LEAVE ME ALONE: Misanthropic Writings From the Anti-Social Edge

by Ezra Buckley on June 21, 2017

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I once got into an argument at the anarchist study group in Berkeley,
CA about where our anarchy came from.  As I usually do, I loudly
proclaimed that all anarchy means to me is “No!” and nothing else.  To
some at the group, this seemed an immature and childish sentiment,
reminiscent of Crimethinc. or anti-intellectualism.  Some shared their
displeasure at this claim of mine, while some sat silently, as they
usually do at the study group, being voyeurs, being takers, giving none
of their energy or effort and absorbing(or not) the work others do in
attempting to explain their thoughts.

No, I said to my parents

No, I said to my teachers

No, I said to every job when I finally found it within me to leave.

No, I said to every possible lover, despite what my body and mind said yes to

is the essence of my being, which of course has no essence. No is the
arbitrary value placed at the center of my non-existence.  From a deep
blankness, from an imageless center, exerting from formlessness comes
the inertia of “my” no.  For in rejecting form, coherence, stability,
and self, I am the embodied and foundationless no.  I float above the
heavens and below hell, for I am everywhere and nowhere, a duality and
yet not duality, rather something else, some sound in the distance
barely audible, scarcely real, am I a dream?  No is One single arbitrary
abstraction to open all others.  My no grants everything.  My no allows
everything, for nothing requires permission.  My no thunders out of
chaotic non-forms to allow all possible forms and realities, all
possible configurations and composites.  My no gives birth to
singularities and reduces the multiples to single points in a
non-existent space and time.  My no turns contradictions into each
other, smashes them together into a roaring and rageful sea, and reveals
everything that we cannot see, taste, hear, touch or feel, because my
no overloads these false senses.  It is the stimulus of creation, of
negation, of which all possible forms are lied into existence, for all
we know are lies. Our temporality allows all, every immoral “choice” and
amoral philosophy.  We become sheer terror.  We are the haunting and
resounding echo, no….no….no….no….that destroys all forms and
returns our humanity to creatureliness, back to the body, back into an
imaginary form which only exists as a creation in our mind, for there
are no boundaries.   Moving toward boundlessness, toward darkness,
towards the everything/nothing at the false center of every false
boundary and false form.

So I say no.  And that is all I say.  I
owe me nothing, I owe you nothing, for you are me, an extension of me, a
tentacle waving in the sea.  The tentacle explains nothing to the beak,
they are together yet not together, they meet yet are separate, they
are alloyed in the strangeness of being.  And so I say to you, to you
all, to me, no.  And I become everything.

0:00 The Pest by Charles Bukowski

14:23 My Own Business by William S. Burroughs

23:08 Misanthropia by Anton Szandor LaVey

32: 30 Fuck You All by Lawrence Labadie

37:30  Freedom + Solitude by Marilisa Fiorina

40:30  On Vagrancy by Isabel Everheart

Voiced by:  rydra wrong & aufheben

Editing And Production:  rydra wrong

Originally collected and Published by Enemy Combatant Publications

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