Monday, June 28, 2004
(2:16 AM) | Anonymous:
The Left is still a prisoner to lack: Or We must do something in these dark times.
I'd be lying if I said that Fahrenheit 9/11 didn't effect me in a very profound way. The suffering we see and the idiocy behind the suffering has kept me up at night, been prone to small crying fits and a general lack of energy. I am in despair. I know that the system is fucked up and refuses to work for a healthy society, I know that John Kerry is going to bomb people and I know that the problem is bigger than George W. Bush. Everything I think can happen to end this suffering is too damn hard and I can now see that this despair is another way my desire to be led is fighting my desire to be free. I also can see that my desire is pretty damn effective as I am blind to see anything that I can do.I know voting is pointless, I'm going to do it anyway. I know Michael Moore has money, I'm going to support him anyway. I know that the Church has given up on its message to the oppressed, I am going to mass anyway. I know that everything I do will be small and insignificant and easily counteracted by the axiomatic of the socius and I am going to do it anyway. Maybe if we pretend, if we have the imagination for it, that we are free to love something new can happen.
No more talk of what we are not going to do, ie. "I won't vote." I don't care what you aren't going to do and either do the dead. We are going to start thinking of anything, no matter how fucking stupid, we can do. This thread is open. I also think we need to start eating dinner together, pretending we have something of a community despite our difference. I hope we can start having house meetings and encourage each other in doing something, even if it has no point and even if we are alone.
Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the thing one is fighting is abominable. It is the connection of desire to reality (and not its retreat into the forms of representation) that possesses revolutionary force. - Michel Foucault, "Preface to Anti-Oedipus."
