They Devour My Passion!

I only want to graze and charge in my defense…

Howl No More, Death Distorted

Leapt and slept from the view up down to the chasmic floor…

The Silent Nomad

An invisible path of minutes, hours, days and years devoted to silence…

The Silence of Active Anarchy

I really don’t want to start this piece with “I”. It’s the strategy I’ve used for several years now, straining to discover my self over again. I felt that if I could just reach deep enough, discover some true knowledge at the base of my collective memory, I would be able to send it out to everyone and the social cohesion I dearly embrace in anarchy and chaos would come. I’ve yet to make any concrete relationships or have special moments with people of the same framework. I know they’re out there, feel their desire for true happiness and joy, but despise the lack of actual connection, touching their skin, holding their hands, feeding them and accomplishing our task of destroying control and hierarchy.

I was hugged today. Actually, I was asked to hug and I did, with slight hesitance and hardly forthright. It felt odd coming from a stranger, but I didn’t reel or excuse myself. I tend to do so from certain conversations and certain people who’ve been locked indoors too long. They seem to be 20 or 30 years older than me. Not that I’m judging.

The depth with which Crimethinkers are now writing and expressing self- and collective-consciousness is enthralling but desperate. I’ve been attached to their ideology for years now, at least 10. I’ve grown older and more desperate to enact the ideals but feel as helpless, not being able to foresee anarchist reformation in the form we want, with the content we’ve designed internally. There’s some fault in their grasp at common culture, tagging social, technological and informational institutions in their words, relating their movements as precursors to the now wildly popular networks of horizontalism spreading across subversive populism in USA. I feel for Crimethink because the only credit they’ve received on a mass scale is one they conjure from the success of others who’ve sold it for dollars. But I still maintain. What? I don’t yet know.

With every bit of desperation I accrue from an aging anarchist community, I summate the years of my life as uneventful. There is still something, some really big “thing” I’ve yet to do to spread the fire. I remain hesitant to free my passions because the past has taught me much about intolerance. I’m afraid of the euphoric hedonism of younger people with little time to spend on the mutual re-treading of USAn socialization. The paths they’re digging so deep to lay foundations mildly mimic what we’re so interested in filling with a substance soft enough to be often remolded. They don’t see a possibility of living as such, instead studying slow-moving landslides years in the making. It’s a perfect metaphor for the speed with which our colorful, anecdotal, cultural heritage decides to act upon the ideas.

Everything is just so cool now because we all think it is. The only cool to me is the weather near midnight in a far, northern, hemispheric locale. Miles Davis was cool but he’s dead and his music can’t be as alive as it was coming from his horn. Hardly do I age myself to revive a simple statement about where a word comes from. Same goes for the initial construction of what it means to be opposed to power and control. Every generation, century and epoch have voices and texts to describe a feeling of alienation-free living, but we’re yet to find one. Instead, we have many who can’t move beyond single-source knowledge. All I can do is follow in-step to get out my inadequacy of being such a voice. Too many voices clouting the wavelengths hidden in plastic.

Being actively voiceless is the answer. I cannot do so with my lover, but I can do so with all others. I can provide an action when asked, without saying a word to express why or how. I can become enigmatically productive without having to express the ideology derived to inspire me to the point. I can be the best friend you’ve had without ever having to create a verbal or written representation of communication. I can be the creature of beauty you never quite hear but always feel what they say. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could just talk for one moment? Then it defeats the defeatist to do so.

I retain silence throughout my day – from 8:30 am to 4:30 pm. I will command to a lesser animal out of protection. But I speak to no one unless asked. I don’t want to have to avoid in order to remain silently salient and I must continue to be who I am. Will he or she understand? Will they find it rude? Is that the discomfort I first need to overcome? Will it hurt them or me? Should I not call it discomfort, but call it what it is – fear? I fear not if I do to protect that which is closest to me. The fire and passion of what I have yet to do for all of you.

There isn’t a need to produce intelligent lexicon for this occasion. The theme doesn’t need to be politically-scientific or sociological. It shouldn’t dwell in psychological depth or anthropological calcification. I needn’t struggle to demand an activist rhetoric of allegiance. There is no voice of the voiceless, just the silence of the voiceless. This is surely not a bowing out, giving in or surrender but a proper stance and force extraneous to power and control. A force of steadiness external to spirit and contained within a human. I don’t look to others for help and surely not to meta-presence which cannot respond to my lingual absence. There is no literal celibacy or cloistered rhythm to take the place of active anarchy. Sense what I do and let’s not perceive what I say.

There is no end to the beginning of what never started in the first place…

Unattached to the Patchwork

What do you do when someone questions your nature? You know who you are but they give you excuses for going against their grain.

“That’s me, I go against the grain.”

Maybe that’s why I know I die alone, doing what gets me there, being stronger, faster, and mightier than the rest while playing a simple game that leaves me on the other end of happy.

When you fight for your ideals you realize. I see how much I can toy with the ones I love the most, and while they toy back, are they really ready to get out there? I find, not so much. They don’t want to go toe-to-toe with what dangers us most – the tiptoe between carnal knowledge and appeasing authority.

Do I want to sit still and never move? I was in a good mood and when I’m happy I test the waters of reality, of what’s next. It’s easy to be somewhere without security as long as you have a companion of flesh or will. I have both but still yearn for an ultimate fight with life and death. I want to test my aggressive intellect on others and see if it leads to a revolutionary party with intensity to surprise USA’s status quotidian. Can that be done anywhere?

Not without these words, ideas and love songs getting to you any way possible. When I ask myself – the deepest parts of what I think are my secrets – I find you’ve all been there as well. It’s nothing new to some of you, and to others you see the integration long sought after. You may have it in your own way as well. I’ve learned from you. How well, I can’t be a fair judge except to say it’s me. She, it, them, us, you and the images patch worked to a frame are also micah. I’m the magnificent creator of a world known by those who know, which aren’t many but enough at home. This is the key to me, the piece to a puzzle that seems to end tonight. The next clue will be the final one.

It’s my profession – woof! woof! – it’s what I do. It’s what I do to escape the fact service will not be my life if I stay with a wanderer. Which one is me? Which one is related to fear and which to laziness? And what am I willing to conquer first? Service or Wander? CoCs or WoUT? Children of Chaotic Sense or Wanderers of Universal Thought?

I feel like I’m taking a leap.

Seagull and the Singular Will

In any matter of person-less, I can find more of us in all forms…

Inner Liberation Through Anarchy

According to Hakim Bey in “TAZ”, there are seven “magical weapons” anarchy lacks in order to be as effective as “inner liberation”. They are as follows:

1. A sense of the meta-rational; ways to go into smooth, nomadic or chaotic thinking and perception
2. An actual definition of self-realized or liberated consciousness and how to approach it
3. A coherent archetypal view of epistemology using hermeneutic phenomenology to uncover meaning
4. A teaching of sexuality and pleasure used for awareness and liberation
5. An attitude of celebration; relieving psychic debt through generosity
6. A language to communicate the first five steps of cognition: sense/perception, consciousness, knowledge/meaning, sexuality, happiness
7. silence

A Sense of the Meta-Rational

Hakim Bey intentions a narrative with natural transitions easing an understanding for the power and fluency of anarchy as a model and actuated lifestyle. The first quizzical conundrum of developing a sense of the meta-rational lies in what it means to sense forms of cognition, such as rationality or meta-rationality. To experience a paradigmatic shift of worldview from ration to meta-ration is not a simple task for most people, especially those whose mentalities are dominated by overt doing, reaction or physicality. There is not only personal reason for the individual to overcome, but social pressure from affiliation disallowing “smooth”, “nomadic” and especially “chaotic” thinking.

Smooth thinking tends to result in a posture of natural balance, where one works with identity, relationships, roles and meta-physicality until workless is awareness and comfort in the consistent state. The difficulty of smooth thinking leading to meta-rationality is the perception higher cognitive states can’t be achieved in actualized circumstances. Rationality in the scholastic sense applies a level of technical and intellectual burden to everyday life, rather than the sophomoric, anti-teknics insinuated within Bey’s meta-rationality – organically calculating amounting to fluidly instinctive! Though meta-rationality tends toward primitive nomadism, smooth thinking as a contributing sense means accepting forces others naively support as common thought within a dilettante, philosophical framework. With fateless, conscious adaptation to life-as-known, smoothly-living-unknown is effortless.

As for nomadic thinking, Homo and especially USAn are far from the terrestrial vagabonding never quite adopted by colonizers. To have a sense of meta-rationality through nomadism, it is imperative for those unaccustomed to attend to Native American and indigenous ideologies and spirituality. The sheer generality and wander! of naturalism neurologically patterned in the native cosmic systems are hardly attainable through postpartum learning. Yet, even the modern native has been coerced into rational representation, albeit a settled restraint to the Rez. There are neoteric forms of nomadism developing in small, mostly anarchic groups and communities; those who roam with what fits into a pack, on a bike or in a car, never to be stable for more than what’s acceptable to minute mind and brief body. They are syndicated on mutuality, anarchy without adjectives, and co-operation morphing survival into living, caring and loving the needs and abilities of one another. But the struggle for arrogating such nomadic thinking lies in the denial of identity alteration and acceptance, with lifestyles rarely catering to the social individual, while the individualist is instead forced to flex compliance and brief conformity during a struggle to retain meta-rational motivation.

Chaotic thinking is the most deliberate and personally harmful, yet when a social shift of mass proportion meta-enlightens the horde, those prepared in chaos! are fully advantageous. To meta-rationalize in non-linearity produces constant opposition, for the majority of humans take chaos as either disorder or survive and thrive on artificial ordination. With such a civil expectation traversing from hierarchical plateaus as well as the very intimates intending to love and care unconditionally for one another, there are deep-seated burdens which no chasmic cloud, tide, leaf or nervous system can fill. Chaotic thinking and eco-logic threaten love, allegiance, consideration and respect, teetering on pagan and Satanic eros- and thanatos-driven psychoanalytic drivel if not rudimentarily perceived in smooth and nomadic terms. A sacrosanct, introverted investment in chaos does not lead to negative attitudes or uniquely human destructive behaviors, but it will alienate the meta-rationality of transcendentalism, which tends to be at the root of anarchy in affluency. Chaos existed in a primal form before this, and to begin there is to end now.

Smooth, Nomadic and Chaotic Ways

What are the “ways” to enter smooth, nomadic and chaotic thinking? There is only one way, though there are steps in the meantime, spaces and location for times to pass until attention is accrued by the thinking type itself.

Smooth thinking is the least adverse to common human goals. Most people want simplicity, balance, ease and self-control. Synonymous doctrines for smoothness can be found everywhere, as the denier cri for all ideological searches. By using smooth thinking cooperatively with rationality, we can absolve differentiation through plural identification – find it in everything literal. With one objective superseding flagrant esotericism, the mind becomes underwhelmed and less trained by abject repetition. Take the depths and shallows of philosophical, economic, political, pornographic, or scientific literature and art and peel away layer after layer to uncover understanding, well-being, respect, intimacy, and wonder – all possessing similar senses of meta-rationality. Inherit an obtund sensitivity for judgment and analysis, instead pummeling the actionable breadth of smoothness from all options into awesome activity!

Nomadic thinking is the most sincerely active of the three, unifying transiency and novelty to experiences guided toward sustainability and genuine livelihood. There are many examples of communities, group thoughts, cultures and civilizations developed in the rights of natural and organic inclusion, whereby humanity and wilderness are the same along a rhizomatic spectrum. With the ability to interweave in and out of social circumstances entitling base-need satisfaction, the nomad adopts habits and movements enabling just integration and transcendent individuation. The flexibility of the nomad feeds directly off of the “smoothness transition”, an inevitable outcome from searching and finding apt plurality in self-conscious sense and perception. It is a subliminal diversion representing covert injections! of anarchic magic into ordained social and psychological adaptations.

The necromantic fate of chaotic thinking simply suggests that who and what we are right now! is gone. The sensation and perception of traditionalism is predestined to collapse (Think of Greek, Enlightenment and Victorian hermeneutics and semiotics to never happen – no! Locke, Hume, Kant, Hegel, de Saussure, Husserl, Mach, Fechner, Weber, Bregman and on and on and no and.. No! representation through conceptualization.) The structural functions of atomic positivism faintly retained in recollected hindsight and collective memory is heedless to the personable objections made at linear objectification. In such objections, a path will be untraced, smoothed out, trampled on by travelers and transients with no ends, endpoints or need for eschatological end of days in mind, body or backpack. The indeterminancy of chaotically-adaptive thinking remains as such until it provides determined use, hence the proscriptive rationality and advent of meta-rational shifts in what we assume to be obviously logical yet truly, insanely protological.

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