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Title: American Anarchist Aesthetic Author: Francis Sullivan Date: May 22nd 2021 Language: en Topics: community, Anarchist culture, Perspectives on Anarchist Theory Source: Retrieved on 5/22/2021 from https://twitter.com/DaddyFrankD/status/1396193071205867530?s=20
American Anarchist Aesthetic - A Hope
Francis Sullivan
It would be the collective down the street with an oversized garage/shop
where you go to get your collective's vehicles serviced and visit with
when you bring them eggs from your chickens.
It would be that apartment building with the daycare and doctor on the
ground floor.
It would be the park that is a community garden and livestock pen that
folks volunteer to make produce. It would be the nomadic collective that
brings in pallets of flour weekly from the rural collectives in the
enclosed trailer behind their RV.
It would be the collective on the cul du sac down the way that has an
apiary, berry bushes all over what used to be yards and the grass
between the sidewalk and street, and a brewery with an outdoor stage and
shade structure in the former street where you go to imbibe.
It would be the members of every collective who are capable of hard
labor who pitch in to build a new home, or workshop or other building
for the new folks who came in with nothing.
It would be the class of kids and their teacher spending a few hours
every day walking around learning from the folks going about their
lives.
It would be that 5 acre sister collective out in Colorado that you know
you can go to in case you need to escape your trauma for a while.
It would be the collective on the Gulf Coast you visit once a year to go
sailing with your family.
It would be the comrade who served in the now gone military who teaches
what they learned to everyone who wants to defend the community... who
themselves are a cautionary tale of the horror of war.
It would be the laughter, the shoulder to cry on, the never worrying
about losing your home or your child going hungry.
It would be the often spirited community consensus meetings where
representatives of each collective and the members hash out the best
solution to a given problem without dictating the proper solution to
anyone.
It would be the stories each member tells of how their collective
began... the folding table in a park handing out sandwiches told from 5
different perspectives story... or the foreclosure that made them
homeless so they decided to build a home for themselves and 18 others.
It would be the songs old and new sung solo or together, and the
sculpture the artists down the way carved with the help of a dozen kids
from the lightning struck oak that died last ye