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Title: Call Author: Anonymous Language: en Topics: Tiqqun, invisibility, invisible committee, post-left, anti-politics, insurrectionist Notes: Translated for US-English by Lawrence Jarach (in communication with the authors)
Nothing is missing from the triumph of civilization. Neither political
terror nor emotional poverty. Nor universal sterility.
The desert can no longer expand: it is everywhere. But it can still
deepen.
Faced with the obviousness of the catastrophe, there are those who
become indignant and those who take note, those who denounce and those
who get organized. We are on the side of those who get organized.
This is a call. That is to say it aims at those who can hear it. The
question is not to demonstrate, to argue, to convince. We will go
directly to what is already obvious. This is not primarily a matter of
logic or reasoning. What is obvious is what is perceptible, the realm of
reality.
There is an clarity to every reality. What is held in common or what
sets things apart. After which communication becomes possible again,
communication which is no longer presupposed, but which is to be built.
And this network of obvious things that make us up, we have been taught
so well to doubt it, to avoid it, to conceal it, to keep it to
ourselves. We have been taught so well, that we lack the words when we
want to shout.
As for the order we live under, everyone knows what it consists of: the
empire is staring us in the face. That a dying social system has no
other justification to its arbitrary nature than its absurd
determination — its senile determination — simply to linger on; that the
global and national police have received a free hand to get rid of those
who do not toe the line; that civilization, wounded in its heart, no
longer encounters anything but its own limits in the endless war it has
begun; that this headlong flight, already almost a century old, produces
nothing but a series of increasingly frequent disasters; that the mass
of humans accommodate themselves to this order of things by means of
lies, cynicism, brutalization, or pills — no one can claim to ignore
these things any longer.
And the sport that consists in endlessly describing the present
disaster, with a varying degree of complaisance, is just another way of
saying: “that’s the way it is”; the prize of infamy going to
journalists, to all those who pretend every morning to rediscover the
bullshit they only just noticed the day before.
But what is most striking, for the time being, is not the arrogance of
empire, but rather the weakness of the counter-attack. Like a colossal
paralysis. A mass paralysis, which will sometimes cause people to say
that nothing can be done, but who will sometimes concede, when pushed to
their limit, that “there is so much to do” — which isn’t any different.
Then, at the margins of this paralysis, there is the “we really have to
do something, anything” of the activists.
Seattle, Prague, Genoa, the struggle against GMOs, the movement of the
unemployed; we have played our part, we have taken sides in the
struggles of recent years; and of course not that of extraparliamentary
(for now) coalition of Leftists from Attac or the Negrist
antiglobalization militants of Tute Bianche.
The folklore of protests has ceased to amuse us. In the last decade, we
have seen the dull monologue of Marxism-Leninism being regurgitated from
the mouths of high school students. We have seen the purest anarchism
negate what it cannot comprehend. We have seen the most tedious
economism — that of our friends at Le Monde Diplomatique — becoming the
new popular religion. And Negrism asserts itself as the only alternative
to the intellectual rout of the global left.
Everywhere militantism has gone back to raising its rickety
constructions, its depressing networks, until it is exhausted.
It took no more than three years for the cops, unions, and other
informal bureaucracies to dismantle the short-lived Anti-Globalization
Movement. To control it. To divide it into separate “areas of struggle,”
each as profitable as it is sterile. In these times, from Davos to Porto
Alegre, from the French bosses’ union Medef to the Spanish CNT,
capitalism and anti-capitalism point to the same missing horizon. The
same truncated prospect of managing the disaster.
What opposes this dominant desolation is nothing but another desolation,
just less well-stocked. Everywhere there is the same idiotic idea of
happiness. The same games of spastic power. The same defused
superficiality. The same emotional illiteracy. The same desert.
We say that this epoch is a desert, and that this desert is incessantly
deepening. This is no poetic device; it is obvious. This obviousness
holds many others. Notably the rupture with all who protest, all who
denounce, and all who ramble on about the disaster.
She who denounces exempts herself.
Everything appears as if Leftists were accumulating reasons to revolt
the same way a manager accumulates the means to dominate. That is to say
with the same delight.
The desert is the progressive depopulation of the world. The habit we
have adopted of living as if we were not of this world. The desert
exists in the continuous, massive, and programmed proletarianization of
populations, just as in California suburbs, where distress lies
precisely in the fact that no one seems to experience it.
That the present desert is not perceived only verifies its existence.
Some have tried to name the desert. To point out what has to be fought —
not as the action of some foreign agent, but as an ensemble of
relations. They have talked about the Spectacle, about Biopower, about
Empire. But this only adds to the current confusion.
The spectacle is not an easy abbreviation for mass media. It lives just
as much in the cruelty with which our own false image is endlessly
thrown back at us.
Biopower is not a synonym for social security, the welfare state, or the
pharmaceutical industry; but it pleasantly lodges itself in the care
that we take of our pretty bodies, in a certain physical estrangement
from oneself as well as from others.
Empire is not some kind of extraterrestrial entity, a worldwide
conspiracy of governments, financial networks, technocrats, and
multinational corporations. Empire is everywhere nothing is happening.
Everywhere things are working. Everywhere the status quo reigns.
We continue to see the enemy as a subject that faces us — instead of
experiencing it as a relationship that binds us — we confine ourselves
to the struggle against confinement. We reproduce the worst
relationships of dominance under the pretext of an alternative. We set
up shops for selling the struggle against the commodity. We see the rise
of the authorities of the anti-authoritarian struggle, macho feminism,
and racist attacks by anti-fascists.
At every moment we are taking part in a situation. Within a situation
there are no subjects and objects, I and the other, my desires and
reality — only an ensemble of relationships, an ensemble of the fluxes
that traverse it.
There is a general context — capitalism, civilization, empire, as you
wish — a general context that not only intends to control each situation
but, even worse, seeks a way to make sure as often as possible, that
there is no situation. They have planned out streets and homes, language
and emotions, even the global tempo that drives all of it, only for that
purpose. Everywhere different realms are made to slide by each other and
be ignored. The normal situation is this absence of a situation.
To get organized means: to get out of the situation and not merely
challenge it. To take sides within it. Weaving the necessary material,
emotional, and political solidarities. This is what any strike does in
any office, in any factory. This is what any gang does. Any underground;
any revolutionary or counter-revolutionary party. To get organized
means: to give substance to the situation. Making it real, tangible.
Reality is not capitalist.
Our position within a situation determines our need to become allies,
and for that reason to establish some lines of communication, some wider
current or tendency. In turn those new links reconfigure the situation.
We call the situation that we are backed into Global Civil War. Where
there is no longer anything that can limit the confrontation between the
opposing forces. Not even the law, which comes into play as one more
form of the generalized confrontation.
The We that speaks here is not a definable, isolated We, the We of a
group. It is the We of a position. This position is asserted currently
as a double secession: first a secession from the process of capitalist
valorization, then secession from all the sterility imposed by a mere
opposition to empire (extra-parliamentary or otherwise); a secession
therefore from the Left. Here secession means less a practical refusal
to communicate than a disposition to forms of communication so intense
that, when put into practice, they snatch from the enemy most of its
power. To put it briefly, such a position borrows sudden force from the
Black Panthers, collective dining halls from the German Autonomen, tree
houses and the art of sabotage from the British neo-Luddites, the
careful choice of words from radical feminists, mass self-reductions
from the Italian autonomists, and armed joy from the June 2^(nd)
Movement.
For us there is no longer any friendship that is not political.
The unlimited escalation of control is a hopeless response to the
predictable breakdowns of the system. Nothing that is expressed in the
known distribution of political identities is able to lead beyond the
disaster.
Therefore, we begin by withdrawing from them. We contest nothing, we
demand nothing. We constitute ourselves as a force, as a material force,
as an autonomous material force within the Global Civil War.
This call sets out its foundations.
In France a new weapon of crowd dispersal, a kind of wooden
fragmentation grenade is being tested. In Oregon it is proposed that
demonstrators blocking traffic receive twenty-five year sentences. The
Israeli army is becoming the most prominent consultant in urban
pacification; experts from all over the world rush to marvel at the
latest discoveries, both formidable and subtle, in methods to eliminate
subversives. It would appear that the art of wounding — injuring one to
frighten a hundred — has reached new heights. And then, of course,
there’s what gets called Terrorism. That is, “any offence committed
intentionally by an individual or a group against one or more countries,
their institutions or their populations, and aiming at threatening
and/or seriously undermining or destroying the political, economic, or
social structures of a country.” That’s the definition of the European
Commission. In the United States there are more prisoners than farmers.
As it is reorganized and progressively recaptured, public space is
blanketed with cameras. It is not only that surveillance is now
possible, it is that is has become particularly acceptable. All sorts of
lists of suspects circulate from department to department, and we can
barely make out their probable uses. Protected by the police, gangs of
paramilitaries replace the positions once held by gossips and snitches,
figures of another era. A former head of the CIA, one of those people
who, on the opposing side, get organized rather than get indignant,
writes in Le Monde: “More than a war against terrorism, what is at stake
is the extension of democracy to the parts of the [Arab and Muslim]
world that threaten liberal civilization, the construction and the
defense of which we have worked for throughout the 20^(th) century,
during the First, and then the Second World War, followed by the Cold
War — or the Third World War.”
Nothing shocks us about this; nothing catches us unawares or radically
alters our feeling toward life. We were born inside the catastrophe and
we have established a strange and comfortable relation of habit with it.
Almost an intimacy. For as long as we can remember there has been no
news besides that of the Global Civil War. We have been raised as
survivors, as machines of survival. We have been raised with the idea
that life consists in continually going on; walking in indifference
until crushed among other bodies who walk identically, who stumble and
get crushed in turn. In the end, the only novelty of the present epoch
is that none of this can be hidden anymore, that in a sense everybody
knows it. Hence the most recent visible hardening of the system: its
motives are exposed, it would be pointless to wish them away.
Many wonder why no part of the Left or far-Left, no known political
force, is capable of opposing this course of events. “We still live in a
democracy, right?” They can wonder for a long time: nothing that is
expressed within the framework of traditional politics will ever be able
to limit the advance of the desert, because traditional politics is part
of the desert.
When we say this it’s not in order to advocate extra-parliamentary
politics as an antidote to liberal democracy. The popular manifesto “We
are the Left,” signed a couple of years ago by all the social justice
collectives and social movements to be found in France, expresses well
enough the logic that, for thirty years, has driven extra-parliamentary
politics: we do not want to seize power, overthrow the state, etc.;
really we want to be recognized as valid representatives.
Wherever the classical conception of politics prevails, the same
impotence prevails opposite the disaster. That this impotence is widely
distributed between a variety of eventually reconcilable identities
changes nothing about it. The anarchist from the Federation Anarchiste,
the council communist, the Trotskyist from Attac and the lawmaker start
from the same amputation; they spread the same desert.
Politics, for them, is what is settled, said, done, and decided between
men. The assembly that gathers them all, that gathers all human beings
in abstraction from their respective realms, forms the ideal political
situation. The economy, the economic sphere, follows logically: it is a
both a necessary and impossible management of all that was left outside
the assembly, of all that was determined to be non-political and which
then becomes family, business, private life, leisure, pastimes, culture,
etc.
That is how the classical definition of politics spreads the desert: by
abstracting humans from their world, by disconnecting them from the
network of things, habits, words, fetishes, emotions, places,
solidarities that make up their world, their perceptual world, and that
gives them their specific substance.
Classical politics is the glorious staging of bodies without a theater.
But the theatrical assembly of political individualities poorly masks
the desert that it is. There is no human society separated from the sum
of human and non-human beings. There is a plurality of realms. Of realms
that are all the more real because they are shared. And that coexist.
Politics, in truth, is the interplay between different realms, the
alliance between those that are compatible and the confrontation between
those that are irreconcilable.
Therefore we say that the central political fact of the last thirty
years went unnoticed. Because it took place at such a deep level of
reality that it cannot be called political without bringing about a
revolution in the very notion of the political. Because this level of
reality is also the one where the division is elaborated between what is
taken for reality and what is not. This central fact is the triumph of
Existential Liberalism. The fact that it is now considered natural for
everyone to have a rapport with the world based on the idea that each
person has her own life. That such a life consists in a series of
choices, good or bad. That each person can define herself by an ensemble
of qualities, of properties, that make her, through her continual
balancing of those properties, a unique and irreplaceable being. That
the contract adequately epitomizes relations between individuals, and
that respect epitomizes all virtue. That language is nothing but a means
of arriving at an agreement. That, in reality, the world is composed on
one side of things to manage, and on the other of an ocean of
self-absorbed individuals, who in turn have a regrettable tendency to
turn themselves into things, letting themselves become managed.
Of course, cynicism is only one of the possible features of the infinite
clinical diagnoses of Existential Liberalism. It also includes
depression, apathy, immunodeficiency (every immune system is
intrinsically collective), dishonesty, judicial harassment, chronic
dissatisfaction, denied affection, isolation, illusions of citizenship,
and the loss of all generosity.
Existential liberalism has propagated its desert so well that even the
most sincere Leftists express their utopia with its very terms. “We will
rebuild an egalitarian society in which each person makes her
contribution and from which each person gets her needs met from it... As
far as individual desires are concerned, it could be egalitarian if each
person consumes in proportion to the efforts she is ready to contribute.
Naturally it will be necessary to redefine the method of evaluating the
efforts contributed by each person,” write the organizers of the
Alternative, Anti-capitalist, and Anti-war Village against the G8 summit
in Evian in a text entitled When Capitalism and Wage Labor Will Have
Been Abolished! Here is a key to the triumph of Empire: managing to keep
in the shadows, to surround with silence the very terrain on which it
maneuvers, the field upon which it fights the decisive battle: that of
manipulating feelings, of defining the limits of the perceptible. In
such a way it preventively paralyzes any defense at the very moment of
its operation, and ruins the very idea of a counter-offensive. The
victory is won whenever the militant, at the end of a hard day of
Political Work, slumps down in front of an action movie.
When they see us withdraw from the painful rituals of classical politics
— the general assembly, the meeting, the negotiation, the protest, the
demand — when they hear us speak about the perceptible realm rather than
about work, IDs, pensions, or freedom of movement, militants give us a
pitying look. “Poor guys,” they seem to say, “they are resigning
themselves to minority politics, they have retreated into their ghetto,
and renounced any widening of the struggle. They will never be part of a
movement.” But we believe exactly the opposite: it is they who resign
themselves to minority politics by speaking their language of false
objectivity, whose gravity consists of nothing more than repetition and
rhetoric. Nobody is fooled by the veiled contempt with which they talk
about the worries of The People, and which allows them to go from the
unemployed person to the illegal immigrant, from the striker to the
prostitute without ever putting themselves at risk — their contempt is
that obvious. Their will to widen the struggle is nothing but a way to
flee from those who are already there, and, above all, from those they
would dread living with. And finally, it is they who are loath to admit
the political meaning of sensitivity, who have to rely on sentimentality
as their pitiful driving force. All in all, we prefer to start from
small and dense nuclei than from a vast and loose network. We are
familiar enough with that spinelessness.
Those who would respond to the urgency of the situation with the urgency
of their reaction only add to the suffocation.
Their manner of intervention, of their agitation, points to the rest of
their politics.
As for us, the urgency of the situation liberates us from all
considerations of legality or legitimacy, which have, in any case,
become uninhabitable.
That it might take a generation to build a victorious revolutionary
movement in all its breadth does not cause us to retreat. We think about
this with serenity. Just as we serenely recognize the criminal nature of
our existence, and of our deeds.
We have known, and are still familiar with, the temptation of activism.
The counter-summits, the campaigns against evictions, against new
security laws and the building of new prisons, the occupations, the
No-Border camps; the parade of all of this. The progressive dispersion
of collectives responding to the same dispersion of activity. Running
after the movements.
Feeling our power on an ad hoc basis, but at the price of returning each
time to an underlying powerlessness. Paying a high price for each
campaign. Letting it consume all the energy that we have. Then moving to
the next one, each time more out of breath, more exhausted, more
saddened.
And little by little, through demanding, through denouncing, we become
incapable of sensing what is supposed to be the basis of our engagement,
the nature of the urgency that flows through us.
Activism is the first reflex. The standard response to the urgency of
the present situation. The perpetual mobilization in the name of urgency
is what our governments and our bosses have made us used to, even when
we fight against them.
Forms of life disappear every day; plant and animal species, human
experiences and countless relationships between living beings and ways
of living. But our feeling of urgency is tied less to the speed of these
extinctions than to their irreversibility, and even more to our
inability to repopulate the desert.
The activist mobilizes herself against the catastrophe. But only to
prolong it. Her haste consumes what little of the world remains. The
activist answer to urgency remains faithful to the regime of urgency,
with no hope of getting out of it or interrupting it.
The activist wants to be everywhere. She goes everywhere the rhythm of
the breakdown of the machine leads her. Everywhere she brings her
pragmatic inventiveness, the festive energy of her opposition to the
catastrophe. Without a doubt, the activist gets shit done. But she never
devotes herself to thinking about how to do it. How to hinder concretely
the progress of the desert, in order to establish inhabitable worlds
without waiting.
We desert activism. Without forgetting what gives it strength: a certain
presence within the situation. An ease of movement within it. A way to
apprehend the struggle; not from a moral or ideological angle, but
technically and tactically.
Old militantism provides the opposite example. There is something
amazing about the cluelessness of militants in various situations. We
remember this scene from Genoa: about 50 militants of the Trostkyist
Ligue Communiste Révolutionnaire wave their red flags labeled “100% on
the Left.” They are motionless, timeless. They shout their pre-approved
slogans, surrounded by peace-police. Meanwhile, a few meters away, some
of us fight the lines of carabinieri, throwing back teargas canisters,
ripping up paving stones to make projectiles, preparing Molotov
cocktails with bottles found in the trash and gasoline from overturned
Vespas. When compelled to comment on us the militants speak of
adventurism, mindlessness. Their pretext is that the conditions are not
right. We say that nothing was lacking, that everything was there —
except them.
What we desert in militantism is this absence from the situation. Just
as we desert the inconsistency to which activism condemns them.
Activists themselves feel this inconsistency. And this is why,
periodically, they turn toward their elders, the militants. They borrow
their strategies, terrains of struggle, slogans. What appeals to them in
militantism is the consistency, the structure, the loyalty they lack.
And so the activists revert to old-new disputes and demand —
“citizenship for all,” “free movement of people,” “guaranteed income,”
“free public transport.”
The problem with demands is that, by formulating needs in terms that
make them audible to power, they say nothing about those needs, and what
real transformations of the world they require. Thus, demanding free
public transportation says nothing of our need to travel rather than be
transported, of our need for slowness. In addition, demands often end up
masking the real conflicts. Demanding free public transportation only
slows the spread of fare-dodging techniques, at least for this specific
milieu. Calling for the free movement of people merely means avoiding
the issue of a practical escape from a tightening of control. Fighting
for a guaranteed income is, at best, to condemn ourselves to the
illusion that an amelioration of the worst of capitalism is necessary to
get out of it. Whatever form it takes, the impasse is always the same:
the subjective resources mobilized may be revolutionary, yet they remain
imbedded in a program of (radical) reformism. Under the pretext of
overcoming the alternative between reform and revolution we sink into a
timely ambiguity.
The present catastrophe is that of a world actively made uninhabitable.
A sort of methodical devastation of everything that remained liveable in
the relations of humans with each other and with our environments.
Capitalism could not have triumphed over the whole planet if it was not
for techniques of power, specifically political techniques — there are
all kinds of techniques: with or without tools, corporal or discursive,
erotic or culinary, the disciplines and mechanisms of control, and it is
pointless to denounce the reign of technics. The political techniques of
capitalism consist first of all in breaking the attachments through
which a group finds the means to produce, in the same movement, the
conditions of its subsistence and its existence. In separating human
communities from innumerable things — stones and metals, plants, trees
that have a thousand purposes, gods, djinns, wild or tamed animals,
medicines and psycho-active substances, amulets, machines, and all the
other beings in their realms that co-exist with humans.
Ruining all community, separating groups from their means of existence
and from the knowledge linked to them: it is political rationality that
dictates the imposition of the commodity as the mediator of every
relation. Just as it was necessary to liquidate the witches — which is
to say their medicinal knowledge as well as the movement between the
visible and invisible worlds which they promoted — today peasants have
to renounce their ability to sow their own seeds in order to maintain
the grip of multinational agribusinesses and other organizations of
agricultural politics.
These political techniques of capitalism find their maximal point of
concentration in contemporary metropoles. Metropoles are precisely the
arena where, in the end, there is almost nothing left to reappropriate.
A milieu in which everything is done so the human only relates to
itself, only creates itself separately from other forms of life, bumps
into or uses them without ever meeting them.
On the basis of this separation, and to make it durable, even the most
minor, tentative, attempt at living outside commodity relationships has
been made criminal. The field of legality has long been conflated with
the multiple constraints that make life impossible — through wage labor
or self-employment, charity work or militantism.
At the same time as this field becomes increasingly uninhabitable,
everything that can contribute to making real life possible has been
transformed into a crime.
Where activists claim that “No One is Illegal” we must recognize exactly
the opposite: today an entirely legal existence would be an entirely
submissive existence.
We have tax evasion, fictitious employment, insider trading, fake
bankruptcies, welfare fraud, embezzlement, forgeries, and various other
scams. There are trips across borders in airplane luggage compartments,
trips without a ticket inside one city or within a country. Fare-dodging
and shoplifting are the daily practices of thousands of people in the
metropoles. And there is the illegal practice of trading seeds that has
safeguarded many plant species. There are even more functional
illegalities in the capitalist world-system. Some are tolerated, others
encouraged, and others still that are eventually punished. An improvised
vegetable garden on a wasteland has every chance of being flattened by a
bulldozer even before its first harvest.
If we add up the sum of the special laws and customary regulations that
govern all of the spaces that anyone can travel through in one day,
there is not a single life that can be assured of impunity. Laws, codes,
and juridical decisions exist that make every existence punishable; it
would merely be a matter of applying them to the letter.
We are not ready to bet that where the desert grows there also grows
something that can save us. Nothing can succeed that does not begin
through a break with everything that makes this desert grow.
We know that building a power of any scale will take time. There are
many things that we no longer know how to do. In fact, those of us who
benefit from the modernization and the education dispensed in our
developed lands barely know how to make anything ourselves. Even
gathering plants for cooking or medicine — rather than merely for
decoration — is regarded as archaic at best, at worst as a nice hobby.
We make a simple observation: everyone has access to a certain quantity
of resources and knowledge made available by the simple fact of living
in these lands of the old world, and we can communize them.
The question is not whether to live with or without money, to steal or
to buy, to work or not, but how to use the money we have to increase our
autonomy from the commodity sphere. And if we prefer to steal instead of
working, or produce for ourselves instead of stealing, it is not due to
a concern with purity. It is because the flows of power that accompany
the flows of commodities, the subjective submission that conditions our
access to survival, have become too expensive.
There would be many inappropriate ways to express what we envision: we
neither want to leave for the countryside nor reappropriate and
accumulate ancient knowledge. We are not merely concerned with a
reappropriation of methods. Nor with a reappropriation of knowledge. If
we put together all that knowledge, those techniques, and all the
inventiveness displayed in the field of activism, we would still not get
a revolutionary movement. It is a question of temporality. A question of
creating the conditions where an offensive can sustain itself without
fading away, of establishing the material solidarities that allow us to
maintain it.
We believe there is no revolution without the constitution of a common
material force. We do not ignore the anachronism of this belief. We know
it is both too early and too late, which is why we have time. We have
stopped waiting.
We set the point of reversal, the way out of the desert, the end of
Capital, in the intensity of the link that each person manages to
establish between what she thinks and how she lives. Contrary to the
upholders of Existential Liberalism, we refuse to view this as a private
matter, an individual issue, a question of character. On the contrary,
we start from the certainty that this link depends on the construction
of shared realms, of placing effective methods in common.
Every day each person is enjoined to accept that it is naive, out of
date, a pure and simple absence of culture to ask about the link between
ideas and actions. We consider this a symptom. This is nothing but an
effect of the Liberal redefinition, so fundamentally modern, of the
distinction between the public and the private. Liberalism has put
forward the principle that everything must be tolerated, that everything
can be thought, so long as it is recognized as being without direct
consequences to the current structure of society, of its institutions,
and of the power of the State. Any idea can be accepted; its expression
should even be supported, so long as social and state rules are
accepted. In other words, the freedom of thought of the private
individual must be total, as must be her freedom of expression, in
principle; but she must not desire the consequences of her thought as
far as it concerns collective life.
Liberalism may have invented the individual, but it invented her
mutilated from the get-go. The Liberal individual, who has never
expressed herself better than in the pacifist and civil rights movements
of today, is supposed to be attached to her freedom insofar as her
freedom does not commit her to anything, and certainly does not try to
impose itself upon others. The stupid precept “my freedom ends where
that of another begins” is received today as an unassailable truth. Even
John Stuart Mill, though one of the essential facilitators of the
Liberal conquest, noticed that an unfortunate consequence follows: one
is permitted to desire anything, on the sole condition that it is not
desired too intensely, that it does not go beyond the limits of the
private, or in any case beyond those of public free expression.
What we call Existential Liberalism is the adherence to a series of
facts, which at their core, show an essential propensity toward
betrayal. We have become accustomed to functioning at a sort of low gear
in which we are relieved of the very idea of betrayal. This emotional
lower gear is the guarantee we have accepted for our becoming-adult.
Along with, for the most zealous, the mirage of an emotional
self-containment as an unassailable ideal. Nevertheless, there is too
much to betray for those who decide to keep those promises, no doubt
carried since childhood, and which they continue to believe.
Among Liberal tenets is behaving like an owner, even towards your own
experiences. This is why not behaving like a Liberal individual means
primarily not valuing your properties. Or really another meaning should
be given to “properties”: not what belongs to me in particular, but what
connects me to the world, and what is therefore not reserved for me, has
nothing to do with private property, nor with what is supposed to define
an identity (the “that’s just the way I am,” and its confirmation
“that’s just like you!”). While we reject the idea of individual
property, we have nothing against commitments. The question of
appropriation or re-appropriation comes down to the question of knowing
what is appropriate for us, that is to say adequate, in terms of use, in
terms of need, in terms of relation to a place, to a moment of the
world.
Existential Liberalism is the spontaneous ethics suitable for Social
Democracy seen as a political ideal. You will never be a better citizen
than when you are capable of renouncing a relation or a struggle in
order to maintain your status. It will not always be without suffering,
but that is precisely where Existential Liberalism is efficient: it even
provides the remedies to the discomforts that it generates. The check to
Amnesty International, the fair trade coffee, the demo against the last
war, seeing the latest Michael Moore film, are so many non-acts
disguised as gestures that will save you. Carry on exactly as usual;
that is to say go for a walk in the designated spaces and do your
shopping, the same as always. But on top of that, in addition, ease your
conscience; buy No Logo, boycott Shell. This should be enough to
convince you that political action, at bottom, does not require very
much, and that you too are capable of engaging in it. There is nothing
new in this buying and selling of indulgences, but the problem becomes
palpable in the prevailing confusion. The invocatory culture of Another
World Is Possible leaves little room to speak of ethics beyond consumer
etiquette. The increase in the number of environmentalist, humanitarian,
and solidarity associations opportunely channels general discontent and
thus contributes to the perpetuation of this state of affairs, through
personal valorization, official recognition and its first prize of
honestly awarded subsidies; the worship, in short, of social usefulness.
Above all, no more enemies. At the very most, problems, abuses seen as
catastrophes — dangers from which only the mechanisms of power can
protect us.
If the obsession of the founders of Liberalism was the neutralization of
sects, it is because they united all the subjective elements that had to
be banished in order for the modern State to exist. For a sectarian,
life is exactly what is required for its particular philosophical truth
and how it gets explained — a certain disposition toward worldly things
and events, a way of not losing sight of what matters. There is an
obvious overlap between the appearance of Society (and of its correlate:
Economy) and the Liberal redefinition of the public and the private. The
sectarian collectivity is, in itself, a threat to what is referred to by
the pleonasm Liberal Society. This is due to it being a form of divisive
organization. Here lies the nightmare for the founders of the modern
State: a section of collectivity detaches itself from the whole, thus
ruining the idea of social unity. Two things that Society can’t
handle: 1) that a thought may be embodied, which is to say that it may
have an effect on a person’s existence in terms of how she manages her
life, or the manner in which she lives, and 2) that this embodiment may
be not merely passed on to others, but also shared, communized. Any
collective experience beyond control will be banally discredited as a
so-called sect.
The pervasiveness of the commodity has inserted itself everywhere. This
pervasiveness is the most effective instrument for disconnecting ends
from means, to reduce everyday life to a living-space we are only
required to manage. Everyday life is what we are supposed to want to
return to; the acceptance of a necessary and universal neutralization.
It is the ever-growing renunciation of the possibility of an unpostponed
joy. As a friend once said, it is the average of all our possible
crimes.
Rare are the collectivities that can escape the abyss that waits for
them: mashing of the real into an extreme flatness, community as the
epitome of average intensity, a slow disintegration clumsily filled with
a bunch of banal and falsely sophisticated banter.
Neutralization is an essential characteristic of Liberal Society.
Everybody knows the centers of neutralization, where it is required that
no emotion stands out, where each person has to contain herself, and
everybody experiences them as such: businesses (and what isn’t a
business these days?), night clubs, bowling alleys and golf courses,
museums, etc. Since everyone knows what these places are about, the real
question is to know why — despite that — they can still be so popular.
Why wish for, always and above all, that nothing happens that might
provoke stirrings that go too deep? Out of habit? Because of despair?
Because of cynicism? Or else: because you can feel the delight of being
somewhere while not being there, of being there while being essentially
somewhere else; because what we are at base would be preserved to the
point of no longer even having to exist.
These are so-called ethical questions which must of course be asked and
above all, they are those that we find at the very heart of the
political: how to respond to emotional neutralization and to the
potential effects of decisive thoughts? And also: how do modern
societies work with these neutralizations, or rather, how are they made
into essential cogs in its continual functioning? How does the material
effectiveness of the empire relate to our predisposition toward giving
up, regardless of our collective experiences?
The acceptance of these neutralizations can of course go hand in hand
with great creative efforts. You can experiment up to the point of
madness, on condition that you are a single creator, and that you
produce the proof of this singularity in public (your works). You can
still know what the stirrings are, but only on condition that you
experience them alone, and that you are limited to passing them on
indirectly. You will thereby be recognized as an artist or as a thinker,
and, perhaps if you are politically engaged, you will be able to toss as
many bottles into the ocean as you like, with the clear conscience of
one who sees farther and who has warned others.
Like many, we have experienced that emotions stuck internally turn out
badly: they can even turn into symptoms. The rigidities we observe in
ourselves come from the partitions that every person believes herself
obliged to put up in order to define her own limits, and to contain
within her self what must not burst forth. When, for some reason or
other, these partitions happen to crack and break, then things come up
that might be unpleasant, which may even appear frightful — but it is a
fright capable of freeing us from fear. Calling into question both our
individual limits and the borders drawn by civilization can be a
life-saver. The existence of any real community necessitates a certain
physical danger: when emotions and thoughts are no longer ascribable to
any one person, when interactions are recovered in which feelings,
ideas, impressions, and emotions are exchanged carelessly. It must be
understood that community per se is not the solution: it is its
disappearance, everywhere and always, that is the problem.
We do not perceive humans to be isolated from each other or from the
other beings of this world; we see them bound by multiple connections
that we have learned to deny. This denial allows the blocking of
emotional exchanges through which these multiple connections are
experienced. This blockage, in turn, is necessary to make us accustomed
to the most neutral, the most lifeless, the most average feelings; that
which makes us long for vacations, lunch-breaks, or evenings out as a
godsend — that is to say something just as neutral, average, and
lifeless — but freely chosen. The imperial order, which is particularly
Westernized, is nourished through this boredom.
We will be told: by advocating the experience of sharing intense
emotions, you go against what living beings require to live, namely
gentleness and calm — quite expensive these days, like any scarce
commodity. If what is meant by this is that our point of view is
incompatible with authorized leisure, then even winter sports junkies
might admit that it would be no great loss to see all ski resorts burn
and to return that environment to the marmots. On the other hand, we
have nothing against the gentleness that any living being, as a living
being, carries within itself. “It might be that living is a gentle
thing.” Any blade of grass knows this better than all the citizens of
the world.
To any moral preoccupation, to any concern for purity, we substitute the
collective elaboration of a strategy. Only that which impedes the
increase of our strength is bad. It follows from this resolution that
economics and politics are no longer distinguishable. We are not afraid
of forming gangs; and can only laugh at those who will decry us as a
mafia.
We have been sold this lie: that what is most particular to us is what
distinguishes us from the common. We experience the contrary: every
singularity is felt in the manner and in the intensity with which a
being brings into existence something common.
At root it is here that we begin, where we find each other. What is most
singular in us calls to be shared.
But we note this: not only is what we have to share obviously
incompatible with the dominant order, but this order strives to track
down any kind of sharing for which it does not lay down the rules. For
instance, the barracks, the hospital, the prison, the asylum, and the
retirement home are the only forms of collective living allowed in the
metropole. The normal condition is the isolation of everyone in their
private cubicle. This is where they return endlessly, however strong the
repulsion they feel, however great the encounters they make elsewhere.
We have known these conditions of existence, and we will never return to
them. They weaken us too much. Make us too vulnerable. Make us waste
away.
Isolation, in primal cultures, was the harshest sentence that could be
passed on a member of the community. It is now the common condition. The
rest of the disaster follows logically. It is on account of this narrow
idea that everybody has of their own home that makes it seem natural to
leave the street to the police. The world could not have been made so
uninhabitable, nor sociality so controlled — from malls to bars, from
boardrooms to backrooms — had not everyone been previously granted the
shelter of private space.
In running away from conditions of existence that mutilate us, we found
squats; or rather, the international squat scene. In this constellation
of occupied spaces where, despite many limits, it is possible to
experiment with forms of collective assembly outside of control, we have
known an increase of power. We have organized ourselves for elementary
survival: scrounging, theft, collective work, common meals, sharing of
skills, equipment, loving inclinations — and we have found forms of
political expression: concerts, demos, direct actions, sabotage,
leaflets.
Then, little by little, we have seen our surroundings turn into a milieu
and from a milieu into a scene. We have seen the enactment of a moral
code replace the elaboration of a strategy. We have seen norms solidify,
reputations develop, metaphors begin to function; and everything become
so predictable. The collective adventure turned into a gloomy
cohabitation. A hostile tolerance grasped all relations. We adapted. And
in the end what was believed to be a counter-world amounted to nothing
but a reflection of the dominant world: the same games of personal
valorization in the realm of theft, fights, political or radical
correction — the same sordid liberalism in emotional life, the same
spats over access and territory, the same split between everyday life
and political activity, the same identity paranoia. And for the
luckiest, the luxury of periodically fleeing from their local poverty by
introducing it elsewhere, someplace still exotic.
We do not impute these weaknesses to the squat form. We neither deny nor
desert it. We say that squatting will only make sense again for us on
the condition that we clarify the basis of the sharing we engage in. In
the squat, like anywhere else, the collective creation of a strategy is
the only alternative to retreating into an identity, either through
assimilation or the ghetto.
On the subject of strategy, we have learned all the lessons from the
tradition of the defeated. We remember the beginnings of the labor
movement. The lessons are near to us.
Because what was put into practice in its initial phase relates directly
to how we are living, to what we want to put into practice today. The
building up of what was to be in force called the labor movement first
rested on the sharing of criminal practices. The secret strike funds,
the acts of sabotage, the secret societies, the class violence, the
first forms of unemployment insurance seen in the recovery of individual
clearheadedness, that were developed with the consciousness of their
illegal and antagonistic nature.
In the United States the overlap between forms of workers’ organization
and organized crime is most tangible. The power of the American
proletarians at the beginning of the industrial era stemmed from the
development, within the community of workers, of a force of destruction
and retaliation against Capital, as well as from the existence of
clandestine solidarities. The perpetual transposition of worker into
criminal called for systematic control: the moralization against any
form of autonomous organization. Anything that went beyond the ideal of
the honest worker was marginalized as gangsterism. Ultimately, there was
the mafia on the one hand and the unions on the other, both products of
a reciprocal amputation.
In Europe, the integration of workers’ organizations into the state
management apparatus — the foundation of social democracy — was paid for
with the renunciation of the least ability to be a nuisance. Here too
the emergence of the labor movement was a matter of material
solidarities, of an urgent need for communism. The Maisons du Peuple
were the last refuges for this confusion between the need for immediate
communization and the strategic requirements of a practical
implementation of the revolutionary process. The labor movement then
developed as a progressive separation between the co-operative current,
an economic niche cut off from its strategic raison d’être, and the
political and union forms working on the terrain of electoralism or
joint management. It is from the abandonment of any secessionist aim
that this absurdity was born: the Left. The climax is reached when
unionists denounce any resort to violence, loudly proclaiming to all who
wish to hear it, that they will collaborate with the cops to control
rioters.
The recent increase of policing functions of the State proves only this:
that Western societies have lost all ability to cohere. They are only
able to manage their inexorable decay. That is to say, essentially, to
prevent any re-consolidation, to crush anyone who stands out. Anyone who
deserts. Anyone who gets out of line.
But there is nothing to be done. The condition of inner ruin of these
societies allows an increasing number of cracks to appear. The continual
renovation of appearances can achieve nothing: there, worlds form.
Squats, communes, groupuscules, barrios, all try to extract themselves
from capitalist desolation. Most often these attempts come to nothing or
die from autarky, for lack of having established contacts, appropriate
solidarities. Also for lack of conceiving of themselves as full-time
partisans in the Global Civil War.
But all of these attempted re-consolidations are still nothing compared
to mass desire, with the constantly deferred desire to drop out. To
leave.
In ten years, between two censuses, a hundred thousand people have
disappeared in Great Britain. They have boarded a truck, bought a
ticket, dropped acid, or gone underground. They have disaffiliated. They
have left.
We would have liked, in our disaffiliation, to have had a place to
rejoin, a side to take, a road to follow.
Many who leave get lost. And never arrive.
Our strategy is therefore the following: to establish and maintain a
series of centers of desertion, of poles of secession, of rallying
points. For runaways. For those who leave. A series of places where we
can escape from the influence of a civilization that is headed for the
abyss.
It is a matter of giving ourselves the means, of finding the methods
whereby all those questions can be resolved; questions which, when
addressed separately, can drive us to depression. How to dissolve the
dependencies that weaken us? How to organize ourselves so we no longer
have to work? How to settle beyond the toxicity of the metropole without
going Back To Nature? How to shut down nuclear plants? How not to be
forced to resort to psychiatric pulverization when a friend goes mad; or
to the crude remedies of mechanistic medicine when she falls ill? How to
live together without mutual suppression? How to take in the death of a
comrade? How to ruin Empire?
We know our weaknesses: we were born and we have grown up in pacified
societies, dissolved. We have not had the opportunity to acquire the
strength that moments of intense collective confrontation can provide.
Nor the knowledge that is linked to them. We have a political education
to develop together. A theoretical and practical education.
For this, we need locations. Places where we can organizes ourselves,
where we can share and develop the required techniques. Where we can
learn to handle all that may prove necessary. Where we can co-operate.
Had it not renounced any political perspective, the experimentations of
the Bauhaus, with all the materiality and the rigor it contained, would
evoke the idea that we can create for ourselves space-times dedicated to
the transmission of knowledge and experience. The Black Panthers
equipped themselves with such places, to which they added their
politico-military capacity, the ten thousand free lunches they
distributed every day, and their autonomous press. Before long, they
formed a threat so tangible to Power that the Feds had to be sent in to
massacre them.
Whoever constitutes themselves as a force knows that they become
partisans of the global course of hostilities. The question of the
resort to or the renunciation of what is called violence does not arise
in such a partisan. And pacifism appears as a supplementary weapon in
the service of Empire, along with the contingents of riot police and
journalists. The considerations that concern us are the conditions of
the asymmetrical conflict which has been imposed on us; we must consider
the modes of appearance and disappearance suitable for each of our
practices. The demonstration, the action with our faces unmasked, the
indignant protest: these are all unsuitable forms of struggle against
the current regime of domination. They even reinforce it, feeding
up-to-date information into the systems of control. It would seem to be
judicious, in any case, given that the flakiness of contemporary
subjectivity extends even to our leaders (but also from the perspective
of a lachrymose pathos in which we have succeeded in burying the least
important citizen), to attack the material devices rather than the men
that give them a face. This is for purely strategic considerations.
Therefore, we must turn to the forms of operation distinctive to all
guerrillas: anonymous sabotage, unclaimed actions, recourse to easily
copied techniques, targeted counter-attacks.
This is not a moral question about the manner with which we provide
ourselves with the means to live and fight, but a tactical question of
the means we give ourselves and the use we make of them.
“The expression of capitalism in our lives is sadness,” a friend once
said.
The point now is to establish the material conditions for a shared
receptivity toward pleasure.
On the one hand, we want to live communism; on the other, to spread
anarchy.
We are living through times of the most extreme separation. The
depressing normality of the metropole, its lonely crowds, expresses the
impossible utopia of a society composed of atoms.
The most extreme separation reveals the sense of the word communism.
Communism is not a political or economic system. Communism can manage
without Marx. Communism doesn’t give a damn about the USSR. And we
cannot explain the fact that every decade for the past fifty years some
have pretended to rediscover Stalin’s crimes, crying “look at what
communism is!” if they did not have the feeling that in reality
everything pushes us there.
The only argument that ever stood against communism was that we did not
need it. And certainly, until recently and here and there, as limited as
they were, there were still things, languages, thoughts, and places that
were shared and that endured; at least enough of them not to fade away.
There were worlds, and they were inhabited. The refusal to think about,
the refusal to bring up, the question of communism had practical
arguments. Those have been swept away. The ’80s, as much as they endure,
remain the traumatic point of reference of this ultimate purge. Since
then all social relations have become suffering. To the point of
rendering preferable any anesthesia, any isolation. In a sense, by the
very excess of its triumph, Existential Liberalism is what is driving us
to the brink of communism.
The communist question is about figuring out our relationship to the
world, to other beings, to ourselves. It concerns the elaboration of the
interplay between different worlds, about the communication between
them. Not about the unification of global space, but about the
institution of what is perceptible, that is to say the plurality of
worlds. In that sense communism is not the extinction of all conflict;
it does not describe a final condition of society after everything has
been said and done. For it is also through conflict that worlds
interact. “In bourgeois society, where the differences between men are
only differences that do not relate to Man himself, it is precisely the
true differences, the differences of quality that are not retained. The
communist does not want to create a collective soul. He wants to create
a society where false differences are eliminated. And those false
differences being eliminated, all their possibilities open to true
differences.” Thus spoke an old friend.
It is obvious, as they claim, that the question of what suits me, of
what I need, of what makes up my world has been reduced to the legally
enforced fiction of private property, of what belongs to me, of what is
mine. Something belongs to me insofar as it joins the realm of my usage
— not by virtue of any juridical title. Ultimately, private property has
no other reality than the forces that protect it. So the question of
communism is, on one hand, to do away with the police, and on the other,
to elaborate modes of sharing and uses, among those who live with each
other. It is the question that is avoided everyday with “give me a
break!” and “whatever, dude!” Communism of course is not given. It has
to be considered, it has to be made. Almost everything that opposes it
boils down to an expression of exhaustion: “But you’ll never make it...
It can’t work... Humans are what they are... And it’s already hard
enough to live your own life... Energy is finite; we can’t do
everything.” But exhaustion is not an argument. It is a condition.
So communism starts from the experience of sharing. First, from the
sharing of our needs. Needs are not what capitalist rule has accustomed
us to. Needs are never about needing things without at the same time
needing worlds. Each of our needs links us, beyond all shame, to
everyone who experiences that link. Need is just the name of the
relationship through which a particular perceiving being gives meaning
to such or such an element of its world. That is why those who have no
worlds — metropolitan subjectivities for instance — have nothing but
whims. And that is why capitalism, although it satisfies the need for
things like nothing else, only spreads universal dissatisfaction: in
order for it to do so it has to destroy worlds.
By communism we mean a certain discipline of paying attention.
The practice of communism, as we live it, we call The Party. When we
overcome an obstacle together or when we reach a higher level of
sharing, we say that we are “building the Party.” Certainly others,
unknown to us at present, are building the Party elsewhere. This call is
addressed to them. No experience of communism at the present time can
survive without getting organized, tying oneself to others, taking sides
in crises, waging war. “For the oases that dispense life are wiped out
when we seek refuge in them.”
As we understand it, the process of instituting communism can only take
the form of a collection of acts of communization, of making common
such-and-such space, such-and-such contraption, such and-such knowledge.
That is to say, the elaboration of the mode of sharing that attaches to
them. Insurrection itself is merely an accelerator, a decisive moment in
this process. As we intend it, the Party is not an organization — where
everything becomes insubstantial by dint of transparency, and it is not
a family — where everything smells like a con by dint of opacity.
The Party is a collection of places, infrastructures, communized
methods, and the dreams, bodies, murmurs, thoughts, desires that
circulate among those places; the use of those methods, the sharing of
those infrastructures.
The notion of the Party responds to the necessity of a minimal
formalization, which makes us accessible as well as allowing us to
remain invisible. It belongs to the communist way that we explain to
ourselves, to formulate the basis of our sharing. So that the most
recent arrival is, at the very least, the equal of the eldest.
Looking closer at it, the Party could be nothing but this: the formation
of intuition as a force. The deployment of an archipelago of worlds.
What would a political force be, under Empire, that didn’t have its
farms, its schools, its arms, its medicines, its collective houses, its
editing desks, its printing presses, its delivery vans, and its
bridgeheads in the metropole? It appears more and more absurd that some
of us still have to work for Capital — aside from the usual work of
infiltration of course.
The offensive power of the Party derives from the fact that it is also a
power of production; however, in essence, those relationships are only
incidentally relationships of production.
In the final analysis, capitalism consists of nothing more than a
reduction of all relations into relations of production. From business
to the family, consumption itself appears as another episode in the
general production, the production of society.
The overthrowing of capitalism will come from those who are able to
create the conditions for other types of relations.
Therefore the communism we are talking about is the exact opposite of
what has been historically termed “communism,” which was mostly nothing
but socialism, a form of monopolist state capitalism.
Communism is not made throught the expansion of new relations of
production, but rather in their abolition.
Not having relations of production within our milieu or among ourselves
means never letting the search for results become more important than
paying attention to the process, bankrupting all conventions of value,
and watching that we do not disconnect affection and co-operation.
Being attentive to worlds, to their perceptible configurations, is
exactly what renders the isolation of something like relations of
production impossible. In the places we open, around the means we share,
it is this favor that we seek, that we experience. To name this
experience, we often hear about everything being free. Instead of free,
we prefer to speak of communism — for we cannot possibly forget what the
practice of this freedom implies in terms of organization, and in the
short term, of political antagonism.
So, the construction of the Party, in its most visible aspect, consists
of the sharing or communization of what we have at our disposal.
Communizing a place means this: setting free its use, and on the basis
of this liberation, experimenting with refined, intensified, and
complexified relations. If private property is essentially the
discretionary power of depriving any person of the use of the possessed
thing, communization can only mean depriving the agents of Empire of
that possession.
From every side we oppose the extortion of having to choose between the
offensive and the constructive, negativity and positivity, life and
survival, war and the everyday. We will not respond to it. We understand
only too well how this dismembering alternative splits and re-splits all
existing collectives. For a force which is deployed, it is impossible to
say if the annihilation of a device that harms it is a constructive or
offensive matter, if achieving dietary or medical autonomy constitutes
an act of war or subtraction. There are circumstances, like in a riot,
in which the ability to heal our comrades considerably augments our
ability to wreak havoc. Who can say that arming ourselves would not be
part of the material constitution of a collectivity? When we agree on a
common strategy, there is no choice between the offensive and the
constructive; obviously there exists, in every situation, what increases
our power and what harms it, what is opportune and what is not. And when
the evidence is lacking, there is discussion, and in the worst case,
there is gambling.
In a general way, we do not see how anything else but a force, a reality
able to survive the total dislocation of capitalism could truly attack
it, up to the very moment of its dislocation.
When that moment comes, it will be a matter of actually turning the
generalized social collapse to our advantage, to transform a collapse
(like the Argentine or the Soviet) into a revolutionary situation. Those
who pretend to separate material autonomy from the sabotage of the
Imperial machine show that they want neither.
It is not an objection against communism that the greatest experiment of
sharing in the recent past was the phenomenon of the Spanish anarchist
movement between 1868 and 1939.
Communism is possible at every moment. To date what we call History is
nothing but a set of roundabout means invented by humans to avert it.
The fact that this History has for a good century now come down to
nothing but a varied accumulation of disasters shows how the communist
question can no longer be put off. In turn it is this deferment that we
cannot postpone.
“But what do you actually want? What are you proposing?” This kind of
question may appear to be innocent. But unfortunately these are not
questions. They are operational issues.
Referring to every We that expresses itself to an unfamiliar You means
first warding off the threat that this We somehow names me, that this We
passes through me. Thereby constituting the one who merely writes down
particular terms — that cannot be attributed to anyone — as their owner.
So, in the methodical organization of the currently dominant separation,
terms are allowed to circulate only on condition that they can show
proof of an owner, of an author. Without which they risk being in the
public domain, and only that which is expressed by Them is permitted
anonymous diffusion.
And then there is this mystification: that caught in the course of a
world that displeases us, there would be proposals to make, alternatives
to find. That we could, in other words, extricate ourselves from the
situation we’ve been put in, by discussing it in a dispassionate manner,
with reasonable people.
But no, there is nothing apart from the situation. There is no outside
to the Global Civil War. We are irremediably there.
All we can do is elaborate a strategy. Share an analysis of the
situation and elaborate a strategy within it. This is the only possible
revolutionary We: a practical We, open and diffuse, of whoever acts
along the same lines.
As we write this, in August 2003, we can say that we face the greatest
offensive of Capital of the last twenty years. Anti-terrorism and the
abolition of the last gains of the defunct labor movement have created
the prevailing mood of a population in lockstep. Never have the managers
of society known so well from which obstacles they are emancipated and
which means they hold. They know, for instance, that the planetary lower
middle-class that currently (and from now on) lives in the metropole is
too disarmed to offer the slightest resistance to its programmed
annihilation. Just as they know that from now on the counter-revolution
they lead is inscribed in millions of tons of concrete, in the
architecture of so many new towns. In the longer term it seems that the
plan of Capital is to separate out a network of high-security zones on a
global scale, continuously linked up with each other, and where the
process of capitalist valorization would encompass all the expressions
of life in a perpetual and unhindered way. This Imperial comfort zone,
comprised of deterritorialized citizens, would form a kind of policed
continuum where a more or less constant level of control would prevail,
politically as well as biometrically. As they advance the process of its
pacification, the rest of the world could then flourish as a foil and,
at the same time, as a gigantic Outside to civilize. The savage
experiments of forced cohabitation between hostile enclaves as it has
been taking place for decades in Israel would be the model of social
management to come. We do not doubt that the real issue for Capital in
all this is to reconstitute society in its own image from the ground up.
No matter what form, and however high the price.
We have seen with Argentina that the economic collapse of a whole
country was not, from Capital’s point of view, too high a price to pay.
In this context we are allied with all those who feel the tactical
necessity of these three campaigns:
communization, the construction of the Party.
machine.
1. Periodically the Left is routed. We enjoy it, but it is not enough.
We want its rout to be definitive. Irremediable. May the specter of a
reconcilable opposition never again arise to cloud the minds of those
who know themselves to be incompatible with capitalist functions. What
everybody admits today (but will we still remember it the day after
tomorrow?) is that the Left is an integral part of the mechanisms of
neutralization peculiar to liberal society. The more the social
implosion proves real, the more the Left invokes Civil Society. The more
the police exercise their arbitrary will with impunity, the more the
Left declares itself to be pacifist. The more the State throws off its
last judicial formalities, the more they become obedient citizens. The
greater the urgency to appropriate the means of our existence, the more
the Left exhorts us to wait and beg for the mediation, if not the
protection, of our masters. It is the Left which enjoins us today, faced
with governments which stand openly on the terrain of social war, to
speak truth to power, to write up our grievances, to form demands, to
study political economy. From LĂ©on Blum to Lula, the Left has been
nothing but that: the party of Humanity, of the Citizen, and of
Civilization. Today this program coincides with a fully
counter-revolutionary program. That of maintaining the ensemble of
illusions that paralyze us. The vocation of the Left is therefore to
expound the dream of what only Empire can afford. It represents the
idealistic side of Imperial modernization, the necessary steam-valve to
the unbearable pace of capitalism. It is even shamelessly written in the
very publication of the French Ministry of Youth, Education, and
Research: “From now on, everyone knows that without the concrete help of
its citizens, the State will have neither the means nor the time to
carry on the work that can prevent our society from exploding” (Longing
to Act: the Guide to Commitment).
Defeating the Left, which means keeping the channel of social
disaffection continuously open, is not only necessary but is also
possible today. We witness, while the Imperial structures become
increasingly stronger, the transition from the old workerist Left
(gravedigger of the Labor movement though born in it), to a new global,
cultural Left, of which it can be said that Negrism is the most advanced
point. This new Left is still imperfectly established on the recently
neutered Anti-Globalization Movement. The new lures they hold out are
not yet effective, while the old ones are long gone.
Our task is to ruin the global Left wherever it becomes manifest, to
sabotage all of its formative moments methodically, meaning in theory as
well as in practice. Thus our success in Genoa lay less in the
spectacular confrontations with the police, or in the damage inflicted
on the organs of State and Capital, than in the fact that the spreading
of the practice of confrontation peculiar to the Black Bloc to all the
parts of the demonstration scuttled the expected triumph of the Tute
Bianche. Even so, our failure was not to have known how to extend our
position in such a way that this victory in the streets would become
something other than a specter raised systematically since then by
pacifists.
The retreat of this global Left into the Social Forums — a withdrawal
due to the fact that it was defeated in the streets — is now what we
must attack.
2. From year to year the pressure increases to make everything function.
As social cybernetization progresses, the normal situation becomes more
urgent. As a consequence, situations of crisis and malfunction multiply
in a completely logical way. From the point of view of Empire, a power
failure, a hurricane, or a social movement are all the same. They are
disturbances. They must be managed. For now, meaning on account of our
weakness, these situations of interruption appear as moments in which
Empire pops up, takes its place in the materiality of worlds,
experiments with new managerial procedures. It is precisely there that
it attaches itself more firmly to the populations it claims to assist.
Empire always devotes itself to being the agent of returning the
situation to normal. Our task, conversely, is to make the situation of
exception livable. We will genuinely succeed in blocking corporate
society only on condition that such a blockage is filled with desires
other than those for a return to normal.
What takes place during a strike or during a natural disaster is, in a
way, quite similar: a interruption of the organized stability of our
dependencies. The existence of need (the communist essence) — that which
essentially binds us and essentially separates us — is laid bare during
each of them. The blanket of shame that normally covers it is torn up.
Receptiveness for encounters, for experimentation with other relations
to the world, to others, to oneself, as it manifests in these moments,
is enough to sweep away any doubt about the possibility of communism.
About the need for communism as well. What is now required is our
ability to self-organize, our ability (by immediately organizing
ourselves on the basis of our needs) to prolong, extend, and ultimately
render the situation of exception effective, against the terror upon
which Imerial power rests. This is particularly striking in social
movements. Even the expression social movement seems to suggest that
what really matters is what we are moving towards, rather than what’s
happening here and now. Up till now in all social movements, there has
been a prejudice to avoid seizing the time, which explains why they are
never able to get together; rather they seem to chase each other away.
Hence the particular texture, so volatile, of their sociality, where any
commitment appears revocable. Hence also their invariable dramatic arc:
a quick ascent thanks to some popular resonance highlighted in the
media; next, due to this hasty aggregation, a slow but inevitable
erosion; and finally, the dried up movement, the last handful of
diehards who get a card from this or that union, found this or that
association, thereby hoping to find an organizational continuity to
their commitment. But we are not looking for such continuity: having
premises where we might meet, and a photocopier to print leaflets. The
continuity we seek is the one which allows us, after having struggled
for months, not to go back to work, not to start working again as
before, to keep doing harm. And this can only be built during movements.
It is a matter of putting into place an immediate, material sharing, the
construction of a real revolutionary war machine, the construction of
the Party.
We must, as we were saying, organize ourselves on the basis of our needs
— to manage to answer in turn the collective questions of eating,
sleeping, thinking, loving, creating forms, coordinating our forces —
and conceive all this as an opportunity in the war against Empire.
It is only in this way, by inhabiting the disturbances of its very
program, that we will be able to counter that economic liberalism which
is only the strict consequence, the logical application, of the
Existential Liberalism that is accepted and practiced everywhere. To
which each one is attached as if it were the most basic right, including
those who would like to challenge Neo-Liberalism. This is the way the
Party will be built; as a trail of habitable places left behind by each
situation of exception that Empire encounters. We will not fail to
notice, then, how the subjectivities and the revolutionary collectives
become less flakey, as they show what they’re really made of.
3. Empire is nowadays manifest through the constitution of two
monopolies: on the one hand, the scientific monopoly of so-called
objective descriptions of the world, and of techniques of
experimentation on it, and on the other hand the religious monopoly of
techniques of the self, of the methods by which subjectivities elaborate
themselves — a monopoly to which psychoanalytic practice is directly
related. On the one hand a relation to the world purified of any
relation to the self — to the self as a fragment of the world; on the
other hand a relation to the self purified of any relation to the world
— to the world as it goes through me. So it happens that science and
religion, in the very process of tearing each other apart, have created
a space in which Empire is perfectly free to move about.
Of course, these monopolies are distributed in various ways according to
the zones of Empire. In the so-called developed lands, where religious
discourse has lost this ability, the sciences constitute a discourse of
truth to which is attributed the power to formulate the very existence
of the collectivity. It is therefore precisely here where we must begin
to prompt secession.
Prompting secession from the sciences does not mean pouncing on them as
if on a citadel to conquer or raze, but increasing the prominence of the
fault lines than run through them, siding with those who emphasize these
lines, who attempt to unmask them. In the same way that rifts constantly
plague the false density of the social, every branch of the sciences
forms a battlefield saturated with strategies. For a long time the
scientific community has managed to give itself the image of a large
united family, consensual for the most part, and anyway respecting the
rules of courtesy. This was even the major political operation attached
to the existence of the sciences: concealing the internal splits, and
exerting, from that smoothed over image, an unequaled influence of
terror. Terror towards the outside: the deprivation of the status of
truth for any and all discussion that is not recognized as scientific.
Terror towards the inside: the polite but fierce disqualification of
potential heresies. “Esteemed colleague...”
Each science implements a series of hypotheses; these hypotheses are so
many decisions regarding the construction of reality. Today this is
widely admitted. What is denied is the ethical significance of each of
these decisions, in what way they involve a certain life-form, a certain
way of perceiving the world (for instance, experiencing the evolution of
various beings as the unwinding of a genetic program, or joy as a
question of serotonin).
Considered in this way, scientific language games seem made less for
establishing communication between those who use them, than for
excluding those who ignore them. The airtight equipment in which
scientific activity is ensconced — laboratories, symposiums, etc. —
carries in itself a divorce between experiments and the worlds they may
describe. It is not enough to describe the way the so-called core
research is always connected in some way to military-commercial
interests, and how, reciprocally, these interests define the contents,
the very parameters of research. To the extent that science participates
in Imperial pacification it is firstly by carrying out only those
experiments, testing only those hypotheses that are compatible with the
maintenance of the prevailing order. Our capacity to ruin Imperial Order
is conditioned upon opening spaces for antagonistic experiments. For
these experiments to produce their related worlds, we need such cleared
spaces, just as the plurality of these worlds is needed for the
smothered antagonisms of scientific practice to be expressed.
It is important that the practitioners of the old mechanistic and
Pasteurian medicine rejoin those who practice what might be called
traditional medicine — all new age confusion aside. The attachment to
research needs to cease being confused with the judicial defense of the
integrity of the laboratory. Non-productivist agricultural practices
need to develop beyond organic labels. Those who endure the insufferable
contradictions of public education, between the defense of good
citizenship and the workshop of the diffuse entrepreneuriat, need to
become more and more numerous. Culture should no longer be able to boast
about the contributions of a single inventor.
Alliances are possible everywhere.
In order to become effective, the perspective of breaking the capitalist
circuits requires that secessions multiply, and that they consolidate.
We will be told: you are caught in an alternative which will condemn you
in one way or another: either you manage to constitute a threat to
Empire, in which case you will be quickly eliminated, or you will not
manage to constitute such a threat, and you will have once again
destroyed yourselves.
There remains only to gamble on the existence of another outcome, a thin
ridge, just wide enough for us to walk on, just enough for all those who
can hear to walk on it and live.