Dust as a Factor of Combat, Sophie Dloussky, 2022

I have held ideas all my life. I have publicly held my ideas for twenty-seven years. Nothing on earth would ever make me change my ideas except one thing; and that is, if you will prove to me that our position is wrong, untenable, or lacking in historic fact. But never would I change my ideas because I am found guilty.

Trial and Speeches of Alexander Berkman and Emma Goldman in the United States District Court, NY, July 1917

Backtracking 199485, Rigo 23 & Erick Lyle, 10 zines including Food Not Bombs & 500 Years of Critical Resistance

As the movement grows

There will be hills and bends

But at the center of the struggle

Are your lovers and your friends

The more we hold each other up

The less we can be swayed

Here's to love and solidarity

And a kiss behind the barricades

Direct Action Survival Guide, Anarchist Zine Library

Press Press, Resource Book, 2019

100 Letters, Marina Abramovic, 1965-1979

Showboat, Toby Mott, 2016

Napoli Punx – 1979-1983; Life between music, anarchy, politics and chaos, Davide Morgera

Never Say In Private What You (Won't) Say In Public, Carlos Amorales, 2014

The Man Who Did All Things Forbidden, Carlos Amorales, 2015

Laura Flanders, It's Not Crazy

Our capacity for reflection depends on how many of us can sit down together after a long day of darkness. How do we stop fearing disagreement and start cultivating it as a practice of conversation?

The ultimate question of human history, as we'll see, is not our equal access to material resources (land, calories, means of production), much though these things are obviously important, but our equal capacity to contribute to decisions about how to live together.

What If we treat people, from the beginning, as imaginative, intelligent, playful creatures who deserve to be understood as such? How did we came to be trapped in such tight conceptual shackles that we can no longer even imagine the possibility of reinventing ourselves?

David Graeber & David Wengrow, The Dawn of Everything, 2021

We are situated in a bespoke comfortable nest, in the land of rolling hills, big cars, and cha-cha-chings: in the very hub of the Western World. A bell jar surrounds the city that the inhabitants blissfully ignore. The wars going on on TV and the Internet are entertaining, at most a burden. Waiting at red light crossings is a popular pastime, calling a friend and helper to remove uncomfortable persons is an everyday occurrence. All in the spirit of things and perfectly PC, of course. Could this be heaven daddy?

Anna McCarthy, How To Start A Revolution, 2017

The reinterpretation of common sense began when we started to assume that common sense is not a sense which constitutes a shared world around us but a capability which we have that anyone is able to act on. This capability is the capability of logic, the fact that we may say in unity: two plus two equals four. But this capability, even if we all possess it, is completely incapable of guiding us through the world or capture anything at all. It merely underlines the most outer subjectivity, even if we may assume (unjustly, of course), that all subjects are the same.

By this line of thinking we must arrive at the idea of the 'normal person' – the normal people who are all the same, because the world which they could share is missing. And because this is impossible you'll end up in a situation in which everyone who is 'not normal' needs a psychoanalyst or a god who knows what they need so that they can become like the others, meaning like somebody who is nobody in the literal sense of the word.

Hannah Arendt, Letters to Mary McCarthy, 1954

Everything is speaking

Only some will comprehend

That every murmuring and creaking

Is of consequence to them.

Kae Tempest, Mountain Road at Midnight, Divisible by Itself and One, 2023

Laurie Anderson in the New York Times, 2021

Good art possesses a kind of Ubertruth – it is more probable, more accessible, more convincing than fact itself.

Aldous Huxley, Tragedy and the Whole Truth, Music at Night, 1931