SUMMER 2013 • www.bolobolo.co.za/it • ISSUE #2 • PRICE: R10 - R20 according to means INCENDIARY TIMES THE ANARCHIST PIN IN YOUR RED BALLOON in·cen·di·ar·y: (a device or attack) designed to cause fires, e.g., ‘incendiary grenades’ / tending to arouse strife, sedition, etc., e.g., ‘an incendiary speech’ / tending to inflame the senses, e.g., ‘an incendiary extravaganza of music and dance.’ editorial | the two pens millions of dollars? I occupy a place of the president grasp me to authorize honor in mahogany and cedar writing laws that command slavery and the Dear readers, The Two Pens desks. In palaces, the elegant writer signs torments of the humble, nor to order his articles with me. Using me, the minister criminal wars, nor to humiliating Thank you! The inaugural from Anastasya, Shachaf and Behind the window of a display case, authorizes important documents for the peace treaties. But when the thinker issue of Incendiary Times Siobhan; humour; some excerpts the gold pen and the steel pen waited entire nation. The president endorses his takes me between his creative fingers, was so well received from classic anarchist essays; a for someone to buy them. The gold pen decrees with a signature which only I shall when the poet and the sage touches delineate. War is not declared unless an me with his fecund, anarchist that it encouraged us to bolo'bolo event guide and also some rested indolently in a rich jewel case august hand takes me in its fingers, and hands, making me engrave in blank dive straight into putting that increased its glamour; the steel pen information about the upcoming has me fix its sovereign signature on paper. notebooks his bright meditations like together the second issue. 2013 Cape Town Anarchist confirmed its modesty at the base of a cardboard casket. Pedestrians, poor and Peace cannot be agreed upon with mangy the idea of class struggle, I feel my Bookfair (happening on Saturday rich, old and young, passed again and steel pens: they must be golden. With a molecules tremble with emotion, an While we're not going to the 7th of December – we're super again by the display case, casting greedy gold pen, the young aristocrat composes his emotion that is pure, strong, sound. commit to a release schedule excited!) glances towards the gold pen; nobody verses of love to the genteel lady.” This is my pleasure, because, as I yet, it currently looks as though looked at the steel one. The sun crashed am humble, I move in the world of you can expect our irregular Quite accidentally, a theme its rays upon the gold pen, which Patience has its limits for a steel pen. talent, sincerity, and honor. My power publication to come out roughly emerged during the editing of gleamed with sparkles like glowing Thus, the modest pen, from the base is immense, my influence is gigantic. four times a year. this issue: a critical but hopefully embers in its chenille cushion; but it of its cardboard casket, raised its clear, When the proletarian writer takes also compassionate engagement was unable to impress even a dim tone sincere voice, and, as it was sincere, it me in his hands, the tyrant trembles, was also handsome and grand, to say: the priest is terrified, the capitalist with modern liberalism and a call of beauty upon the dark proletarian In this issue: turns pale; but liberty smiles with the to move beyond some of its more pen. Regarding its poor brother with Within the slender yet pity, the rich pen said: “Above all things, the pen is grand because smile of the dawn; the downtrodden substantial pages of this problematic assumptions while it makes it possible for a great mind to free dream of a better world, and the issue you'll find a thought- acknowledging that it shares at least “Poor mangy thing! Learn to be admired.” itself from the prison of its skull, to go out valiant hand nervously caresses the provoking article on pacifism some of its ethos with anarchism. and shake other minds that sleep caged in firearm of vengeance and redemption. by Johannesburg-based We hope our discussion will generate Accustomed to great struggles for the other skulls. It makes them welcome the In my cardboard casket, I feel grand anarchist artist Anastasya reflection and debates and welcome highest ideals, the proletarian pen great mind with hospitality, granting it and noble. As humble as I may seem Eliseeva; an anonymous prose any and all feedback. deemed it unworthy to answer that entrance. Doors should be opened and to you, I stir people. I knock down piece on ecological collapse foolishness. Emboldened by the silence accommodations should be furnished for thrones, I upset cathedrals, I humble all who bring light, hope, valor... But gods. I am light for the darkness of the and resistance; a short story Equally accidentally, we stumbled of the humble pen, the bourgeois pen across a gorgeous reflection on the said: you, vain pen, you are the disgrace of our mind. I am the bugle that calls the on anarchist parenting; a species. I would rather break my tips than humble to arms, and converts them power of radical writing. Originally demonstration of the power lend myself to sketching the signature that to magnificence. I resound for the published in the November “Why don’t you try, you squalid thing, to relations embedded in official look like me, to be a gold pen?” endorses a bank order for thousands of revolutionary militia, gathering the 3rd, 1915 issue of the anarchist And it dictionaries; an interview with shone in its chenille like a star in the millions of dollars. An order like this is brave in the trench and summoning newspaper Regeneración, The Two anarchist writer, permaculture satin of the sky. the result of a pact made between bandits. the men to the barricades. You serve to activist and witch, Starhawk, Pens was written by legendary My place is not on a mahogany writing endorse the decrees of the tyrant; I to author of the utopian classic Mexican anarchist Ricardo Flores The proletarian pen could not repress desk. I prefer a pine table, upon which the endorse the proclamations of the rebel. The Fifth Sacred Thing; a handy Magón; we hope it gives some sense a smile, which angered the bourgeois people’s scribe outlines the robust phrases You oppress, I liberate.” guide to green living by the of what we hope to achieve with pen, making it break out in nonsense that announce to the world an era of bolo'bolo collective; a fictional Incendiary Times. like this: liberty and justice. I am the pen of the The crash of a car motor, which people, and like them, I am strong and broke through the front of the shop, debate between a liberal and a sincere. The minister does not touch me prevented the rest of the proletarian radical by Aragorn; a bunch of “Your smile is a smile of impotence. It fills me with pity. Could you be used, like I to underwrite documents that sanction pen’s engaging discourse from being zine and book reviews; some May your inkwells never run dry, The bolo’bolo collective am, to sign bank notes for millions and exploitation and tyranny. Neither does heard. poems; loads of awesome art Printed by the bolo’bolo anarchist collective • we fight and play for a world beyond measure Page 1 “It has been said that ‘today it is easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism’ (Turbulence 2008: 3). We have reached a stage where it is easier to think of the total anni- hilation of humanity than to imagine a change in the organisation of a manifestly unjust and destructive society, What can we do?” - John Holloway, Crack Capitalism and assume that this is the full range Words in of possibilities. As these pathways become more regulated, we define structures and systems and regulato- revolt. ry mechanisms, and to support them This issue’s definition ghosts we construct abstractions – complex from the CrimethInc philosophies and tortuous justifi- Contradictionary*. This poetic anonymous piece about ecological destruction and cations; finally, in our artifice and resistance was first published online in 2012. confusion, we cede our power to all these. The singular capacities we each have to create, to change, are subli- hen we look out at the in space. Ghost acreage – millions of mated into an acquiescence to the sys·tem·at·ic (adj) sky at night, we’re also years of accumulated decayed matter power held over us by abstractions. looking back into the transformed into fossil fuel along By Capitalism. By the State. By very individual and situation is unique, but it can be useful past.W The light from distant stars with millions of acres of still-fertile progress. By the dominator myth to look for common threads. Consistently refusing to do so takes so long to reach us that we land in the poor but resource-rich of a homogeneous humanity ruling Emay indicate that one is avoiding coming to terms with an cannot really be sure that, in reality, areas of the world – has given us an over the natural world. inconvenient state of affairs, such as oppression at the hands of they’re still there. entirely false sense of the sustenance As we learn to become subservient bloodthirsty tyrants. Without an analysis of the dynamics that Although the myriad things that available to us. And so there is a to power, as through discipline and give rise to such situations, it can be hard to keep oneself out of surround us on Earth – rocks and phantom carrying capacity that control we become its loyal subjects, them (see The Forest for the Trees—or don’t, as the case may be).