled-Whitewhirled-White sandsand heapsheaps withwith thethe foam-whitefoam-white waves;waves; WhereWhere thethe homehome inin thethe valleyvalley meetsmeets thethe dampdamp dirtydirty prison,prison, ThunderingThundering thethe seasea rollsrolls o’ero’er itsits shell-crunchedshell-crunched wall!wall! WhereWhere thethe executioner’sexecutioner’s faceface isis alwaysalways wellwell hidden,hidden, WhereWhere hungerhunger isis ugly,ugly, wherewhere soulssouls areare forgotten,forgotten, StrongStrong isis thythy rage,rage, OO People,People, WhereWhere blackblack isis thethe color,color, wherewhere nonenone isis thethe number,number, InIn itsits furyfury AndAnd I’llI’ll telltell itit andand thinkthink itit andand speakspeak itit andand breathebreathe it,it, HurlingHurling thythy tyrantstyrants down!down! AndAnd reflectreflect itit fromfrom thethe mountainmountain soso allall soulssouls cancan seesee it,it, ThowThow metestmetest wage,wage, OO People.People. ThenThen I’llI’ll standstand onon thethe oceanocean untiluntil II startstart sinkin’,sinkin’, VVeryery swiftly,swiftly, ButBut I’llI’ll knowknow mymy songsong wellwell beforebefore II startstart singin’,singin’, NowNow thatthat thythy hatehate isis grown:grown: ThyThy timetime atat lastlast isis come;come; ThouThou heapestheapest anguish,anguish, AndAnd it’sit’s aa hard,hard, it’sit’s aa hard,hard, it’sit’s aa hard,hard, it’sit’s aa hard,hard, WhereWhere thouthou thyselfthyself wertwert bare!bare! NoNo longerlonger toto thythy dumb.dumb. GodGod claspedclasped andand kneeling.kneeling. –Voltairine–Voltairine dede Cleyre,Cleyre, It’sIt’s aa hardhard rain’srain’s a-gonnaa-gonna fall.fall. ThouThou answerestanswerest thinethine ownown prayer.prayer. words by Bob Dylan TheThe HurricaneHurricane Some Notes on the Social Construction of Reality by Theresa Kintz, pg 49 Contents: Brimstone, Gall and Fire by some internal enemies, pg 53 Contents: 25 Years of “Radical” Charity, pg 67 Myco-Primitive by Rat Girl, pg 68 Reflections On Feral Visions Against Civilization 2005 by the Wildroots Collective, pg 73 Report On the Earth First! Rendezvous IssueIssue #21#21 by Felonious Skunk, pg 74 On the Continuing Poverty of Student Life, pg 76 Fall/WinterFall/Winter 2005-062005-06 Sections Articles Welcome to Green Anarchy, pg 4 Santa Claus Is Coming to Town by Faith Stealer, pg 2 The Nihilist Dictionary: #6–Progress, pg 11 Solidarity Forever?, pg 3 The Garden of Peculiarities: Fragment 6, pg 25 “Untitled” by Viva MacSeoin, pg 6 State Repression News, pg 54 Revolution, Zen, and Dirty Dishes Reviews, pg 60 by Icarus Descending, pg 10 News from the Balcony with Waldorf and Statler, pg 66 On the Origins of War by John Zerzan, pg 12 Practical Rewilding: On Coming To Know Flesh, pg 70 Binary Gender Division and Dualistic Thought Letters, pg 78 by Helena, pg 14 Subscriber and Distributor Info, pg 83 Seven Lies About Civilization by Ran Prieur, pg 16 Green Anarchy Distro, pg 83 Only A Tsunami Will Do: For a Post Feminist Anarchy by Rita-Katrina Andrews, pg 18 Direct Action Max & I by (I)An-ok Ta Chai, pg 24 The Wild Fights Back, pg 22 Stones Can Speak: Bolivia and the Lulaization of South America by Jesús Sepúlveda, pg 26 Indigenous and Campesino Resistance, pg 28 People of the Land, Without Land, an Interview with Ecological Resistance, pg 32 Roberto Ñankucheo, pg 31 Anarchist Resistance, pg 39 The Ballot or The Bullet? by Black Powder, pg 36 Anti-Capitalist and Anti-Government Battles, pg 46 Agents of Chaos: A Communiqué Into Militant Anti-G8 Report, pg 47 Primitivist Tactics by Know One, pg 42 Symptoms of the System’s Meltdown, pg 50 Ten Blows Against Politics by Il Pugnale, pg 44 Prisoner Uprisings and Escapes, pg 58 .. .. .. thisthis isis thethe timetime ofof deathdeath andand decay,decay, thethe prequelprequel toto newnew life.life. Page 1 FALL/WINTER ‘05-‘06 ISSUE SantaSanta ClausClaus IsIs ComingComing toto TownTown He’s making a list More of the citizenry is being naughty instead Checking it twice of nice. Because more of us are questioning, He’s going to find out challenging, and refusing, the supernatural Whose naughty or nice watchers are becoming the reality myths pre- Santa Claus is coming to town configured. In every town and city surveillance cameras stare at us from street corners, school- Young children start life as the rooms, churches, libraries, offices, and factories. most free and the most resistant. Microphones record our conversations in hotel They’ve not yet internalized the lobbies, bank teller stalls, and cashier stands. morality of master-slave, higher- Listening devices are placed on telephone lines lower, ruler-ruled, so the education and our words recorded to see who is casting system’s primary goal is to instill doubts, who might be challenging the ruling order. the dominant reality – we are not While the Internet provides a means to launch free to explore and experiment, such challenges, it also provides the easiest means to ‘fail’ or ‘succeed’ on our own yet for tracking the whispers of discontent. For terms. We learn very quickly (or the increasingly rare corners that the masters’ spy not) that others know best and technology hasn’t (yet) reached, private police we’re rewarded for accepting and watchful citizens launch their own investiga- this Truth or punished for testing tions, in the feudal exchange for more privileges its limits. from the wardens. And the focus is expanded At the end of each year, the during the holyday period from November to System presents a particularly January as more folks – many who can’t afford byby FFaithaith StealerStealer enticing myth, tantalizing the the symbols of the truly successful – take what slaves-in-waiting while reinforcing they need or want. Making a list and checking it the masters’ expectations on the twice has never been quite so easy.