Anarchy: a journal of desire armed. #39, Winter '94. COLUMNS -includes "Worse and worse" by John Zerzan, "Schiz-flux" by Julian Flowers, & "When Nationalist Frenzy Strikes" by Michael William. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Worse and Worse By John Zerzan The atrocities typical of advanced capitalism/advanced civilization seem as pronounced here in Eugene, Oregon, as elsewhere. ``Teenage Suicides Rocket'' proclaimed the local front page in September (1993), explaining that the rate of teen self-destruction in Oregon has increased 600% over the past 30 years. November found a man in the adjacent town of Springfield suffocating his toddler daughter, then burning himself to death with gasoline. He'd had a history of violence, but neighbors considered theirs a ``quiet, church-going family.'' Freud's prediction that in time everyone will be made neurotic by civilization's power to deny fulfillment is beginning to look like too rosy a take on the future. In society at large a breakdown can be seen unfolding in every area of life. The federal Education Department in September unveiled a study depicting almost half of all adults as functionally illiterate. As in cannot read or write, cannot cope with the minimum requirements of industrial life. This kind of fundamental turn-off makes the fact that now no-one puts any stock in politicians seem trivial. Soon, apparently, a majority will be dependent on Prozac (``the hottest psychiatric drug in history'') or other anti-depressants, not to mention how widespread is the use of heroin and cocaine. River Phoenix died of too much of the latter drugs on Halloween, prompting his publicist to muse, ``It leaves you to question why are young people compelled to do this?'' Meanwhile, as if rehearsing for the growing mayhem at large, the video games to which pre-teen boys are addicted embody a noticeably escalating violence. At the end of October a score of devastating Southern California fires mostly the work of arsonists grabbed national headlines for several days. Two weeks later Clinton decried the ``great crisis of the spirit'' in America, in lamenting the war-zone nature of inner cities. Science News for September 25 disclosed two studies linking workplace stress and cancer. There were 6,000 on-the-job fatalities in 1992, but the word is getting out that in fact work kills virtually everyone. An existence defined by working and paying has never produced such a sense of barrenness and even fear, for which the numbing sterility and homogeneity of consumer malls stand as perfect landmarks. The generalized culture we label postmodern, with its trademark refusal to look at the whole of this horror show, reaches its appropriate level with the moronism of Beavis and Butthead. A cynical, know-nothing stance only prompts new levels of stupidity and denial. In this way the crisis of the education system and what stands behind it can be better understood: it is not so much the function of the totality to instill conformist convictions as it is to destroy the capacity to form any. Can everyday life really be enacted on this basis much longer? Support for such a ghastly, immiserating set-up is eroding, but not nearly fast enough. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Schiz-fLux By Julian Flowers The Feminine (Yin) Christ-Bang I felt Christ shoot rat poison in my dick. Asshe spread my legs apart Holy Spurt's pussy penetrated my cunt. Clean, slap-happy men in white coats bang my butt and cut my cock. I was sopping wet, held upside down, spreadeagled with the dildofix plugged painfully up my ass - standard procedure in Bible School. Yes, hurt happens, but by and by, I get used to it. Jenny foddles my head (babysitter heaven). I let paranoia pass away. I am melting her cheeseburger request, sausage packed between flabby butt cheeks (butt will mom know?) Scam by flutter licking, forthright in a V-formation, Jesus impaled dead savior meat for sale on the spiritual jack-off market...thirsting for thrush purge puke binge flagellate unhinge reticulated postpartum inhibition. Jersey Smagmorth festers menacingly, cum-dripped soaking wet, slick on a city clit, slipping in to feed the pet-put-on-the-transgressive- overguard. Vulnerable membranes pressed & dried, a final assault on the savior, full of holes, giving up the ghost, a supercession in predefecated crucifiction, pulp-pumped myth living on pieces of dead wood, plumb full of splinters, dissectoid in a formaldehyde solution histerically rectifing even goddess, sacred sacritute maple lollipop frigging rectal therapy peyote buttom mom unzipping her jeans clitoral action & reaction like test of stretching walls, spermeable membrain, high fallutin' Susan Faludi ties her tubes baby underwater in a sinsory deprivation wank felled by feminist coughdrops on a moonlit night. Harsh miasma panoply of guilt wafted daftly by gender stereotypists of limp dick politics. General fixation on genital relation, cold-cut-cunt vivisectionist politricks, ma(i)le entrapment, Freddie Feddies collated with pro-(re)gressive men to stomp out all child-love which escapes the Christian/feminist rap. No prerogative to minor concerns, all brains deflated to vaginal brawn, a stinky solution to semenal polution, phallo-demo- er(c)ratically shallow, sucking on mussels (sad sublimation). Every woman & child for FEAR: parasitic death-trip of victimology epissed-i-melodically dissonant, 12 muscle tones smoked in ceredemonial(ly) garb(led) speech deranged in Biblical can'tation: "All men have sinned..." -Separatist Liturgy. Fallow fields of teenage delusion - I am the last trench of childhood, my desperate memories fogging over today, the poison of a dejected now, carried in the flesh, unclogs thru tears in tactile fibers, a stockpile of fresh production overturns the violence of anti-sexuality of fundamentalist parents - the vampiric draining away/deflecting of possible potentialities depressing televisions remote control illness virus of the culture, Geraldo & Oprah's fashionable victim parades, fingers point the error, living tissue crushed, poked in head and heart by Christian/feminist crusaders. No place to run, only blame to shoulder. Yet unknown variables slipping thru schizzes-flows on the margins, autonomous skizzembly of parallel and hidden vectors. But the others-they want to regulate/relegate the uncoded desire to looney bins. I squirt haphazardly on Uncle Sam's wall (so much different than machine gun fire!), collusion of oppressions in partial (reformist) politics, slow-strangling polemics not willing to wrench free of yesteryears turgid sludge, rotting minds in public schools, flesh crying out in touch-phobic cubicles pent-up like Sylvestor (St)alone stripped to the bare (non)essensuals of authoritarian discipline. Now floating US FLUX, drill of the MULTIVERSE, de-obstruction seminar in post-patriarchal pleasure particles spreading like panting dog madness. Now I remember I was 9, climbing into mom's bed every night. Rejected by God (& Goddess) we low-lying creepers, we fellows stealthily slalk health thru fruit of touch, wealth thru fruit of deed doggod done gone crowned in pistil of clover. Free breathing chirps, now the moistness of green earth invades a cackling machine where the ideological parrot hatches in the state-run test tubes; & their feminist/progressive pseudo-opposition updates the despotism of the signifier (criminalizing even Yang essence-ually). They own stock in the law, & their anti-porn lobotomy. They think a female head of state is utopia. I WANT TO SMASH ALL AUTHORITY TRASH EVERY BINARY DISTINCTION LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY OF IDEOLOGICAL EXTINCTION nubile metamorphinous dolphin action in the coral-studded bay of hopes, every pigbrain scattered to the winds of change, deranged rant of post patri-matricidal communion-green around Billy's jock ring muscles flexed, his permanent fixation, daddy lifting his skirt, now s/he sees the red cobra of desires, s/he bites the apple the core signifying nothing, full of breaks/flows connective couplings of disparate fires, blazing saddles the butt nutt pooper instinct=FEan odorless smell. Quietly they precede sucession of image haunts, sucking the real into porno commodity box, recuperation of the primal. No porno pistol promotional ad to subtract feeling into cardboard sterility, porno-spectre-man with rectum plugged with crucifix performs his ritual to unify the pseudo-opposition between flesh and spirit imposed as an extrinsic measure. Priestess-poped in head and tail by fingers poinking blame, tissue crumbling from Christian-Feminist assault, flipped sides of the same coin finding fault in organic function, emotional plague of the centuries dissolves the body into face destroying the potential for animamated becomings. Head fuck info smash jack ripped we left the oriphysical black hole for a smooth space, pristine like jeweled waters sparkling tufted pond lifting challenge of heart throb sheatrics. We gaze fulbright in the mirror, sonic dis- turbance, morphine injection, holy roller flys me to heaven, cum for Christ, lick the virgin Mary, surrender my heart to lost uni- verse. I in light I dissolved, vapor of the statusphere. I queerly pull on Paul's full-length bodice. I look at the shat- tered mirror of fragmented choices, sexual categories/lies pandering to the culturally damaged, carrying corpse of Oedipus. Ophan Heart Club to debrain the ill adapted adepts, to resane the splattered depositories=FEsquirm banks spilling over, satiated touch tales of inti-mates, torch-challenge ignites in furry frenzy flucksual duodenum cream in jeans for mama with all your friends at the slumber party, no frills passion play on the sands of chances are is patently reproduced chloryphyll redemption savior no cops or anxiety ridden corpse to blur your identity. Only multiplicity and flow, communal gardens, once uncommon desires created in the whorlwind of unhinged possibility. Every child her/his own being, every adult a loved child purrfect confectionary mix of age race and consciousness. Now to realease the old, the pent up layers of guilt and anger which strangles our flavor=FEJob robed in glamour, boiling out the poisons like so many volcanos erupting. Our vision is a climbing vine of the dead hallucinating prehistory actually actualizing clamorous de-decorum, spirted white lobed jellyfish on the beachead of Utopia jutting through into the jargled stew of juicy refrutunion. The tree of life, knowledge of good and counterevolutionary. Jettisoned fuel tank, living technology to clap our hands by. Sour-sulking deposed god refuses to die, his imprint on our flesh=FEsweating out till Flesh is God of US NOW RE- ALIZED junctions made sensory terrain traversed in a post economic red light district where heart pulsates to the sub- jective code of unassa(i)lable sovereignty, revolution grasped in a flow of unshakling desire. Open spaces, plateau after plateau passed. The nameless incarnalation, auto-coronantination, budding flower, desire revolutionary in its own right, usurps the fetid malleous stench of apostolic idiocy. Shlurps the glistening fountainous gleam of sweet sweat born in flesh's warm reception. Chale pues. Let us press together and touch trails of light perspiring toward the continuous glow of connection, every diverse spectrum revealed. Julian Flowers can be contacted through: Schiz-Flux, RR1, Box 136, La Farge, WI. 54639-9603. =20 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ When Nationalist Frenzy Strikes... By Michael William Are you a victim of the following situations? More and more, Ren=82 L=82vesque (1) pops up in your dreams, even in your erotic fantasies, or, Your husband (or wife) complains: ``Ginette (or Pierre), you've been wearing that separatist T-shirt for the last four days, and it stinks. We're doing laundry tomorrow. Can't you put something else on?'' But wearing anything else makes you feel naked, and you can't bear the shame. If you're suffering from experiences similar to these, you may want to seek the help of Nationalists Anonymous. Nationalists Anonymous (NA) is a support group of former nationalists who have come together to deal with the problem of nationalism. In a world where upsurges of nationalism seem to be occurring everywhere, we believe it's more urgent than ever to talk openly about - and to fight - this plague, which is responsible for wreaking such havoc in our personal lives. At first, in many cases the nationalist believes that nationalism is good for him. Brandishing flags and other nationalist symbols, being proud to be Qu=82b=82cois (or American or Japanese or whatever) creates a feeling of power, an intense but usually short-lived euphoria. Submerging oneself in ``the people,'' grasping at a false sense of community appears to offer the nationalist an identity, the feeling that he's a somebody. At the same time this enables him to avoid confronting what he has truly become. Trying to regain that initial feeling of well-being, the nation- alist has the tendency to resort increasingly to nationalism, and to up the dose. But as nationalism fails to identify and target the real enemies, since it doesn't respond to his genuine underlying needs and desires, the nationalist remains dissatis- fied. His daily life, he can't avoid admitting, remains as banal as ever, while his relationship with ``the people'' continues to be distant and alienating. Disoriented, frustrated, afflicted by hallucinations, he frequently clings to the illusion that everything will be better come independence (even though similar scenarios throughout the world clearly demonstrate that the birth of the Nation has never solved our problems). Habitually placing people into categories of ``us'' and ``them'' according to their ethnic or national origins, in some extreme cases the increas- ingly stupefied nationalist ends up wallowing in a blatantly racist delirium. As a result of indulging in nationalism on a regular basis, the critical faculties of the nationalist become blurred and dulled. Firm in his belief that ``our'' culture must be protected at all costs, the nationalist accepts, because it is ``ours,'' all sorts of mediocrities and crap thrown at him by the forces of capital and the media. Smug, fatuous, incapable of any honest self-criticism, of envisaging a truly different way of life, he becomes the best champion of the status quo (when it's precisely ``our'' culture that needs in large part to be dismantled). At the same time, the confused and often neurotic nationalist suc- ceeds in many cases in convincing himself that his culture dif- fers from, or is even superior to, that of the Americans, the French, the Ontarians, the Germans etc., ignoring the simple truth that these societies all share the same fundamental values. Ironically, he fervently believes in the great equalizers of contemporary culture: mass communication (rare are those who don't have a TV), and in the fundamental necessity of capital, industrialism and the State. Having accepted the basis of con- temporary domination, he readily bows to its economic demands and hierarchies. Instead of rebelling against the economic sphere as such, against his role as a mere cog in a mega-machine beyond his control, he grovels before the dictates of ``his'' economy, the national economy. Passive, submissive, he's an easy target for myriad nationalist politicians, leaders and careerists on the right and the left who are on the prowl for cannon fodder for their pathetic racketeering. Unable to recognize and appreciate the unique qualities of the people he encounters, the colourful tapestry which exists in each of us, he judges people primarily according to how they fit into the nationalist big picture. Instead of forming qualitatively different relationships with people, ones which are increasingly rich and profound, he mechanically throws in his lot with those who, far from friends, are people he doesn't even know! Nationalism is pathetic. But if the nationalist needs help through this madness, and is usually in a sorry state, we mustn't pity him too much. These days nationalism is no longer a joke! Throughout the world, it is becoming the reigning ideology, perhaps the most formidable obstacle to the birth of a new world. * * * Nationalists Anonymous is at your disposal for any questions you may have regarding nationalism. Call us today, and become part of the NA group in your area (please consult your local directory). But in the final analysis, it is up to each and every nationalist to face his problem head-on and find the will to uproot it at the source. -translation by Linda Dawe and Michael William 1. Ren=82 L=82vesque: the chain-smoking, former talk-show host who led the separatist Parti Qu=82b=82cois to their first electoral win in 1976.