From Ill Will editions and anarchist news, a quick and dirty english translation of a review of The Invisible Committee’s Now from yesterday’s Le Monde, along with an interview with Julien Coupat and Mathieu Burnel with Le Monde (20/04/2017) …
INSURGENT THOUGHT IN A FRAGMENTED WORLD
A review of The Invisible Committee’s new book, Now Nicolas Truong | Le Monde | 20.04.2017
Back when globalization was still an ideal, we heard witty minds announce the end of history, perpetual peace, and the reign of liberal democracy. Today the planet is everywhere disintegrating into internecine wars and electoral insurrections. This is the new world insanity [deraison]. This is the world whose fall the rioters of the “Invisible Committee” aim to precipitate, by means of clashes with the police and theoretical offensives. Following on The Coming Insurrection (2007) and To Our Friends (2014), this group of revolutionaries – some of whose presumptive members, such as Julien Coupat and Mathieu Burnel — remain suspects in the so-called “Tarnac Affair” investigations — have just released a new work. Its title, Now, nicely sums up both their sense of urgency and their need for immanence. The urgency of a revolution in the face of the rising forces of reaction; immanence of the bodies and capacities [puissance] of the moment—impatience and violence. For the Invisible Committee, critique must submerge itself in action: “All the criticism of financial capitalism forms a pale figure when one looks upon a bank window that’s been smashed out and tagged, “Here’s your agio!”
To reach the heart of this philosophy of the riot, some may need to get over the revulsion they experience at its aestheticization of violence, its heroic portrayal of bashed-out bus shelters, or the annoyance that its staging of photos of hooded youth can provoke. As a theoretical manual for «guerilla des bocages » [guerillas of the grove], such as those at the ZAD of Notre-Dame-des-Landes, and for « corteges de tete» [“heads of the march”], such as those from the demonstrations against the labor law, this work allows us to access the state of mind of today’s insurgent youth.
It being election season right now, their will to have done with politics is evident. France is described as the “land of power” [pay du pouvoir], a true “court society,” where a myriad of “Sun Kings” reign, from high and low and in every institution and party, each with its processions of flatterers and coteries. This religion of power is a “cultural disease,” they insist, which affects parliament no less than it does the ultra-left: “Each little group scrambles after scraps on the radical marketplace by inveighing as brutally as possible against its closest rivals”.
A “Destituent Insurrection”
Nuit Debout? The movement at the Place de la Republique undoubtedly offered the occasion for some “beautiful encounters”, but it was certainly not a new Paris Commune. Above all, the rule laid down by the “Nuit de Boutistes”, which enforced a serialization of speeches followed by no effective decisions, and led to a sort of “legislative organ deprived of executive power”, ended up crushing the movement under a “disjointed string of Leftist monologues” and a “microphone bureaucracy”. Hence our insurgents’ refusal to “do politics differently”, as is so often said, and their desire to do “something other than politics”. But what exactly? A revolution, of course. But, more precisely, a veritable “destituent insurrection”, which, like May 1968, seeks to free itself from the constituted institutions—state, school, university— whose model remains the Church.
But if “all the reasons to make a revolution are there,” they assure us, why doesn’t this generalized insurrection ever come? Because of the permanence of the “society of the spectacle” of which Guy Debord spoke, i.e. a world of commodities in which the individual contemplates his own life as a spectator behind an accumulation of images: “it’s not reasons that make revolutions, but bodies. And their bodies are in front of the screens”, lament the authors. The insurrection doesn’t arrive because money corrodes life, gangrenes both body and mind. Accounting has seeped into the very heart of our intimacies: “Before Airbnb, an unoccupied room at home was a guest room (…), whereas now it’s lost income. Before Blablacar, to travel alone in your car was an opportunity to daydream (…), now it’s an opportunity to make a little cash.” These youth refuse politics no less than they do an economy that reduces the existence of the “exhausted ones” [‘crevard] of today to the sort of despair that Edward Munch once painted in The Scream.
This is why, they assert, the opposition to the labor law of the spring of 2016 was not a social movement, but rather a “political conflict, as May 68 was”. The comparison of slogans (from 1968’s “power to the imagination” to today’s “in ashes, everything becomes possible”) will perhaps make one smile, and certainly allows one to glimpse the passage from the joy of the 1960s to the darkness of our times. The apologias for “looting”, “destruction” and “smashing”, never mind the discussions of “bricking cops,” will chill even the most hardened of readers. Yet it is when our insurgents are the least predictable that they are the most powerful. When they describe their revolt as a lyrical and enraged quest for the “meaning of life”, when they remind the initiated that communism was germinated in the Book of Psalms and in apocryphal texts, or that “the class struggle dates back at least to the Prophets of Jewish antiquity”. Or when they venture, in the wake of the Italian philosopher Giorgio Agamben, to describe what new “forms-of-life” could be. In spite of, and even against, their apologias for violent acts, if we wish to understand the chaos of our time, it is important to read these impatient young people attempting to “force open the door of the present”.
 Agio: a term used in commerce for exchange rate, discount or premium. Agios (AyLOQ) is also a Greek word meaning “Sacred” or “Saint”.
 “Chapelet decousu”: the term chapelet can also refer to saying the Rosary. -IWE
JULIEN COUPAT AND MATHIEU BURNEL: POLITICS IS NOTHING BUT THE REIGN OF FEINTS AND SHENANIGANS
Le Monde | April 20, 2017. Translated by Ill Will Editions.
Editor’s note: The trial of Julien Coupat and Mathieu Burnel, known as the “Tarnac affair”, has dragged-on for over eight years now. On the 10th of January, the Court of Appeals deemed that it was no longer to be classified as a terrorism case. Assumed by many to belong to the Invisible Committee—whose first opus, The Coming Insurrection (2007), was a resounding success—they here take a critical look at the presidential campaign. Their newest book, Maintenant [Now], is due to hit the shelves next week.
Le Monde: What do you make of the presidential campaign?
What campaign? There was no campaign. There was a soap opera, a fairly worn-out one at that, to tell the truth, full of twists and turns, scandals, dramatic tension and suspense. Much brouhaha, a tiny frenzy, but nothing that managed to pierce the wall of generalized confusion. Not that there is any lack of followers for each candidate, tossing-about with varying degrees of fanaticism in their virtual bubbles. But this fanaticism only deepens the feeling of political unreality.
A graffiti that went up in Place de la Nation during the Mayday demonstration last year stated: “There will be no presidential election”. It suffices to project ourselves ahead to the day after the final round of the election to grasp what’s prophetic in this tag: whatever happens, the new president will be as much a puppet as the current one, the legitimacy of their governance will be just as lacking, just as minoritarian and impotent. This fact isn’t solely due to the extreme withering of politics—to the fact that it has become impossible to believe honestly in all that is done and said there—but is likewise due to the fact that politics is a derisory means of confronting the depth of the current disaster.
What can politics and its proclamatory universe do when confronted by the concomitant collapse of ecosystems and subjectivities, of the wage society and the global geopolitical order, the meaning of life and the meaning of words? Nothing. It only adds to the disaster. There is no “solution” to the disaster we’re going through. To think in terms of problems and solutions is only one more aspect of this disaster, a way of safeguarding us from any serious questioning. What’s called into question by the current state of the world is not merely a political system or a certain form of social organization but a whole civilization, that is to say, ourselves, our ways of living, of being, of relating and thinking.
The buffoons who mount their platforms to boast of the “solutions” they’ll be strong enough to enact once elected are only pandering to our need for illusion, our need to believe that some kind of decisive change exists that would spare us, and spare us above all from the need to fight. All the “revolutions” that they promise us are only there so that we may avoid changing who we are, to relieve us of any physical or existential risk. They’re candidates for the deepening of the catastrophe. Seen in this light, it would seem that for some people the need for illusion is virtually insatiable.
You say that, but never in an election have there been so many candidates vowing to “flip over the table”. And how can you brush-off the enthusiasm in recent weeks for the candidacy of Jean-Luc Mélenchon?
Jean-Luc Mélenchon is nothing, since he’s already been everything, even a Lambertist. He’s only the surface projection of the Left’s impotence in the face of the course of the world. The Mélenchon phenomenon is a fit of desperate credulity. We need only look to case of Syriza in Greece or Ada Colau’s mayorship in Barcelona to know that the “radical left”, once installed in power, can do absolutely nothing. No revolution can be launched from the heights of the state. Still less in these times, when states are more submerged than at any prior time.
All the hopes placed in Mélenchon are destined to be disappointed. The “radical left” governments that claim their base in “popular movements” wind up defeating them [venir à bout] not by repression but by depression. The very virulence of the Melenchonists testifies sufficiently to their need to convince themselves of what they know to be a lie. To invest this much energy in conversion, one must already be unsure of believing it oneself. And anyway, no one has ever toppled a system by following its rules.
Elections were never intended to allow us each to express ourselves politically, but rather to rejuvenate the adherence of the population to the machinery of government, that it may consent to its own dispossession. These days they’re no more than a gigantic mechanism of procrastination. They exist to prevent us from having to think about the means and forms of a revolution that would start from what we are, from where we already are, from our existing contact with the world [depuis là ou nous avons prise sur le monde].
What is more, as with every presidential election in this country, there is a sort of sickly resurgence of the national myth, of the collective autism that fantasizes a France that never existed. The national has become a plane of impotence and neurosis. Our power to act lies both prior to and beyond its level, overflowing it on every side.
But what do you propose? To let Marine Le Pen gain power?
It is obvious that Marine Le Pen has a precise function within the French political system: the threat that it represents serves only to force our participation in procedures nobody believes in any more, to make us vote while “holding our nose”, meanwhile dragging the terms of the public debate so far to the Right as to allow the mainstream political system to falsely appear as an escape from it, even though it forms its keystone.
Obviously, the question today is not of exiting the Eurozone but of exiting of the economy, the same one that transforms us into rats. Obviously the problem is not the invasion of “foreigners” [étrangers] but our living in a society in which we are strangers [étrangers] to one another and to ourselves. Obviously the issue is not one of restoring full employment, but of ending the need for everything we do, the bulk of it nonsensical, to be done just to “earn a living”. Obviously, it is not a question of “doing politics differently”, but of doing something other than politics—it has become clear that politics is, at all levels, only the reign of feints and shenanigans.
No revolution could be crazier than the times in which we’re already living – the days of Trump and Bashar, Uber and the Islamic State, Pokémon hunting and the extinction of bees. To become ungovernable is no longer an anarchist fad, it has become a vital necessity, inasmuch as those who govern us are obviously at the helm of a ship that is headed toward the abyss. Even the most measured observers admit that politics is decomposing, and describe the current campaign as “elusive” only to avoid having to say “non-existent”. There is no reason we should submit to a ritual that has become so obviously harmful. We’re tired of understanding why everything goes wrong.
So you think there is nothing to expect from these elections?
Certainly, there is: their derailing [débordement]. A year ago, it took only a few Youtube’rs and a handful of high school students to catalyze an intense months-long battle over a labor law. What was then translated into regular street clashes was nothing other than the extreme discrediting of the political apparatus, and consequently a refusal to allow oneself to be governed.
Do you think that the day after these elections, which have been a form of democratic blackmail from the very first moment, the disgust with politics will be lessened one bit? Do you think that everyone will continue to sit in front of their screens and quietly observe the madness of the spectacle of politics? That it won’t occur to people to ??fill the streets with our bodies rather than these dreamed-after candidates? Do you think that these elections have any chance of appeasing the restlessness of our souls? It is naïve to think that the generation that cut its teeth politically during the conflict last spring, and has only continued to develop since then, is just going to swallow this deception, with the promise of nothing more than organic veggies at the supermarket and a constituent assembly.
For months now, not two weeks have gone by without clashes in the streets of this country, over Theo [a youth who was beaten and sodomized by the police in a Parisian suburb –IWE], over the police, or anywhere the Front National tried to hold its little meetings. Obviously, this still remains minoritarian, and the non-event of the elections will of course take place. The question, then, is how we can ensure that the interstellar vacuum that will flare up after the elections, whoever the winner is, will be something other than the fact of “young people” being degraded by a disproportionate display of police force?
For this, we urgently need to re-arm our political perceptions and imagination. To decipher this era, discern whatever possibilities it contains, and locate its practicable paths. To insist that there was no presidential election, that this circus has dragged on long enough, that this world must be stopped as quickly as possible, from wherever we are, without awaiting the abyss. Let’s stop waiting, and reclaim confidence in ourselves. Then we can say, like Benjamin Fondane (1898-1944): “The world is finished. The journey begins.”