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From libcom news:
“Anti-repression march in down-town Athens leads in clashes and flaming barricades after demonstrators attack police station with rocks.
The anti-repression protest march of Thursday 24 of September organised by the Neighborhood Committee of Exarcheia, the radical enclave of central Athens, took place in response to increasing police pressure on the area and its inhabitants as well as recurring incidents of police brutality across Athens, culminating at the public torture of a 20 year old man on September the 5th, when tied to a tree policemen beat the man up to the point of breaking a rib and piercing his lung.
The protest mobilised around a thousand people, in stark contrast to a fascist demo in the parastate controlled area of Agios Panteleimonas the previous day where racist bigotry under heavy police protection managed to gather less than 100 people, plain clothed policemen included.
The demo in Exarcheia took place in defiance to the state-terror climate since the police raids which led to the arrest of 4 people earlier this week in relation to urban guerrilla warfare. Police has been building armed checkpoints across Athens, and have been announcing further arrests in a pre-election stunt of efficiency by the outgoing ridiculed right-wing government.
The demo marched through Exarcheia and towards the well fortified local police station in the outskirts of the area, where 200 of the protesters attacked the premises with stones, leading to police tear-gas retaliation. Soon the melee developed into full street-battle, with flaming barricades erected throughout the area. No arrests or serious injuries have been reported.”
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“The Insurrectionary forces of orgiastic violence showed great discipline in their four rounds of ultra-violence through Pittsburgh violence today. 1st round: dumpsters, tear gas, shit. 2nd round: a bank. 3rd round: cops hit, flares off, multiple businesses destroyed. 4th round: a night of pure rage, McDonalds, right aid, American apparel, recruiting station, police station, bagels, cars, windows, homophobes, cops, every single store on the path of war was made obsolete in greatness and glory, dumpsters on fire, cop windshields cracked, and on top of that, students, togas and utter madness. Can’t stop the chaos.”
-An Anonymous Excited Poster to Anarchist News
From Anarchist News:
“Shortly after 10 p.m., a Bash Back!-themed black bloc a hundred or more strong appeared on Forbes Street between Atwood Street and Oakland Avenue. The march was pushing half a dozen or more dumpsters, which were upended in the intersections while seemingly all the corporate businesses on the block lost their windows. Another dumpster was rolled further down the street and set alight before being upended as the bloc fled north.
We can imagine the atmosphere of the street at that instant: the running figures, the explosions of breaking glass reverberating off the buildings, the dim streetlights on masked faces, the sound of nearby sirens reminding everyone that militarized riot police in full force were on the way from only a couple blocks’ distance.
Pamela’s Diner, Panera Bread, McDonald’s, Bruegger’s Bagels, Subway, Rite Aid, FedEx Kinko’s, American Apparel, the Pitt Shop, and other businesses suffered damage. An H&R Block nearby on Atwood also reported vandalism. The bloc moved north, encountering a police substation on which a particularly bitter revenge was exacted. Police vehicles were already in pursuit and presumably speeding ahead to surround the march; however, the terrain of the college district was too open, and too populated by civilians, for the police to easily entrap their prey. Some participants broke off from the march at this point; others continued together as far as Craig Street, where Quizno’s Subs, PNC Bank, Irish Design Center, BNY Mellon, and Citizens Bank were damaged before the bloc finally dispersed.
Immediately thereafter, the police issued another prerecorded dispersal order to the students gathered in Schenley Plaza and around the so-called “Cathedral of Learning,” then fired several dozen tear gas canisters at the crowd. The following hours saw massive police occupation of the university area and ongoing clashes with students extending into their dormitories. As in St. Paul after the first day of the 2008 RNC, comparatively modest anarchist direct action provoked such a powerful police overreaction that the police ended up precipitating conflict with the public at large.”
Damage report thus far from comments on anarchist news:
-PNC Bank at Liberty Avenue and Matilda Street, Bloomfield, broken glass door
-Fidelity Bank at Morewood and Centre avenues, Shadyside, broken glass panes
-P&W BMW Auto Showroom on Baum Boulevard, Bloomfield, broken window pane
-Boston Market Restaurant on Baum Boulevard, Shadyside, 10 broken window panes
-KFC on Baum Boulevard, Bloomfield, broken window pane
-Pamela’s Diner on Forbes Avenue, Oakland, broken windows
-Quizno’s Subs on Craig Street, Oakland, broken windows
-Irish Design Center on Craig Street, Oakland, broken windows
-PNC Bank on Craig Street, Oakland, broken windows
-BNY Mellon on Craig Street, Oakland, broken windows
-Citizens Bank on Craig Street, Oakland, broken windows
-Fidelity Bank on Morewood and Centre avenues, Shadyside, broken windows/drive-thru
-Panera Bread on Forbes Avenue, Oakland, broken windows
-McDonalds on Forbes Avenue, Oakland, broken windows
-Bruegger’s Bagels on Forbes Avenue, Oakland, broken windows
-Subway on Forbes Avenue, Oakland, broken windows
-Rite Aid on Forbes Avenue, Oakland, broken windows
-FedEx on Forbes Avenue, Oakland, broken windows
-H&R Block on Atwood Street, Oakland, broken windows
-American Apparel, Oakland, broken windows
-Police Sub-Station, Oakland, broken windows
-The egos of a bunch of pigs who got pelted with rocks
-Some would-be queer basher who got maced and jumped by a bunch of faggot-ass-anarchists.
-Flares thrown at police
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According to local Pittsburgh news:
“Pittsburgh Police sources say at least a dozen police cars and a number of private cars were vandalized.
Sources also confirm police investigators have substantial information to believe the crime was committed by anarchists in town for the G-20 Summit.
Police detectives took photographs and looked for evidence in the parking lot of police headquarters Thursday afternoon.
The damage was done to the cars’ tires.
Sources indicate nails and screws were forced into the tires on at least a dozen marked and unmarked police cars as well as a number of private cars.
Sources indicate it is believed a number of suspected anarchists came to police headquarters late Wednesday night and damaged as many cars as possible.
Police indicate the tires cannot be plugged and must be replaced because the cars have to operate at high speeds.
Damage estimates at this time are running in the thousands of dollars.
Sources indicate the suspected anarchists came to prove to police they can do damage whenever and wherever they want.
There was no official comment regarding the incident.
KDKA’s Marty Griffin has been told the mayor, police chief and public safety director are outraged by the brazen nature of the attack.
There will also be increased security in the parking lot starting Thursday night.”
From the IEF blog:
“Thanks to MKE comrades for this charming report back
On September 11th 2009, a slew of miscreants from all corners of the insurrectional constellation descended on the University of Milwaukee campus for a lovely evening with the IEF’s own Liam Sionnach. While being fed grapes and smoking indoors (naughty, naughty) The Institute got differently-abled on profanation, the end of time and the human strikes of our disease ridden bodies. The room may have gotten wrecked a bit, chairs may have gained flight, everyone may have shared a lick, and a speaker may have been pied. It is all a blur by this point. What is certain: some folks in Milwaukee definitely got a stern-talking-to by their landlords, we practiced a trans-geographic sharing of complicities and bodily fluids, offered the gift of enmity (served cold in bottles) to some frat boys, and of course articulated our favorite gesture; sadomasochism. Oh, and we’re also probably never allowed back at a certain luxury hotel in downtown Milwaukee.
THE INSTITUTE FOR EXPERIMENTAL FREEDOM 2009 TOUR:
come for the commodities, stay for the strip-searches.
Last week in the Midwest we continued a process which can only be called “beginning again”. Either because we occupy the position of being an active minority of proletarianized life, or a profoundly bored minority of proletarianized life. We are captivated with finding, and sharing each other. Perhaps a certain textual promiscuity, and a certain seductive distance brings us together. Perhaps an invisible voice acted on us collectively, and perhaps we simply like the similar clothes, music, and inside jokes. Either way, let’s not reduce what could grow and become stronger by claiming to be the insurrectional queer, power-hungry, bro’d out, mean bitchez, that we also are. But let’s hold on—without forgetting where the boundaries of exclusion are, which we are setting out—and keep losing ourselves in the thresholds.
2. The Other Means of War
What would it mean to engage in methods of conflict and even combat which reveal how it is done? And yet, how could this be invisible? These are some of the challenges which face the contemporary insurrectional project. The intimate event appropriates us—makes us the technologies of whatever force it may wield. How an event is populated and practiced gives it its form. If the content of insurrectional events is defined only by the intimacy between a small group, then it is far more likely that the specialized division of labor relation which alienates us daily will be replicated. On the other hand, if we engage in an open discourse of conflict, a certain potency which is located in becoming sensitized to each other’s shared desire can be lost.
Of course there is a tension between experiencing hostility (unknown, outside) with new people and place, and experiencing friendships. We are not trying to become secure, or reject the hostis—which is the foundation of all relations. However, the construction of a partisan war-machine of insurrection requires that we face, and practically answer these questions. How is the rhythm of our shared-time—the history of social war—felt beyond the confines of what happens between our bodies (communication), how is is felt as what affects us—what we are taken by? How is this achieved without a protest-media strategy? Are there voyeurs within the immediate vicinity of a given gesture of insurrection who will be seduced by our gifts? If the answer is “no,” then we must either face the fact of singularities, which happen as mere representations with affective faculties (the one-off event which sucks everything into its vortex) , and/or seek out, occupy and if we have the capacity impose new topographies which we are better suited to populate with affects (the consistency of ungovernable terrains—occupied workplaces, schools, and social spaces which generate material solidarity and portals into our worlds).
3. Dispossessed are Turning to Communism/Violence
If are turning to communism in a world without it, it means we are immediately getting organized, collectively to improve our conditions. It means we will, one way or the other, find ourselves in combat. A crass provocation: get money and power by all means. Some still want to continue their projects which help others. Cool. Others want to be able to live and fight. Both need money, and positions which we will defend.
On the other hand, how is violence shared? How are the spaces which we inhabit combustible? This week proved two weaknesses: 1.) We are not currently positioned to attack those whose bodies have been structured as military-machines. 2.) We are still afraid to start shit (perhaps, reasonably). Quite literally, the man with dog tags is better at manning-up than we who perform tough. Perhaps reclaiming force will have to take place a different level. Other material forces who perform being tough and mean are better situated to start shit and bully. Perhaps if we are going to locate a biopolitical sadism, it must happen along side a biopolitical masochism. But who wants to get hit first? Or rather, how will we hit first?
For those of you coming to get B-A-N-A-N-A-S in PGH, we’ll see you in the Thug Section. Others, perhaps we’ll continue to find out if we’ve reached our expiration date in the Spring.
Whats another word for “The partisan War Machine of insurrection?”
“Doom$Day” —or was it “Doomsgay?”
-Liam Sionnach | IEF | ’09
ps: If anyone was there and would really like a copy of the text, feel free to beg ief-southeast(at)riseup(dot)net.
From Little Black Cart:
“Originally self-published in 2003, now edited and designed by Ardent Press, still one of the most hard-nosed books to call the left to account — with scathing, thoughtful rebuttals to those who continue to believe that the revolution is just a matter of consciousness-raising and recruitment, or that identity politics has anything to do with Marxist thought.
Many will reject the materialism inherent in this analysis, but must appreciate the logical consistency (and the occasional brilliance of writing) of Monsieur Dupont; so refreshing in a world in which people withdraw to muddle-headedness in incoherent attempts to fit all topics into some kind of grab bag, attempts seemingly designed to avoid offense rather than to follow ideas through to their logical (or even illogical) conclusions.
Unlike so many people who either reject theory all together (rather, obscuring the theory that they work from), or who embrace theory and ignore the ways reality doesn’t fit their ideas, Monsieur Dupont reflected on their experience (and that of others) and changed their theory to suit their lives. We need more people who are willing to be unpopular, who work an idea until it groans, who reflect on real life experiences and then acknowledge the ways in which prevailing theory doesn’t make sense, and who are then capable of challenging prevailing theory to be more coherent, more realistic, and more useful.
Species Being could be considered a companion text to Nihilist Communism, or vice versa: reading them together has been helpful for some. Nihilist Communism refers more to specific political occurrences, and Species Being fleshes out some of the more esoteric ideas.”
So this is finally available in book form as the whole book. We should be getting copies as soon as Ardent press can ship them to us. Maybe a reading or discussion of it will happen. They will be available for $9.
When: Sunday the 13th from 3-9pm
Where: the CCC (732 E Clarke St across from the Riverwest Co-op)
As with all of the block parties at the CCC, you can expect music, standing around in the street, games, face painting, etc.
In addition there will be:
- An silent auction to win a date with one of your favorite CCC volunteers.
- An epic water fight. So bring a super-soaker and water balloons.
- Bad dancing, spin-the-bottle, a crush jar, beer, root beer, hooliganism, and debauchery of all sorts.
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While we’re waiting for Nihilist Communism to come out as a book from Ardent press a friend has formatted one section of the book into a beautiful new zine.
An excerpt from the text:
“State capitalism doesn’t do splendor like the old monarchs did, even though it has the means to do it better. Power has found that it cannot safely parade its power without giving natural enemies a target to aim at, so it secures itself by staging shows where factions of the ruling class compete to expose their rivals weaknesses — the least wicked, corrupt inept, foolish is the winner. Nevertheless a city that is set on a hill cannot be hid, it must show some light through its curtains. And whilst critical attention may be directed away sufficiently for that to become the normal run of things, pet journalists and heated debates about renewable energy, all that politics circus, there are occasions when a searching look will be turned back upon itself, something of the something going on shines through. Enough of a something to crack the city walls.
Capitalism as a totality only appears out of the corner of the mouth, over the shoulder, a whisper in a crowded room. If you look capitalism straight in the face you will see nothing but an issue, a spectacle, a side-show, an ideology, what you get is politics. What is made for the eye is not there. Where you look, power isn’t. What you debate does not touch the matter.
What we live in, what we live through, is not a society organized on the basis of principles, nor on beliefs or opinions. Capitalism, like all forms of social dominion, boils down to position, interest, ownership and those sustained by force. You can’t debate with capitalism, nor dispute with it, nor take it through the courts. All engagement at the level of political agenda, social aspiration and cultural value no matter what the content, no matter what the content, takes place within the world as it is, the world organized by capital. At the level of values, ideas and beliefs, there is nothing outside of capitalism.
Capitalism is defined in its perfection of domination by a characteristic of disguising itself, making its workings invisible but showing something else. We look at the screen not the projector. What happens, what interests us, what is put on for us, is fatally unimportant.
Capitalism is a general rule or law for social relations that determines and is made up of many small and boring gestures, the banality of which we could not look at even if we thought it vital, but which nonetheless are organized around the centralizing configuration of power, the immense gravity of ownership.
The truth of our moment is like staying awake in the garden of Gethsemene: sleep and politics are more desirable, more inevitable. And even in the pure will of revolt, or especially there, the gaze that would hunt out the ugly truth to slay it in righteous anger, chooses, in the end, to settle for surface disturbances. And all that time, like the bureaucrats of Dennis Potter, the figureheads sing, Look not at us but at the events unfolding, we are only the administrators of what is inevitable. The world is made to appear as a machine running itself and its owners nothing but its minders.
In crisis power looms over its enemies. In crisis everyone is an enemy. Crisis is the one time power can show itself imposing itself, without fear of usurpation. But even here, there is a current trend to manufacture crisis as a representation, we are passing into a time when crises exist only at the level of the screen. You could say capitalism is now concerned primarily with the orchestration of crisis and its theatrical overcoming. The UN have recently linked the ‘most powerful supercomputers in the world’ to generate predictions of global weather collapse, sea inundations, life amongst twisters, and melting polar icecaps: set eighty years in the future, this virtual crisis forms the ground conditions for capital investment in technologies of anti-crisis. Communications technologies are being superseded by anti-crisis industries as capital’s preferred futurological modality. In crisis, power manifests itself up close, not as itself, not naked, but in the manner of the Wizard of Oz, a roaring face. Noise is the proper medium of contemporary power, it occupies all wavelengths and prevents other sounds, you can feel it pinning you against the wall, but it is careful never to form any discernible words.
Crisis and noise. All crises of the economy are manifested at last in terms of crowds and the control of crowds. A couple of years back, protesting students were forced out of their occupation of a Canadian university by the authorities’ deployment of a Backstreet Boys album which was played at them repeatedly and without break for days on end (why not a Backstreet Boys single, or one, unending, note? Perhaps this marks the qualitative difference between democratic and totalitarian torture methods?). The inferno of Waco was preceded by ‘psy-war’ techniques in the form of Wall Of Jericho style directional noise artillery, the groundwork for which was laid during the US blast, bang, blare, siege of Noriega. We recall stun grenades in the Iranian embassy. New wave, anti-crisis, crowd control strategies advocate the necessity of targeting social dissonance with immediate and maximum use of unbloody force, this accepting the given that ‘a videotape’ of what happens will surface eventually, (stun technologies, microwave pulse weapons — everything is permitted so long as it doesn’t make blood and bone appear, a technological version of, ‘don’t touch his face’).
Noise is also circumstantial. The thud of DU tipped entertainment pierces privacy. Objective background hubbub, motor traffic. Whirr. Throb. No peace from purchased communications. Bleep. Noises forming alliances; informal blocks of techniques and applications of sound acting as deterrent to drift; bodies channeled, persuaded, funneled into designated areas. Behind the soundstage readies of the commodity organize popular distraction. A woman has to be restrained by court order from playing Whitney Houston’s “I will always love you” all day and all night, the neighbors become crazed precisely because there is no agenda other than the routinization of this figure of unbearable proximity: walls, ears, noise technique. The generators in the dark of the funfair. An orchestrated Babel of diverting news issues. Chime. Everybody addresses the appearance of crisis, all anybody is concerned about is its alleviation. Throw a cloth over it. CRASH. ‘Over there, animal epidemic! Sigh, nothing can be done.’ Plastic tape across the roads. Bing bong broadcast.”