Like an eclectic variant of geophilosophy through engagements with digging machines, nuclear waste, cyclones and volcanoes, giant worms, secret vessels, decay, subterranean cities, hell, demon souls, black suns, and xenoarcheaology, via continental theory (Nietzsche, Schelling, Deleuze, et alia) and various cultural objects such as horror films, videogames, and weird Lovecraftian fictions, with special attention to Speculative Realism and the work of Reza Negarestani. But I have just a little baby cold -- echinacea tea with honey, Coolidge sonnets and Dusie chaps to read, and all will be right as rain. Click to ban bee killers. Can palm oil be produced sustainably? From “Above the Fold”: Sheaves of war / den the scalped city. / … / Beware: one cup / is fleshed / with ants; my God, the crowds on Black Friday for those Best Buy promotional joysticks, complete with a redemption coupon for a pump-action-RPG wielding Mogadishu guerrilla figurine! Look at the two grown men with goatees and glasses dancing in the handicap parking space. Each has a sock on the wrong foot, golden buttons; one feels fat from the whole bottle of buttermilk and the horn of bread and the banana he had at dawn. One can’t begin to imagine that other cities are out of bed and doing things all over the place. By this thesis, in short, the coming of Saint Francis was like the birth of a child in a dark house, lifting its doom; a child that grows up unconscious of the tragedy and triumphs over it by his innocence. In him it is necessarily not only innocence but ignorance. It is the essence of the story that he should pluck at the green grass without knowing it grows over a murdered man or climb the apple-tree without knowing it was the gibbet of a suicide. Except this Francis knows where the bodies are buried, because he was complicit in their kidnapping torture and disposal (yes, he’s one of those Argentinians). That is, If all we had lost at the gerrymandered Special Conference was motions to address the democratic deficit in the party, with the CC enjoining us to continue living with this sclerotic Zinovievite model of Leninism, or put aside criticisms of bureaucratic and Potemkin ‘united fronts’ or our skepticism about overly sunny evaluations of Tory weakness that evade the impact of neo-liberalism on the working class, then I would still be in the branch and active as I had planned. I would have stayed and accepted these political differences, arguing my corner as revolutionaries must but also fighting to build an organization of clear eyed, unsentimental revolutionary partisans of the working class and tribunes of the oppressed, that I still believe is desperately needed. But I don’t think that is possible when it comes to a failure by the party leadership to address, let us be blunt and honest, an allegation of serious sexual assault by the most senior figure in the party at the time (within touching distance of 50 years old) against a 17 year old woman. The SWP CC imagine they will be able to rehabilitate ‘delt’ after their bureaucratically finessed ‘victory’ but they won’t. Far more importantly the SWP CC blew the opportunity to rehabilitate the party itself. The gravity of the crisis has entirely eluded this CC and that is no surprise because very early on they decided they would bury this scandal and the usual methods of indirection – we have the Tories to fight, unite, unite, unite, fingers in ears – would suffice. Instead a long, painful spiral of decline for a pariah organization that few will happily work with across the wider movement now surely beckons. So although I entirely respect your decision to stay for now and appreciate the real dilemmas we all face as a community of militants in terms of organizing to fight effectively, I must fraternally disagree about staying though there is still much to retrieved.
[Note: Sources: JBR; punctum books blurb for Ben Woodard, On An Ungrounded Earth; JBR; FB post, 13 Mar 013; Donna Fleischer, image/petition embedded in FB post, 13 Mar 013; Dr Bronner’s Magic Soaps, FB post, 13 Mar 013; Mathias Svalina, “From ‘Above the Fold”, as quoted in Subito Press blurb for Svalina’s The Explosions; Sampson Starkweather, “War”, at Anti- Featured Poet #44; JBR; Matvei Yankelevitch, “excerpt from ‘After Time’ (a work in process)”, “[untitled] (‘I had the best little caramel fudge’)”, at Gangway 40; JBR (the original had noon); G K Chesterton, Saint Francis, and SEK, as quoted in SEK, “At least the new Pope wasn’t a Nazi?”, at Lawyers, Guns & Money, 13 Mar 013; JBR; Jules Alford, “Jules Alford: Resignation Letter to Liverpool SWP”, at Association of Musical Marxists, 13 Mar 013]