In the beginning, there was the Word.
“I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement should not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it. I want freedom, the right to self-expression, everybody’s right to beautiful, radiant things.”
We’re no longer merely fighting against systemic racism (though that’s still the most chronic and harmful of racism’s manifestations). We’re fighting against racist ideology itself, against the very idea that people are equal.
In my youth, when I was on a limited budget and you couldn’t hear whole discographies for nothin’ on the internet, this song by the Rezillos was the tune that made me realize, hey, this is what I want, and I should go out and look for it.
In the late early mid-90s, I, along with a girl name Charlie, my friend Claire, an artist named Mike, our young mascot, Nads, and a couple other ne’er-do-well rebellious young teens, put out an anonymous zine at Tulsa’s Booker T. Washington High School called “Butyraceous,” a funky-sounding name meaning “having the salubrious qualities of butter.” […]
It’s easy and convenient for reviewers to say inflammatory things like “This makes the Buzzcocks look un-needed and unnecessary” but I almost believe it after hearing the amazing CDs I was sent from Drag City!
L.A. Record just posted this, and I’m horrified and sickened that one of the best magazines of this decade is on the brink of temporary financial collapse. SAVE ARTHUR MAGAZINE NOW! From various emails and the Arthur site: Arthur Magazine needs $20,000 by July 1 or it will die. No donation is too small. Our […]
Thomas Pynchon loves him some Porky Pig. And this is why I have yet another reason to love YouTube. If you’re like me, you have a giant mental backlog of things you want to remember to look up on YouTube. Now, most people, at least according to Patton Oswalt on Lewis Black’s Root of All Evil the other night, […]
I saw the documentary Sacco and Vanzetti last night. It’s the story of two Italian-American anarchists wrongly accused in 1920 of a robbery and murder they clearly did not commit, prosecuted by racist lawyers and cops who lied deliberately and forged evidence, and condemned to the electric chair by a right wing judge and white, Anglo-Saxon jury […]
I finally finished reading Love, Anarchy, and Emma Goldman, Candace Falk‘s biography of the great anarchist and pioneering feminist. Based not so much on Goldman’s works (which speak for themselves, in my opinion, including the photographs you always see of her where she looks so strong and lucid) but on her personal life, it tells […]