#modern anarchism

[mywaysthehighway]

I like meeting real anarchists. Anarchist do things. Things for their community, for the maintenance of every crucial aspect of their communal infrastructure. Anarchists don’t wait for the government to pave broken roads, the police to patrol the neighborhood for safety, or the messed up food industry to provide them with staple foods in times of need. We can do it ourselves. I love that.

#anarchism #anarchist #eco anarchism #eco anarchist #modern anarchism #pro gun #self sufficiency #self sufficient living

[autonomoustweekazoid]

#panopticon #michel foucault #anarchism #insurrectionary anarchism #marxism #post structuralism #post modernism #nietzcheanism

[jacksoldsideblog]

tyler durden is honestly such a good example of why anarchism is useless because if you asked him his plans for sewage and drinking water management post fall of modern society i think he would disappear. simply vanish. project mayhem over

#fight club #dgmw i am pro-down w modern society #i just think anarchism is fundamentally useless #the book/movie does a great job of depicting it actually

[enbycrip]

My Granda, who was born in 1929 and died in 2019, told me often when I was a little kid of the disabled veterans of WWI who lived in his close in Glasgow growing up.

They always told him of the horrifying meat grinder of war and how it was a complete scam; that they were haunted by the men they may have killed - they rarely really knew who they were firing at - who were other working men exploited by other rich egomaniacs.

I know they were a big part of why he joined the Communist Party as a young man, though he left when he saw how they were parroting authoritarian lies from horribly similar exploiters in different outfits in the USSR. He was never diagnosed, but I am 100% convinced my Granda was autistic. I think it’s part of why we got on so well - he was also perpetually unable to deal with doing shit because people with wealth told you so.

I used to talk about socialism and anarchism to him when I was a teen and he did remain hopeful that grassroots movements could still do good and prevent exploitation, and that authoritarianism in the USSR and China didn’t change that.

And he always passed on precisely what the WWI veterans he remembered so strongly told him; “Anyone who talks about war as glory is scamming you.”

#socialism #anarchism #there’s no fucking glory #anyone who talks about war as glory is scamming you #authoritarianism #modern history #family history #working class history #ww1

[theevilesti]

Session zero completed for Vampire: The Masquerade, and the coterie is different than I had expected in terms of clan memberships. Exciting stuff! My group now have time to review the rules and their choices ahead of preludes and chronicle start to determine what changes, if any, they want to make.

#tabletop rpgs #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vtm v5 #world of darkness #anarch movement #camarilla #second inquisition #modern nights

[wavecorewave]

What I am proposing, essentially, is that we engage in a kind of thought experiment. What if, as a recent title put it, “we have never been modern”? What if there never was any fundamental break, and therefore, we are not living in a fundamentally different moral, social, or political universe than the Piaroa or Tiv or rural Malagasy? There are a million different ways to define “modernity.” According to some it mainly has to do with science and technology, for others it’s a matter of individualism; others, capitalism, or bureaucratic rationality, or alienation, or an ideal of freedom of one sort or another. However they define it, almost everyone agrees that at somewhere in the sixteenth, or seventeenth, or eighteenth centuries, a Great Transformation occurred, that it occurred in Western Europe and its settler colonies, and that because of it, we became “modern.” And that once we did, we became a fundamentally different sort of creature than anything that had come before. But what if we kicked this whole apparatus away? What if we blew up the wall? What if we accepted that the people who Columbus or Vasco da Gama “discovered” on their expeditions were just us? Or certainly, just as much “us” as Columbus and Vasco da Gama ever were? I’m not arguing that nothing important has changed over the last five hundred years, any more than I’m arguing that cultural differences are unimportant. In one sense everyone, every community, every individual for that matter, lives in their own unique universe. By “blowing up walls,” I mean most of all, blowing up the arrogant, unreflecting assumptions which tell us we have nothing in common with 98% of people who ever lived, so we don’t really have to think about them. Since, after all, if you assume the fundamental break, the only theoretical question you can ask is some variation on “what makes us so special?” Once we get rid of those assumptions, decide to at least entertain the notion we aren’t quite so special as we might like to think, we can also begin to think about what really has changed and what hasn’t.

Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology, by David Graeber

#david graeber #anarchism #social science #anthropology #history #world history #politics #quote #quotes #books #book quotes #colonialism #capitalism #modernity

[thirst2]

There's a Tumblr post out there, somewhere, that I spotted a few days ago that (rightly) points out, for a piece of modern art that was said to be trivial (visually, just a square of solid, painted color), that the point of the piece is in the technique used and that the shade was, heretofore, nonexistent.

In spite of this (in my opinion, fair) justification of the piece, people found apparent snobbery that the artists cared about the particular shade of the blue or that anyone should be unimpressed with what's pretty singularly an exhibit of technique.

In which case…you just don't care about the art or artist. And I don't mean this in a "You're so cruel and look down on the poor, defenseless creator". I mean, – if you really think about it – you've just dismissed the entirety of what goes into the creation of the art.

Progress and development of advances in the field depend on these things; they're not unimportant or irrelevant. You may not like the means by which it's talked about but you can't just not care about it, itself.

And this is routine, right? The same thing was levied towards post-modern writers, as well; "what's the point of writing something that purposefully has no plot? That could have gone towards a meaningful story, instead".

The insinuation that the pieces of the craft – the intricacies – aren't important or, rather, that the average person needn't care. That's not their job, after all: their job is to just derive meaning from and enjoy the final product.

Because, when you don't care about the how or the why, it becomes much more easy to focus on the other surrounding details: like what is the price, regardless of how it was made (e.g. slave labor); does it just work, regardless of how many groups know how it works and whether that number of groups is simply 1 (e.g. monopoly).

Capitalism thrives when we don't care about anything other than the final result; when we're ignorant of the parameters, it becomes so much more easy (for the Capitalist) to have our solutions come in black boxes.

And this doesn't just apply to the arts; I love my field and I love programming and it is like pulling teeth to get anyone even willing to listen to the details of any of it, routinely. And that has real consequences in trying to discuss things like the Right to Repair; because, if people don't know the details of their devices, it becomes so much more easy to just sell them a whole new one. And, rather than growing fond of a phone you've had for – say – 2 decades and that you've lovingly repaired when bits broke so that – even though you've ship-of-Theseused it twice over, by now – you still have this great fondness for its help over the last 20 years, you – instead – have a much more reduced attachment because, when your phone breaks, you just have to get a whole new one (and give them much more money, much more frequently).

While I'm, perpetually, not an anarchist, there's a reason anarchists foster a DIY culture: because it connects you back to the craft in a way Capitalism tries to isolate. When you build something yourself and have to focus on the details of how the thing is even done, you care; it's more meaningful and, notably, it connects you to community and others (which, again, defeats the isolation that Capitalism seeks so that it can be the only answer to trying to solve your problems (including many new problems, now (caused by Capitalism))). There are entire communities around coming up with solutions to fix older hardware and getting Linux installed on older systems; much of the help newer people receive when getting into the fiber arts come from other enthusiasts. And never forget that quilting was often a social event, even capable of being constructed (before the sewing machine) because groups of women came together to work on it – again, as a group.

And Capitalism could charge a fee to help you solve these issues but it'll always (possibly) be a loss of money when you can just go and (possibly) ask your neighbor: better to cut out that possibility, entirely.

And I'm not saying that this information hasn't been, in some form or at some time (including currently), gatekept: but we cannot forget that forced scarcity is always a form of Capitalism, as well (or, at least, something which benefits Capitalism). Making schooling prohibitively expensive and exclusive, keeping enjoyment of the arts to particular social classes – these are still tools to concentrate wealth in certain pockets.

That doesn't mean that the skill itself is irrelevant or unimportant. There is so much effort (often hobbyist and unpaid!) into making things accessible to more people. Many Linux distributions (entire operating systems and software, entirely for free) are sustained by just communities of enthusiasts. Again, many fiber arts communities, providing expertise and recommendations and help and (free!) designs and patterns.

We mustn't confuse our disdain for a system (e.g. the exclusivity of high art) with disdain for a product of that system (e.g. modern art). Anti-intellectualism is a scourge and fascists and authoritarians love it for the same reason Capitalism loves isolation: when you don't have the knowledge of the thing and can't see the full picture – when you can't solve it yourself –, it becomes easier for others to offer up solutions for your very real problems and pains. And why wouldn't you take them? The problem is pressing and you need the problem to go away and you can't solve it yourself.

"Don't worry about how it is produced; I can provide it, or the solution to it, for you."

#Rant #Capitalism #Anarchism #Art #Linux #Modern Art #Writing #Fiber Art #Antiintellectualism #Right to Repair

[prole-log]

#anarchism #freeblr #politics #modernity #1312

[hussyknee]

Queer historical romance among the ton but make the rage of oppression and injustice howling across the centuries.

Sir Gareth tries to convince himself that his father's mysterious profits could not have come from smuggling and attempts to tell his erstwhile lover Joss Doomsday, grandson of a escaped American slave and the Crown Prince of Romney Marsh's Smugglers, why trading with the French during the Napoleonic war is Wrong™.

“Yes, but—Look, it can’t be that. He was in his fifties, a gentleman, a baronet. He can’t have been a smuggler.”

“Course not.”

“He can’t! He wasn’t making trips to France.”

“Not on his own legs, maybe,” Joss said. “Do you know how the trade works?”

“I have no idea.”

“Sometimes it’s barter—we bring over wool to France and exchange it direct-like. Sometimes an innkeeper needs his cellar filled, or a London merchant wants to stock his shop with French gloves, or pepper, or fine soap, so they place the order with us. And sometimes it’s speculation. Which is to say, a rich man invests his money with a free trader, who buys and sells as he thinks fit. A while later our gentleman gets his money back and more, and never gets his hands dirty touching the goods.”

That last was so exactly what Gareth had feared that he couldn’t face it, couldn’t hear it. The sheer, shameless crime of it all. “You are aware we’re at war with France?” he said furiously. “I mean, you do know you’re trading with the enemy?”

“Free trading’s what we do. I’m not one for politics.”

“Politics? This is more than politics. It’s more than crime, even. The Continent is supposed to be blockaded, and you’re helping the enemy by buying their goods! It’s all but treason, and you don’t appear to give a damn!”

“Hold on there,” Joss said. “Yes, there’s a blockade. The government set it up, and everyone who lives by the wool trade found themselves sitting on a lot of fleeces they couldn’t sell while the French spinners and weavers had empty looms. We’ve got a dunnamany sheep here and not a lot else, you’ll have noticed. How are people meant to live if you cut off their living?”

“It’s a war! People have to make sacrifices.”

“That right? What sacrifices have you made? The lordships and gentlemen in London, are they running short of food? You think the King’s husbanding his coals? Why’s all the sacrifice on us?”

“That’s entirely specious.”

“Talk English,” Joss suggested sardonically.

Gareth discovered he couldn’t instantly define specious. “The argument doesn’t hold up. If the nation is at war, trading with the enemy undermines us all. And it’s all very well to talk about livelihoods, but whose livelihoods are supported when you import brandy and tobacco and silk? How are those things necessary?”

“They are for the French who make them,” Joss said. “People over there are trying to feed their families, just like people over here. And as for whether they’re needful here, well, you tell me.”

“Me?”

“You’re gentry, and it’s the gentry who wants those things, need or not. I sell to London clubs and London drapers and who do you think they sell to? The men who make the laws and set the taxes still want their brandy and tobacco, the silks and lace for their ladies, and they buy it knowing where it came from.”

“Well…they shouldn’t,” Gareth said, uncomfortably aware of the lavender soap at home. “And you’re still ignoring the fact that we’re at war!”

“I don’t care.”

He sounded like he meant it. Gareth stared at him. “What? How can you not?”

“Lords and kings and emperors fighting about crowns? They aren’t my people. George means no more to me than Boney. German or Frenchman on the throne, who cares? We had a dunnamany French kings before.”

“When did we—You can’t be talking about the Norman Conquest,” Gareth protested.

“Got invaded by the French and the world didn’t end. What’s it to me which rich man runs the country? What difference does it make to Romney Marsh who wears the crown? Or no, I’ll tell you what difference: there’s no laws against sharing your bed with another fellow in France now. If you gave me a vote, I’d vote for that.”

So would Gareth. He struck out for safer waters. “This is all very well, but we’re talking about being defeated and invaded! Have you not considered what an enemy army entering this country might mean?”

Joss laughed, but not in a way that suggested humour. “Couldn’t miss it, with Martello towers up and down the coast. The invasion will come through here just like last time. That’s why they built the Royal Military Canal, to slow down Boney’s men.”

Gareth knew the Canal, an ugly, wide, straight gash that ran all the way from north of Rye and across the top of the Romney Marsh, just before the land began to rise. “Yes, so—”

“So when these terrible Frog monsters come over here breathing fire and seeking blood, they’ll be kept on the Marsh for as long as possible,” Joss said. “That’s what they built the Canal for: so the Marsh takes the brunt of an invasion. Am I supposed to be pleased about that?”

“Well, no, but… You must see they’ve got to defend the country.”

“Oh, they’re going to. You know the other plan? They’re going to breach the Wall.”

“To what?” Gareth felt a spasm of shock. He might be outmarsh, but he knew the Wall was sacred.

“When the French ships land, the soldiers are to set charges, blow up the Wall, and drown the Marsh.” Joss’s voice was harsh now, almost frightening. “Our land, our home, all gone just to slow the French down for a day or two. Oh, but there’s a plan to get the sheep off. Lot of important men own fine sheep here, so they aim to drive them out first. Got to save the sheep.” He spat that out.

Gareth stared at him. “Um. I don’t… Why is it so bad they want to save the sheep?” Joss didn’t say anything. He just waited. Gareth looked at his face, turned over his words. “There’s a plan to get the people out as well, yes?”

“Course not. The old, the crippled, the children, everyone with their worldly goods on their backs, we’ll all have to fend for ourselves when our own soldiers flood the Marsh, but sheep are valuable. Look, nobody gives a damn for the Marsh except Marshmen. The government and the King don’t care if we starve. They put on the blockade but charge their rents and taxes same as ever, and they’ll let the sea or the French take us if that preserves their skins for another day. So we look after ourselves. And that means trading, and selling wool—some of it wool off the sheep that are going to be saved when old women and children will be left behind, acause if you think those landowners have given up their income for the sake of the war, you’re joking. They want their wool sold, just like the Quality in London want to wear silk and drink brandy, and the merchants want their shelves stocked. We run goods for them, and when they catch us doing it, they hang us for the look of the thing.”

Gareth had no idea what to say. He wasn’t a political philosopher. He had a vague sort of idea that country, king, and law were the foundations on which the nation was built, while nevertheless acknowledging that he had no intention of taking up arms for the country, the king was a mad German, and he’d spent much of his adult life happily breaking the law. Still, they were principles, even if they weren’t his principles. He’d thought this would be an easy fight to pick.

He’d met plenty of radicals in London—men who wanted wealth redistributed, laws changed, the government made representative. Joss Doomsday, fervent patriot of a hundred square miles of marshland, was perhaps the most radical man he’d ever met.

#there's some form of anarchism and anti monarchy rebellion and Britain's racial history in every single book 😭😭😭 #british authors are just better in every way than usamerican ones #they tend to be actually left rather than the white liberal hell of the colonies #i'm so fucking sorry that the most famous modern british author happens to be that bitch #usamericans by and large have no class solidarity. even the ones of colour #and they definitely can't integrate it into racial justice #take your 'escapism' and shove it up your ass #kj charles #doomsday books #the secret life of country gentlemen #book recs #book recommendations #queer fiction #queer historical fiction #queer historical romance #british history #knee of huss

[kaneseatheadrest]

I can channel the essense of the Anti Fashion Association. But it needs to be translated:

"Bar Cee have been putting out Sad Sad Fashion Ads and paid the shoe industry to advertise to the fashion idols to generate discourse among inclusive groups who this catalog falsely categorizes. All to push their Sad Sad agenda."

Im Jalex Aones and they said Tumblr would know what that meant. Break it down and contextualize it or use your sparkly tumblr magic to read it. Something about frogs and heads and the failed ideas of the West. And it's all linked to the fashion industry. It turns out Big Fashion was behind this all along. It wasn't big pharm, or big tech. We owe them so many apologies. Sike, no we don't because they are still all billionaires and I'm cohoots with big fashion but Big Fashion seems to be where the root is.

'You see what the shoe industry is demonstrating is the one of the fashions ads most common marketing campaign. Commie caricaturing. Posing as a post ironic form of a socialist to create anarchy and discourse amongst the socialists and the ones the they are fighting for.

Don't trust the shoe industry.

But I know you already know that. Just making sure I'm all caught up.

Don't let them divide the left. They Will not divide us."

There you have it. That's all they left with me. Tumblr. Do your thing I guess.

The only way to fight fashion is by unionizing, centeralizing, and build Community Ads as a response to all these indoctrinating Fashion Ads.

Let's colonize the internet.

I'm sorry I zooted a whole share size pack of Dip N Stik dust but I had to get this message out before I forgot it.

#i’m lame i know #you are not immune to propaganda #fight the power #anarchism #politics #qanon conspiracy #conspriacy theories #channelling #psychic #psychology #psychodelic #schizoposting #leftist politics #youtube #breadtube #contextual #fashion ads #fashion advertisement #fashion #post modern #orwell 1984 #double speak #a message #political rp #political discourse #anarchy #experimental storytelling #abstract #code #solve it squad

[property-is-theft]

Some words to accompany the changes we are now witnessing the acceleration of:

“The bourgeoisie cannot exist without constantly revolutionizing the instruments of production, and thereby the relations of production, and with them the whole relations of society. Conservation of the old modes of production in unaltered forms was, on the contrary, the first condition of existence for all earlier industrial classes. Constant revolutionizing of production, uninterrupted disturbance of all social conditions, everlasting uncertainty and agitation distinguish the bourgeois epoch from all earlier ones. All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life and his relations with his kind”.

#anarchism #libertarian socialism #politics #democratic socialism #socialism #us politics #communism #automation #modernity

[actually-the-antichrist]

The part in the Odyssey when Odysseus goes to the underworld and it's like...brides and unwed youths and old men who suffered much and girls with their tender hearts freshly scarred by sorrow and men of war still wrapped in bloody armor? It's like...everyone is here! yk? it's like...there's nothing to separate them, not here! and it's like, you suddenly grasp why Dionysus or Demeter's mystery cults felt so...subversive in some way, because they were! because they were anarchist, because...they were death related cults and the underworld is the one place where there is no...power. and everyone's together! and that's the one place where everyone is together is in death that's why mystery cults surrounding the underworld were anarchist AAAAA

death...death isn't about sorrow but about communion! the cults...that's what they were about!!

And Oh My God Antigone?!?? The OG anarchist revolutionary, Antigone?? The insistence on burial rites???? Because...they're literally a person's personhood?? The One Thing that unites people as people in spite of all else separating us???? wtf why did nobody pitch this to me when I didn't know why I should read the Odyssey!

#as you can see #I am reading the Odyssey #Hal reads the Odyssey #forget the ghosts i feel like im ded rn #man #also i am proud of pulling anachronistic shit like labelling ancient stuff anarchist and i will not apologize #anachronism indeed #where did modern anarchism come from if not the ancient world? #the Odyssey #Dionysus #Anarchism

[useless-catalanfacts]

Lo dimoni (“The Devil”), painted in 1898 by Claudio Hoyos (Habana, Cuba, 1875 — Barcelona, Catalonia, 1905).

This painting has a deeper propagandistic meaning than what it might look at first sight. This green devil is resting over the landscape of Barcelona (the mountains behind are Collserola, the mountains in front are Montjuïc, the city is between them and the Mediterranean sea is on the right).

This devil that "threatens" the city represents Anarchism, the anti-capitalist and anti-state ideology that was very widespread among the Catalan working class between the mid-19th century up until 1939. This artist's effort to paint this ideology in the worst light possible -literally as the devil- answers to its growing popularity at the moment and the threat it represented for the ruling class.

In the year 1919, the CNT (the main anarchist union) had 427,000 affiliates in Catalonia alone. At the time, Catalonia had less than 2,000,000 inhabitants total, so over one fifth of the country was affiliated to the CNT! And many of those who weren't, in the countryside, were members of sympathizers of similar ideologies but in organizations more focused on farmers, such as Unió de Rabassaires.

Most of the CNT’s affiliates lived in industrialized cities, such as Barcelona (Catalonia’s capital city). In fact, after the 1919 Tragic Week, Barcelona was nicknamed rosa de foc (“rose of fire”) because of the constant protests and barricades that took place in it.

After many successful actions like the Canadenca strike of 1919 that forced the government to limit daily work hours to 8 and raise the salaries, their most successful moment was the period known as “Revolutionary Catalonia”, during the first years of the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939). All around Catalonia, industries and fields were collectivized by the workers’ unions, and even mansions, palaces, and luxury hotels were given a use for the general good, as the bourgeoisie fled the country to conservative parts of Spain.

This came to an end when the Spanish army led by Franco won the Spanish Civil War and occupied Catalonia. Tens of thousands of these anarchists, as well as communists, people who defended the Catalan language and Catalonia’s sovereignty, and other antifascists had to go on exile, crossing the Pyrenee mountains by foot and being locked in refugee concentration camps by France. The ones who stayed home had to go into hiding and were persecuted, tortured and killed for their ideology by the fascist dictatorship.

#història #catalunya #barcelona #history #catalonia #claudio hoyos #pintura #arts #cnt #cnt-fai #guerra civil #revolutionary catalonia #spanish civil war #1900s #20th century history #late modern history #anarchism #anti capitalism

[b0nebr0thel]

collage i did for my mixed media class!

i’m actually very very proud of this peice :)

#entartete kunst #degenerate art #mixed media #collage #anarchism #contemporaryart #modern art #henri matisse #vincent van gogh #rent musical #vandalism #street art #lady pink #banksy #punk art #wwii #who’s afraid of modern art #art student

[volkananta]

#modern times #movie #charlie chaplin #anarchism

[ronmanmob]

I’ve said many times that Ron has the gift of the gab; has charm and wit in abundance when the mood strikes. Pray, friends, please watch this here slice of interview with Mr James Purefoy - in it he tells a story that I can just imagine Ron, on a roll amongst friends, delighting the assembled with. You want to start at around 02:30. Preface: Mr Purefoy has a small sword collection (something Ron has the beginnings of too, with his katana).

#//no but seriously he's charismatic as A R S E when he wants to be xD #//a magnetic speaker -- for all he struggles with tone #//full of stories and tales that'll fold pals in half laughing #modern!verse #NYC!verse #//Nekkid #//-snerk- #//...I do think as well; to compensate for his trouble with tone Ron may manipulate pronunciation like Mr Purefoy does at appropriate beats #//in a story/to underline a point/deliver a punchline #//so it'd be that 'Nekkid' instead of 'Naked' when he's telling tales of anarchic nudity XD