… we convalescents still need art, it is another kind of art – a mocking, light, fleeting, divinely untroubled, divinely artificial art that, like a bright flame, blazes
into an unclouded sky! Above all: an art for artists, only for artists!
I would like to spin a eulogy / of filth, of poverty, of drugs and suicide . . . drugs, disgust, rage
Pier Paolo Pasolini
Banks give birth to ‘robbers’.
Prisons to ‘terrorists’.
Products to the ‘need’.
Borders to armies.
All because of private property.
Violence is engendered by Violence.
Don’t ask. Don’t stop me.
It’s time to restore
the supreme act of moral justice.
Poeticize life and act on it.
For as long as it takes, from the beginning
I defend ANARCHISM
Poetry is the gesture of language expressing itself as language, a medium which refuses itself as an end in itself (the aesthetic attitude), or as a means to a further end (the instrumentalisation of language) … Mallarmé’s milieu pur.
Anarchism is politics as the gesture/exposure of the being-in-community of human beings, politics as a “showing”, a “revealing”, which cannot speak itself without becoming an end in-itself (fetishised insitutionalisation) or an end to a further (transcendental, non-political) end. Anarchy refuses self-justification in constitutional forms (e.g., capitalist parliamentarianism) or in the making of a priori communitarian identities. It is as gesture, as a permanent bringing forth and support of itself, an ethics.
Anarchism is politics as poetry, as pure gesture; an autonomous community’s way of life.
If Plato expelled the poets from the Republic, it was because poetry’s way of being defied all order. The prohibition of poetry was the suppression of art’s an-arche, its refusal of any foundation or ground for the showing/coming into being of expression.
O clear intelligence, force beyond all measure! 295
O fate of man, working both good and evil!
When the laws are kept, how proudly his city stands!
When the laws are broken, what of his city then?
Never may the anarchic man find rest at my hearth,
Never be it said that my thoughts are his thoughts.
(Sophocles, Antigone, 295-330)
The anarchist is poet, as the poet is anarchist, in their desire to live beyond Law.
The poetry of Katarina Gogou gives a voice to this way of life …