I used to visit all the very gay places, those come-what-may places. Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life, to get the feel of life — from jazz and cocktails.
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces, with distant gay traces, that used to be there you could see where they’d been washed away by too many through the day. Twelve O’Clocktails.
Then you came along with your siren’s song to tempt me to madness; I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me … Ah yes, I was wrong … again, I was wrong.
Life is lonely, again and only last year, everything seemed so sure. Now life is awful, again, the thoughtful of heart could only be a bore.
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it, all I care is to smile in spite of it. I’ll forget you, I will while yet, you are still burning inside my brain …
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive. I’ll live a lush life in some small dive … And there I’ll be, while I rot with the rest of those whose lives are lonely too …
Fuck this corrupt, omnicidal, nihilistic, corporate-controlled, fascist world-system; you don’t reform evil, you destroy it. Not a chance in hell to create a culture of life until we destroy the culture of death. Disease has consumed the entire body of civilization. We live among ruins, we inhabit a graveyard, an apocalyptic wasteland strewn with corpses, carrion, and zombies.
We need to focus like a laser beam on a grim truth: whatever the gains of a worldwide environmental and animal rights movements throughout the last four decades, they have nonetheless continued to lose ground in the battle to save biodiversity, to stop or even slow down the destruction of the rainforests, topsoil, coral reefs; to prevent ever-worsening resource wars; to end the blatant and open war and Holocaust against nonhuman animals; and to come to grips with the immanent catastrophe of climate change in our minds let alone our policies and actions.
The sense of urgency is rising in proportion to the severity of the crisis. Increasingly, calls for legislative change, moderation, compromise, and taking the slow march through the institutions can be seen as grotesquely inadequate, as growing numbers of people gravitate toward more radical tactics of change. “Reasonableness” and “moderation” in the current situation seem to be entirely unreasonable and immoderate, as “extreme” and “radical” actions appear simply as necessary and appropriate.
From Athens to Paris to Brazil, there is growing realization that politics as usual just won’t cut it anymore. We will always lose if we play by their rules rather than invent new forms of struggle, new social movements, and new sensibilities. The defense of the earth requires immediate and decisive action: logging roads need to be blocked, driftnets need to be cut, and cages need to be emptied. But these are piecemeal and reactive measures, and in addition to these tactics, radical movements and alliances must be built that unites struggles on behalf of humanity, nonhuman animals, and the earth in a politics of total liberation.
Resistance is the oxygen of the future. Live to resist, resist to live.