I am not the animal
that stays silent for a meal
I am not that animal
because I have within me
a discontent
that nourishes me.
The sea boasts of its depth
and time of its wisdom
the wind, of its power
the sea boasts of its depth
the earth of its stature
and man, I don’t know of what.
They call me the black sheep
I’ve always been called the black sheep in the flock
for not sharing the mess
with others in the filth
when the common lands are so clean.
My homeland is Freedom
the Universe my god
my homeland is Freedom
my flag, reason
my path, truth
that’s how I think.
I’ve sung about almost everything
that has given me pause
I’ve sung about almost everything
and now I’m going to sing
to the one that never existed
The Dove of Peace.
Sheep leave wool on the wires when they pass by,
sheep leave wool on the wires,
and men, when they hunt,
leave indelible marks
on those of their own kind.
I’ve spent half my life
arguing with my donkey,
and the animal would say to me, “Look at the world, you’re always riding on top of me.”
I’m looking around and I don’t see
the shepherd of the flock,
I only see the dogs
that silently lead them
to the slaughterhouse.
Andalusia is my mother,
and I love her like a son.
Andalusia is my mother,
I venerate her with all my heart,
but I am like the air,
my homeland is the whole world.
From here,
to those who wage wars,
I’m going to say one thing:
go underground
so the world can smell like roses
because it smells so much like shit.
Don’t try to lull me to sleep with stories
don’t try to lull me to sleep
with time I’ve learned
where the winds blow from
and I don’t even trust the wind.
Many get annoyed
when they hear me sing
they still get annoyed
they’re falling behind me
because I’m climbing the hill
of discontent.
The man with a mace
tried to stop the wind
the man with a mace
also tried to stop time
and it was no use
that’s where talents crash.
I grab hold of the soleá
and shout with the seguiriya
I grab hold of the soleá
but when I get to the fandango
I’m a squashed ant
that has to die accusing.
El Cabrero, Una disconformidad
Flamenco singer José Domínguez, known as El Cabrero, passed away in Seville on Tuesday morning at the age of 81. A charismatic, free-spirited figure, he was admired in the world of flamenco for decades.
From childhood and for much of his adult life, he was a goat herder, having only acquired a presence on social media in the final phase of his artistic career. Herding gave him ample time to “think and look to the future,” serving as “a refuge.”
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Ben Morea in Exarchia
From the CrimethInc. collective (13/05/2026)
A Eulogy and Paean to Freedom
Ben Morea has passed away. Known for his participation in Up Against the Wall Motherfucker, the self-styled “street gang with an analysis” active in the Lower East Side of Manhattan in the late 1960s, he withdrew from the city and pursued a path into revolutionary animism. In the following eulogy, Tasos Sagris of Void Network recounts Ben’s subsequent visit to Exarchia, the Athenian neighborhood famed as a hotbed of anarchism.
Today, the Exarchia that Tasos describes has also changed. To mourn a person is to mourn an entire vanished world. Yet, as Tasos explores, there is a silver thread that connects Ben’s life and the legacy of Exarchia to our own present and possible future.
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