There’s an article on Vice/Noisey which has been making the internet rounds lately about being a lady in a band. I have mixed feelings about even mentioning the article, because I don’t want to belittle the author’s experiences and feelings, but it’s definitely important context. Reading it, and some of the reactions and commentary around it, got me thinking about how I might write something similar.
Today is Ian MacKaye's birthday. Best known as the frontman of Minor Threat and Fugazi and as the co-founder of Washington DC's influential Dischord record label, the 52-year-old musician has an iconic reputation within the punk rock world, his name a by-word for uncompromised integrity, independent thought and principled self-determination.
A little more than a year ago, we announced a new series, The Anarchist Imagination, challenging people to write compelling anarchist utopian novellas and novels. (Okay, we said novellas at the time, but then we published a novel. So I suppose we're open to novels too.)
In the existing world, largely governed by the logic of capital and the pathologies of accumulation, real madness is the absence of revolt. Wherever revolt is absent in the world today, we should worry about human health and sanity. A society that does not revolt against a social order that damages it with such escalating facility—psychologically, collectively, ecologically—is a society at the terminal stage. Revolt is the healthy expression of reasonable refusal.
Indian country divided. Box office sales slumpy. Johnny Depp stoned (yep he sure seems like it) on Jimmy Kimmel late night TV, having a lovefest of smooches, not much else. Is the flick a parody or scar on years of trying to get buried history, unearthed? Um. Here we go. Surprised. I went expecting Disney awful weirdness, why wouldn't i.
At least twice a week I get an email asking for support for a new project via Kickstarter. More often than not I pledge money, wanting to act in solidarity with friends and acquaintances with giant ideas but small bank accounts. And Kickstarter, once a promising platform for artists and other cultural producers to raise money, has become the go-to tool for fundraising by writers, artists, designers, political activists, and even popular musicians and award-winning filmmakers. As more friends use it, and as I cough up more and more money with every visit to the website, it seems a good time to try to crack it open to see how it works—and who it really works for.
On February 25th of 1970 artist Mark Rothko took his life by cutting his arms with a razor the very same day nine of his paintings arrived at London’s Tate Gallery. He was found in his kitchen covered in blood. Mark Rothko took some barbiturates and opened a vein in his arm. Today Rothko lives on in his work, owned by the bourgeoisie. The rich and powerful can afford to buy one of his paintings. His painting Orange, Red, Yellow sold for $86,882,500 on May 8, 2012. This striving to own a part of this man may be one of the biggest slaps in the face he could receive. Mark Rothko was not silent about his feeling for the Bourgeoisie.
Almost since the birth of cinema, anarchists and anarchism have been a subject for exploration (and exploitation) on film. So much so, that films with anarchist protagonists or anarchic themes could literally fill a book. Indeed, such films *have* filled a book; Richard Porton’s Film and the Anarchist Imagination (1999, Verso) provides an exhaustive examination of the influence of anarchist ideology on this particular sector of the culture industry. As a self-identified anarchist and film producer, I would have to give Porton’s text much credit for inspiring this article, and my work in general. Though this is not a review or a synopsis of his text and anyone who desires a much more detailed discussion of the topics, that I merely graze here, should head immediately to his brilliant book.
How is it possible that three women,Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, Yekaterina Samutsevich and Maria Alekhina, members of the Russian punk band, Pussy Riot, remaine locked up in a Moscow j the Russian Orthadox Church are the most responsible. In any event, they are both despicable in their own right.