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Title: Reviews Author: dot matrix Language: en Topics: A Problem of Memory, Creating Anarchy, critique, Killing the Artist, Passion Fruit, Politics is Not a Banana, post-civ, review, The Rag Source: Anarchy: a journal of desire armed
Passion Fruit: Anti-Authoritarian (Con)sensuous Games
PO Box 63232
St. Louis, MO 63163
83 pages; $4
This zine describes physical, sexual and flirtatious games people can
play with each other that are creative and as safe as seems reasonable.
It discusses issues of consent, communication, and disease. It tries to
be fun and responsible.
I have a soft spot in my heart for the thinking behind this zine. I grew
up in the time before AIDS, when the shots from the Sexual Revolution
were still reverberating (including the ones of penicillin). My early
feminist years were spent thinking and reading about how breaking the
corporate, button-down affect, getting in touch with our bodies,
refusing to abide by suburban morality, were all practices that would
liberate us, as well as celebrate our liberation.
There is still something to these arguments â the understanding that we
are animals not floating brains, that bodies are to be embodied, that
the control implied by suits and high heels may be what we need to
attain to destroy this society, but will destroy us as it has the people
who believe in it. And Passion Fruit is explicit in its desire to open
up peopleâs options around forms of relationships, which I can only
appreciate.
But too much emphasis on sexuality is problematic too. Over-hyped
sexuality is the haven of a corporatized world; it is the award and the
consolation for our (presumed) powerlessness in the rest of our lives.
Acknowledging the power of sex in human life is one thing; understanding
how this culture has forced even more significance into sex is another.
Understanding how we are all taught to manipulate (and be manipulated
by) sex is part of that.
PF might have worked better for me if it had used different graphics.
The images drop you into the middle of a party full of strangers. Of
course some people love that jump-in-over-your-head approach, but I
prefer to go in one step at a time.
Perhaps the most serious question is about PFâs attempt to marry
hedonism with responsibility. Talking to people about how to have fun
while they relate in loaded, physical ways with people who they donât
know is a tricky and frequently explosive business. This zine takes the
de rigueur approach of cautioning everyone to make sure that everyone
consents to everything before anybody does anything, and encouraging
people to opt out if they feel uncomfortable. This is the standard
approach made popular by sexual harassment suits everywhere: the
approach that says that we can have hedonistic fun while dotting iâs and
crossing tâs, that trust comes from having signed on the dotted line.
Perhaps this approach is the best we can do. But I would love to see an
analysis that challenges that perspective on safety, on consent, and on
play.
Politics is Not a Banana
journal of vulgar discourse
One of a spate of zines that are being distributed primarily online as
PDFs, leaving it up to the reader whether to read it online or download
and print it out, PiNaB is a pretty, clean, light-hearted,
insurrection-inspired, thoughtful publication with a heavy design
element.
It is so designed in fact that the design becomes one of the loudest (if
ambiguous) facets of the content. For example, the footnotes are larger
than the body text, and are set off in bright red. Message: perhaps that
our roots and/ or tangents are important? Or perhaps that we should pay
attention to things that are normally considered secondary? Or perhaps,
that size and color are not in fact a measure of importance?
Documents that are published online (with the goal of people printing
them out themselves) have different (not fewer) challenges than pieces
designed for hardcopy. Instead of having to make decisions based on
price (of ink, of paper type, of shipping, etc), online documents have
to negotiate the differences between reading on a screen (short text
sections to suit reading on a monitor, a clunkier page change process,
etc) with reading in hardcopy. Pages need to work as well in color (for
the screen) as in black and white (per the limitations of most home
printers â unless your audience is primarily people who will be scamming
color copies).
PiNaBâs design means that it is not especially easy to read, either on
screen or in hard copy.
The main problem was one running thread (apparently a subpiece called
âpolitics is not a banananotesâ?) that streams along the bottom of the
pages. This piece is particularly hard to read â as itâs very broken up
â and distracts from the other articles above it. Furthermore, the
argument for design is that reading as a sensual experience is worth
focusing on, which is contradicted by presenting the document in a way
that de-emphasizes touch.
But life is full of compromise.
This document negotiates territory between appealing and funny, and
between sincerity and jargon. One of the first images is an apparently
appreciative, but perhaps ironic, picture of a masked frat-looking white
boy grabbing his crotch in good wigger style.
Thereâs an argument that this sets a theme for this publication. There
is a lot of talk about sex, and some about shit, in what is clearly
attempting to reflect a transgressive integration of body and theory.
Sometimes this works, but sometimes it just turns the body into another
rhetorical device.
A brief philosophical and political introduction to the concept of
post-civilization
Another of the PDF / online documents that are becoming more common,
Post-Civ! comes from one of the people who brought us the excellent
magazine, Steampunk. That magazine floated above the conflicts that come
from appealing to a broad base of people who frequently donât get along
with each other (science fiction aficionados, DIYers, crafters, anti-civ
idealogues, etc). Post-Civ! is a more direct approach to the question of
critiquing civilization while not necessarily being anti-tech, and
promotes a civilization-critique-without-modifiers. âItâs about the
anarchist urban hunter-gatherer squatting the ruins of the city living
side-by-side with the micro-hydro engineer who has rigged the water
running through the sewers to power her gristmill... Itâs about never
laboring again. (In this case, we are defining labor as âunnecessary,
unenjoyable workâ.) Frankly, itâs about destroying civilization and
saving the world and living a life of adventure and fulfillment.â
This attempt has honorable precedents. Historically Voltairine de Cleyre
is the exemplar of anarchy without adjectives and the utopian novel
âbolo âbolo by p.m. posits a future world in which contradictory
lifeways will coexist as long as certain fundamentals (eg community
size) remain stable.
While ideologues will be frustrated by the crossing of certain lines,
itâs hard to argue with the three basic premises put forth for the
definition of post-civilized thought:
Civilization is unsustainable and unsalvageable; it is neither possible
nor desirable to return to a pre-civilized state of being; figuring out
a good post-civilization is therefore appropriate. There are people who
are so attached to the definition of pre-civilization as meaning all
things good that they will have a hard time getting past number two, but
rhetoric aside, there is nothing to argue with.
The writer(s?) of Post-Civ! takes the route that is more complicated in
practice: not rejecting all technology but picking and choosing what
works for a specific situation and what doesnât, not rejecting science
but also ânot worshiping it.â
This will stick in the craw of those who see science and/or technology
as an overarching philosophy, part and parcel of the problems that we
face today, but the conflict may be a semantic one, something to
determine as (and ii) the project continues. If we agree that we have
been irretrievably shaped by our world, then the best we will ever be
able to do in overcoming it is to be skeptical of and challenging toward
the things that seem to push us to (or keep us in) the status quo.
Since being purist and heady is one way to support the status quo, and
since being unreflective and action- or product-oriented is another way
to also support the status quo, we will always be in the position of
doing the best we can in any given situation.
Post-Civ! seems to err on the side of getting along in a milieu of
people who donât worry much about making friends, and therefore may not
satisfy many of their most obvious audience (and will probably be the
center of some conflict). But this is a fine little publication. The
question is whether the producers are prepared to weather the conflict
as bravely as de Cleyre did, and continue to flesh out the bones of
their interesting idea.
PO Box 10785
Dublin 1, Ireland
www.ragdublin.org
I visited Ireland for a few weeks many years ago. I donât have a strong
knowledge of the place. I know the basics. Itâs strongly Catholic:
everything shuts down on Sundays, abortions are even more inaccessible
there than they are in the US (unlike the rest of Europe, which in
general has no question about whether women should be able to have
them). The violence of ongoing warfare; its status as one of the
earliest colonies; these realities make Ireland a very different place
than the US. So it is hard to position myself relative to the feminist
theory that I have read from Ireland, which, to my eyes, seems so
reminiscent of the 1970s.
The Rag has articles, like so many dozens of other feminist zines, on
herbal medicines, on domestic violence, on why there are so few women in
anarchist scenes, on midwives, on the value of anger, and so on. Sadly,
the content is no more unusual than the topics. Women donât want to be
part of anarchist scenes because there is a culture of macho posturing,
for example. If I had a penny for every time Iâve heard that... I donât
know if itâs true, although some of the best anarchist posturing I know
is done by women, myself included â what I do know is that I would love
to read something that doesnât talk about boys making room for girls,
bur perhaps talks about girls taking their own room. Power, in any
meaningful sense, can not be given. It must be claimed. The one
different thing in this publication is the article on sexworkers. While
still couched uncomfortably in âmen shouldnât see women as meatâ
language, it is at least one indication that feminist arguments have
moved incrementally farther than they were when good feminists didnât
talk about decriminalizing sex work.
There is a strong need for people, in groups and individually, to
reconsider how women and men, girls, boys, and other, people in general,
interact with each other and themselves. There are ongoing, decades-old,
centuries-old, problems that relate to how we value ourselves and each
other. The urgency of that need is only covered up, concealed, by
rhetoric that was tired 20, even 30, years ago.
Like I said, I donât know. Maybe this stage of dialog is an important
part of what needs to happen in Ireland. But it would be great if
somehow we could learn more from each other, instead of having to go
over the same road again and again, reading the same tired signs that
donât seem to get us to where we want to go.
12 pages, no price listed
stephanemdc@hotmail.com
This reprint of a chapter from a book in French, A mort lâartiste, is a
brief and scathing indictment of the artist-as-advanced-individual
ideal. Starting with the history of artists under the patronage of the
wealthy and powerful (whether noble or church-based), the author(s) move
on to point out that currently artists are merely workers with attitude.
âPresenting themselves as the victims of the commodification of culture,
they are actually simultaneously its result and one of its principal
agents... being the social category recognized notably for its ârightâ
to subversion and transgression, the artist remains the best agent for
the neutralisation of critique and its aesthetic recycling.â
While there is not that much that is new here â particularly lacking is
an acknowledgment of the impact that aesthetics do have on our lives or
the possibilities inherent in something like Oscar Wildeâs determined
dandy-ism â it could serve as an wake-up call for any self-righteous
liberal arts major you want to smack down.
Available online (in French) at
Ron Sakolsky
Fifth Estate Books
Liberty, TN
$15, paper, 215 pages
Creating Anarchy works on a few levels â for example Sakolskyâs concise
and clear critique of issues like democracy and voting are refreshing
and valuable in these days of âanybody but Bush.â The first pieces in
this book are bite size, e.g. interviews with Sakolsky and others that
donât go very deeply into any of the things that they talk about, and
descriptions of Sakolskyâs experiences teaching or working on free radio
projects. These are fine examples of lessons learned, but lessons that
are easy to come by in most of our lives, so the audience is apparently
young people without a lot of experience in this arena.
The best parts of this book come later, and are on the history and
relationship between surrealism and anarchist (or anti-state) thinking.
Sakolsky is a fine historian, intimately connected with his topic(s),
knowledgeable and accessible in tone. These pieces are not just his
thoughts about the connections between these two fields, but also
introductions to various surrealist painters, poets and musicians, for
readers who want more information about this tradition.
Some discordant notes
interpreting quotations. Sakolsky quotes people and then explains what
the quotation means. Is this because Sakolskyâs history with the authors
gives him an understanding of what they mean that is better than what
they actually say? Perhaps that is the case, but if so, using quotations
is a confusing way to make the given points.
word play. I donât know why someone who has a background in, and
information about, poetry would do some of the goofiness that Sakolsky
does here. Phrases like âsnivilizationâ ârealpolitricks,â and âevil of
two lessersâ are neither funny (although of course humor is in the
perspective of the beholder) nor interesting commentary. Particularly
irritating are simplistic references to animals as in any way relevant
to state tendencies, as in âUnited Snakes of America.â Itâs cheesiness
like this that gives play a bad name.
Among the complicated philosophical concepts that are bounced around
uncritically in this book are the tropes of
building-an-anarchist-movement, and life=good/death=bad.
It is easy and problematic to use the word âmovementâ as the way to talk
about increasing the strength of anarchist ideas. The word has enough
baggage, along the lines of democracy and glorification of the masses,
to sound alarms. Nor is life is always good, or death always bad, but
those associations too are taken for granted in this culture. Someone
who has been around as long as he has, and who is conversant in the
significance of dreams and storytelling, might be expected to have a
more sophisticated understanding. Life and death are part of a whole,
made significant by each other. Making one good and the other bad denies
both.
The book also includes pictures from various surrealist artists,
including Don La Coss, Clifford Harper, Sue Simensky Bietila, Cathy
Stoyko, and others.
by Taylor Sparrow
Eberhardt Press
Only a Nod
If you are looking for a current, accessibly written book that talks
about the history of US racism against black people, doesnât demonize
all white people, and gives some examples of projects for education
reform, this could be the book for you. The author spent some time in a
class in Douglas High School (in the 9^(th) Ward of New Orleans), and
examples from that class provide descriptions of where some kids are
right now in their suspicion and boredom with school (and presumably
with their options in general). The history of British colonization of
Scotland and Ireland gives context to the history of Black people in the
US. And projects like Students At the Center (SAC), Young Peopleâs
Project (YPP), and the Algebra Project are given as examples of people
making a system that works for students â apparently in hope that such
an educational system will encourage students to make a better world.
This book gets some important things right: a) schools are not failing
but succeeding at their goal (which is to manage and create people who
believe they have no options); b) that this is true regardless of the
economic background of the students (although the tactics might be
different for different classes); c) that saviors and charity donât
actually create serious change, and d) that memory is a big deal.
But if youâre looking for deep thoughts about memory and history and how
we address or experience being cut off from our past, or stories that
might actually (as promised) end some nightmares, then this book will
disappoint.
The bookâs most significant weakness is that it conceives of race as
black and white. Asian people are not mentioned once, and native and
latin people are thrown in as âand them too.â While of course engaged
readers can make some connections, this lack indicates unsophisticated
thinking about race and power. Race here and now is about so much more
than Manichean âyour team vs my teamâ. And the rhetoric of race,
especially in activist circles, has so far to go to coherently address
the issues of what is currently called âinternalized racismâ that it was
very disappointing to have this book be so simple on this facet of the
topic.
APoMâs most ironic failure is in its nod to a hopeful future. If
educational projects like SAC, YPP and the Algebra Project are the best
hope for a better future, how are they different from multiple previous
education reform projects? History has shown that these kinds of
projects are so easily integrated into the status quo as to be swallowed
without a ripple. A quote from one of the authorâs mentors, Kalamu Ya
Salaam: âUnless and until [disenfranchised youth] can honestly recognize
and confront their own realities, they will never be able to truly
transform themselves and their communities.â Of course, the rub is that
what some people mean by transformation is really not what others mean.
Educational projects are a fine liberal goal, one that is easy to find
support for since it is a deeply-held liberal concept that more
information will solve all problems. There have been multiple efforts to
empower students through various levels of student participation, from
students organizing against wars to members of radical groups becoming
teachers to effect change from within. A brief foray into a library
reveals that in past decades there have been many high school students
who were articulate about the racism and classism of the school system
and who had hope that society could be changed. The efforts that are
cited in APoM are working at getting students just to that level of
analysis (by giving them skills and confidence), and there is no
evidence (when and if they get there) that any more change will be
effected than was 35 years ago. The question of reform vs. revolution,
of what makes change, is only alluded to in this book, and the allusions
donât make a compelling argument. The authorâs failure to acknowledge
the history that exists here is in direct contradiction to the title of
the book.
Finally, there is always a push and pull to memory. Remembering where we
came from is crucial to knowing where we are, but we also best remember
what best suits us or what we best understand, and what we best remember
doesnât necessarily help us to create different ways of being. Taught to
be within structures that despise both us and what we long for, we are
not necessarily capable of remembering the things that might be most
important to who we want to be. This conservative role of memory is
another nuance that is never acknowledged here.
The title of this work gives a nod to significant and powerful topics, a
rich menu, but then offers up potato chips and miniature cucumber
sandwiches, leaving the reader not starving but ready for something
more.