killing denouement



Palestine, BDS and anarchism?

Palestina by Melanie Cervantes
Here’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, after coming across Wayne Price’s “the Palestinian Struggle and the Anarchist Dilemma, fleshing out my own thoughts on the death of armed struggle, and then following the recent successes of the US Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions campaign. At least thus far it’s been something I’m a bit reluctant to take on especially as it looks like this is what I’ll inshallah be PhD applying to, so maybe part of a series?

BDS – Pushing for institutional change
As much as I wholeheartedly believe in, and work with BDS campaigns at various levels, there’s something that makes me slightly uneasy about banking on consumerist/lifestylist, institutional, and interstatist avenues to produce social change. Not just the question of academic boycott, which I’m wholly torn on, but it that it feels like a ‘necessary evil’, a compromise for campaign efficiency, in a way. Necessary evils – awkward good/evil morality aside, it feels like an awkward liberal binary, or people who consider themselves anti-authoritarian but insist on centralised and hierarchical organisations and meeting structures for ‘efficiency’s sake’. You could perhaps look at it in the view that ‘every little bit helps’, think global act immediately local, and so on . Kind of the way I feel about veganism, buying local/from CSAs, fair trade etc – a good (if privilege imbued) along-the-way means to an end, but not the end in itself. But when BDS becomes, or rather, feels like the only avenue, what then?

MORE: WHAT DO YOU WANT THEN, A REVOLUTION?



aux extrémistes alcooliques et aux enfants perdus


Ignore the start picture – the video at the end is a Tiqqun one from 2001, and well worth watching. It’s dedicated to the lost children; here’s some other lost children in the hipstershapes of the Bro University Radicalization Project (BURP) which focuses

on redirecting the socially repressive forces of alcohol towards spontaneous anarchy, salutes the snap attack on sober conformity, a non-hierarchical attempt to liberate U spaces in favor of their natural free-form Bro-ness and Duder-tude, with chillaxing required for any kind of mutual aid, Miller or Bud.

This in turn begs the crucial question: BROTEST + BEER(Y) + BRAXIS = BURP??. Tiqqun’s invocation of electrodes is anyway fascinating in that the short was made in 2001, and is uneasily echoed in this year’s dystopian film Sleep Dealer, set in Mexico. I won’t rehash it here, but in brief, it depicts a near-futurist world of hypersurveillance and control, and a hypercapitalism that succeeds in total virtual alienation. Exploited workers thus ‘plug in’ to machines to remotely work across the border in America, through nodes in their bodies – put in by the technified coyoteks (!). The nodes themselves strongly resemble the 1/4 jack holes where you would plug a lead into a guitar or bass – it’s interesting to map this back to the connections that humans have with their own favourite shapes of wood (as opposed to perhaps a forest). In a final cessation of humanity, people can even leech and commodify their own emotions and memories (hello, NGO-industrial) and even plug into each other’s nodes – via a computer of course.

It’s through these mostly imperceptible channels, that they transmit, second by second, the information, the mental states,the affects and the counter-affects that prolong our universal sleep



laura keeble and ZEVS liquidate globalisation

Another globalisation is possible? Probably not. This however is North Road Cemetary, in Southend, England, and it just might be where the phenomenon goes to die. Or rather three of its MNC markers – Macdonalds, Nike, and perhaps unusually, Chanel. The artist in question, Laura Keeble, based the project on “theory of magical thinking, looking at belief systems and idol worship”. She says that it plays with the viewers perception, hopefully creating a pause for thought. I can certainly think of people who indeed positively worship at the altar of the now iconic interlinked Cs, but Macdonalds? It’s nice that it can be read in so many ways though.

When I see it I for example tend to immedately think of corporate imperialism and globalisation, as opposed to maybe aspirational-luxe goods. The markers are at the same time a jolting reminder of just how far brand recognition has permeated into our collective cultural consciousness. These symbols are obviously among the most recognisable, but you’d probably be surprised as to just how many others you recognise – take the corporate logo-d flag, for example.

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brendan monroe anti new year
December 31, 2008, 5:28 pm
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Sick and headachey, this will likely be the first New Year’s Eve for about as long as I can remember (all the way to the late 90s indignancy of being babysat to those glitzy bollywood stage marathons). In Dubai with an expired license and government offices shut for what seems like sneakily forever meanwhile amounts to something like being stranded, albeit somewhat productively so. It’s early evening yet and so putting on the glad rags vs a cup of tea is still debatable, but meanwhile Brendan Monroe’s paintings are rather soothing, with the titles balmingly perfect for an Anti-New Years? Above is ‘Breaking Blood’.

Happy 2009?



paolo roversi ritratti di allora

Hmm an absence, and also an absent mind. I came across this 1998 editorial from Vogue Italia today and I’m reminded of the idea of Black Friday. Not the post Thanksgiving stupor consumerist apocalypse (but really doesn’t that walmart employee getting trampled say so much?) or the 1929 stock market collapse really either. But more like black-tongue of the plague, or genocide or concentration camps or something equally frailly horrific. The photographs -by Paolo Roversi are of course incredibly gorgeous but the models, frighteningly thin.

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electioneering

.. So it’s election day. Over the course of which we’ll see democracy and freedom and maybe hope and change and all those other four (five?) letter words spread over America like a large and perhaps particularly insidious purple bruise. My dorm appears to be a voting site to boot, currently swarming with feel-god liberalism. And, unfortunately the rather clumsily out of tune school marching band, who only seem to crawl out of the woodwork at the worst of times. They’ve thus far moved through the fight song, Sweet Child of Mine, Sweet Dreams, and -oh! currently the Final CountdownKind of like the frightening growth of Walmart above – I particularly like this dark-to-lights version. Interesting to see how it spreads along the coasts, and especially the Mexican border.

And voting, eh? I don’t believe in electoral politics and yet all the people who share this sentiment appear to be biting the Obama bullet. I can’t help but wonder if a McCain presidency wouldn’t help galvanise the quote unquote Left? Not that the last eight years did much though. Maybe it’s a question of investment – I don’t have a vote in this country, or the one with my residence visa, or the one with my passport either. If I did though, I reckon I would vote. Probably here too, if only for the local elections and third parties. And that said, if you are voting here in NY, please vote on the Working Families Party ballot line (E)?

The Nation agrees: “Vote Change like you mean it”



erik boker product dissections

Aquafresh Extreme Clean

A minty-fresh comment on consumerism from New York based artist Erik Boker in this Product Dissections series. These dissected toothpaste tubes are incredible, each its own box held down with steely pins. I was interested to learn that Boker is somewhat informed by anthropolgy – there’s a lovely sense of Bataillan formlessness to these. At the same time, some of them are structured almost like rib cages, filled with fleshy blacklung, or maybe enthopied blood oranges. Although I like these the best, I unsurprisingly find the cooler-hued blue, green and white ones the most comforting. I think the naming of the product adds a lot too, if only as a reminder of the ridiculous brand diversifications.


Aquafresh Extra Fresh

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d*face’s happy never ending

Street improvements of the best kind? This is from D*Face in London, an artist who seems to tread the line between street art and commercial graphic design. I wonder if one always comes before the other? Some of his work is really sick though:
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the decline of western civillisation


When did dot.coms become dot.cons? Who beat the beatniks into conservative consumerism? And who made adbusters – with their $50 *nobrand* black-dot-anticonsumerist sneakers – the token cultural messiah du jour anyway? Douglas Haddow is a smart, smart man (of course). And this article, Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization is kind of incredible, in a disdainfully self referential soul crushing kind of way.

The dance floor at a hipster party looks like it should be surrounded by quotation marks.