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Title: Ten Blows Against Politics
Author: Il Pugnale
Date: Fall/Winter 2006
Language: en
Topics: green anarchy, Green Anarchy #21, politics, anti-politics, recuperation, repression, mediation, representation
Source: Retrieved on 31 August 2018 from http://greenanarchy.anarchyplanet.org/files/2012/05/greenanarchy21.pdf
Notes: from Green Anarchy #21, Fall/Winter 2006

Il Pugnale

Ten Blows Against Politics

1. Politics is the art of control

So that human activity is not freed from the fetters of obligation and

work revealing itself in all its potential. So that workers do not

encounter each other as individuals and put an end to being exploited.

So that students do not decide to destroy the schools in order to choose

how when and what to learn. So that intimate friends and relatives do

not fall in love and leave off being little servants of a little state.

So that children are nothing more than imperfect copies of adults. So

that the distinction between good (anarchists) and bad (anarchists) is

not gotten rid of. So that individuals are not the ones that have

relationships, but commodities. So that no one disobeys authority. So

that if anyone attacks the structures of exploitation of the state,

someone hurries to say, “It was not the work of comrades.” So that banks

courts, barracks don’t blow up. In short, so that life does not manifest

itself.

2. Politics is the art of recuperation.

The most effective way to discourage all rebellion, all desire for real

change, is to present a man or woman of state as subversive, or – better

yet – to transform a subversive into a man or woman of state. Not all

people of state are paid by the government. There are functionaries who

are not found in parliament or even in the neighboring rooms. Rather,

they frequent the social centers and sufficiently know the principle

revolutionary theories. They debate over the liberatory potential of

technology; they theorize about non-state public spheres and the

surpassing of the subject. Reality – they know it well – is always more

complex than any action. So if they hope for a total theory, it is only

in order to totally neglect it in daily life. Power needs them because –

as they themselves explain to us – when no one criticizes it, power is

criticized by itself.

3. Politics is the art of repression.

Of anyone who does not separate the moments of her/his life and who

wants to change given conditions starting from the totality of their

desires. Of anyone who wants to set fire to passivity, contemplation and

delegation. Of anyone who does not want to let themselves be supplanted

by any organization or immobilized by any program. Of anyone who wants

to have direct relationships between individuals and make difference the

very space of equality. Of anyone who does not have any we on which to

swear. Of anyone who disturbs the order of waiting because s/he wants to

rise up immediately, not tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Of anyone

who gives her/ himself without compensation and forgets her/himself in

excess. Of any one who defends her comrades with love and resoluteness.

Of anyone who offers recuperators only one possibility: that of

disappearing. Of anyone who refuses to take a place in the numerous

groups of rogues and of the anaesthetized. Of anyone who neither wants

to govern nor to control. Of anyone who wants to transform the future

into a fascinating adventure.

4. Politics is the art of separation.

Where life has lost its fullness, where the thoughts and actions of

individuals have been dissected, catalogued and enclosed in detached

spheres – there politics begins. Having distanced some of the activities

of individuals (discussion, conflict, common decision, agreement) into a

zone by itself that claims to govern everything else, sure of its

independence, politics is at the same time separation between the

separations and the hierarchical management of separateness. Thus, it

reveals itself as specialization, forced to transform the unresolved

problem of its function into the necessary presupposition for resolving

all problems. For this reason, the role of professionals in politics is

indisputable – and all that can be done is to replace them from time to

time. Every time subversives accept separating the various moments of

life and changing specific conditions starting from that separation,

they become the best allies of the world order. In fact, while it

aspires to be a sort of precondition of life itself, politics blows its

deadly breath everywhere.

5. Politics is the art of representation.

In order to govern the mutilations inflicted on life, it constrains

individuals to passivity, to the contemplation of the spectacle prepared

upon the impossibility of their acting, upon the irresponsible

delegation of their decisions. Then, while the abdication of the will to

determine oneself transforms individuals into appendages of the state

machine, politics recomposes the totality of the fragments in a false

unity. Power and ideology thus celebrate their deadly wedding. If

representation is that which takes the capacity to act away from

individuals, replacing it with the illusion of being participants rather

than spectators, this dimension of the political always reappears

wherever any organization supplants individuals and any program keeps

them in passivity. It always reappears wherever an ideology unites what

is separated in life.

6. Politics is the art of mediation.

Between the so-called totality and individuals and between individual

and individual. Just as the divine will has need of its earthly

interpreters, so the collectivity has need of its delegates. Just as in

religion, there are no relationships between humans but only between

believers, so in politics it is not individuals who come together, but

citizens. The links of membership impede union because separation

disappears only in union. Politics renders us all equal because there

are no differences in slavery – equality before god, equality before the

law. This is why politics replaces real dialogue, which refuses

mediation, with its ideology. Racism is the sense of belonging that

prevents direct relationships between individuals. All politics is

participatory simulation. All politics is racist. Only by demolishing

its barriers in revolt could everyone meet each other in their

individuality. I revolt, therefore, we are. But if we are, farewell

revolt.

7. Politics is the art of impersonality.

Every action is like the instant of a spark that escapes the order of

generality. Politics is the administration of that order. “What sort of

action do you want in the face of the complexity of the world?” This is

what those who have been benumbed by the dual somnolence of a Yes that

is no and a More later that is never. Bureaucracy, the faithful

maidservant of politics, is the nothing administered so that no one can

act, so that no one recognizes their responsibility in the generalized

irresponsibility. Power no longer says that every thing is under

control, it says the opposite: “If I don’t ever manage to find the

remedies for it, let’s imagine it as something else.” Democratic

politics is now based on the catastrophic ideology of the emergency

(“either us or fascism, either us or terrorism, either us or the

unknown”). Even when oppositional, generality is always an event that

never happens and that cancels all those that happen. Politics invites

everyone to participate in the spectacle of this motionless movement.

8. Politics is the art of deferment.

Its time is the future, which is why it imprisons everyone in a

miserable present. All together, but tomorrow. Anyone who says “I and

now” ruins the order of waiting with the impatience that is the

exuberance of desire. Waiting for an objective that escapes from the

curse of the particular. Waiting for an adequate quantitative growth.

Waiting for measurable results. Waiting for death. Politics is the

constant attempt to transform adventure into future. But only if I

resolve “I and now” could there ever be an us that is not the space of a

mutual renunciation, the lie that renders each of us the controller of

the other. Anyone who wants to act immediately is always looked upon

with suspicion. If she is not a provocateur, it is said, she can

certainly be used as such. But it is the moment of an action and of a

joy without tomorrows that carries us to the morning after. Without the

eye fixed on the hand of the clock.

9. Politics is the art of accommodation.

Always waiting for conditions to ripen, one ends up sooner or later

forming an alliance with the masters of waiting. At bottom, reason,

which is the organ of deferment, always provides some good reason for

coming to an agreement, for limiting damages, for salvaging some detail

from a whole that one despises. Politics has sharp eyes for discovering

alliances. It is not all the same, they tell us. The Reformed Communist

party is certainly not like the rampant and dangerous right. (We don’t

vote for it in elections – we are abstentionists, ourselves – but the

citizens’ committees, the initiatives in the plazas are another thing).

Public health is always better than private assistance. A guaranteed

minimum wage is still always preferable to unemployment. Politics is the

world of the lesser evil. And resigning oneself to the lesser evil,

little by little one accepts the totality in which only partialities are

granted. Anyone who contrarily wants to have nothing to do with this

lesser evil is an adventurer. Or an aristocrat.

10. Politics is the art of calculation.

In order to make alliances profitable, it is necessary to learn the

secrets of allies. Political calculation is the first secret. It is

necessary to know where to put one’s feet. It is necessary to draw up

detailed inventories of efforts and outcomes. And by dint of measuring

what one has, one ends up gaining everything except the will to lay it

on the line and lose it. So one is always taken up with oneself,

attentive and quick to demand the count. With the eye fixed on that

which surrounds one, one never forgets oneself. Vigilant as military

police. When love of oneself becomes excessive it demands to give

itself. And this overabundance of life makes us forget ourselves. In the

tension of the rush, it makes us lose count. But the forgetfulness of

ourselves is the desire for a world in which it is worth the effort of

losing oneself, a world that merits our forgetfulness. And this is why

the world as it is, administered by jailers and accountants, is

destroyed – to make space for the spending of ourselves. Insurrection

begins here. Overcoming calculation, but not through lack, as the

humanitarianism that, perfectly still and silent, allies itself with the

executioner, recommends, but rather through excess. Here politics ends.