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The (International) Noise Conspiracy
A New Morning, Changing Weather
"If it seems absurd to talk about revolution, this is because organized revolutionary movements have
long since dissappeared from the countries where the possibilities of a decisive transformation of society are
concentrated. But everything else is even more absurd, since it is limited to what exists and to the various ways of
putting up with it."
- I.S. #6 -
"In all of the free peoples' imagination the Northwest Passage is a shortcut to reputation, riches and
romance -- a hidden road to Golconda and the Secretive East. Everywhere around us there are people who continually are on
an exploring expedition after their personal Northwest Passage, and all to often they sacrifice their health, power and
life itself to find it. And who can say that they are not happier in their vain but hopeful search than wiser, duller
people who sit at home without the courage to do anything at all, and with sour laughter make a mockery of the searchers
of this mythical passage -- this universal cure against a monotonous world's sorrows."
- KENNETH ROBERTS -
Hey! Hey! Hey my sister! Where have you been?
I've been looking all over for you in this world where we don't fit in, I say
Hey! Hey! Hey my brother! Where have you gone?
I've been trying to recognise your face in this world where we don't belong
There's a light that shines on everyone
Shines on me and it shines on you, yeah
There's a light that shines on everyone
One day I'm gonna have to see it through
There's a light that shines on everyone
Shines on me and it shines on you, yeah
There's a light that shines on everyone
Yeah! That's what I said
Where gonna try to find a new way
Yeah! That is what I see
A Northwest Passage for you & me
Hey! Hey! Hey my comrade! Strike a pose for me
Overheard you talking 'bout resistance and other things that might set us free, yeah
Hey! Hey! Hey my lover! Cuddle up inside
Wanna hugh you then I wanna kiss you, wanna make you mine tonight
Yeah! That's what I said
I'm gonna try to find a new way
Yeah! That is what I see
A Northwest Passage for you & me
I blow my mind for you everyday -- That's what I said
I blow my mind for you everyday
I blow my mind for you everyday -- That's what I said
I blow my mind for you everyday
Turn on your love lights and let them shine on me, I said
Turn on your love lights and let them shine on me, I said
Turn on your love lights and let them shine on me, I said
Turn on your love lights and let them shine down on me
Hey! Hey! Hey my sister! Where have you been?
Hey! Hey! Hey my brother! We don't fit in
There's a light that shines on everyone
Shines on me and it shines on you, yeah
There's a light that shines on everyone
One day I gonna have to see it through
Hey! Hey! Hey my sister!
Hey! Hey! Hey my brother!
Hey! Hey my comrade!
Hey! Hey! Hey my little lover! I said
Hey! Hey! Hey my sister!
Hey! Hey! Hey my brother!
Hey! Hey my comrade!
Hey! Hey! Hey my little lover! I said
There's a light that shines on everyone
There's a light that shines on everyone
There's a light that shines on everyone
There's a light that shines on everyone
There's a light that shines on everyone
There's a light that shines on everyone
There's a light that shines on everyone
There's a light that shines on everyone
"The class speaks with the words we utter and we proletarians push the pen. The soul-machine wears out,
begins to splutter.
They tell us: 'Your place is on the shelf.' "
- VLADIMIR MAJAKOVSKY -
40 days and 40 nights since I
Last got in a fight
Hey now! what have we done?
Money's on the lookout for number 1
40 days and 40 nights since I
Last got in a fight
Hey now! what have we done?
Money's on the lookout for number 1
40 nights and 40 days that's how
That's how long I'm going to stay
Yeah! what have become
Of the children that this culture spawned?
Another word for the lack of precision
Another word that fits me and you
We're up for sale
Everything that we know is up for sale
We're up for sale
Everything that we know is up for sale
40 days and 40 nights since I
Last saw some light
Hey yeah! what have we done
Sacrificed our kids and our loved ones
40 nights and 40 days is this the
The price we are going to pay?
Hey yeah! what have become
Marked up and price-tagged everyone
Another word for the lack of precision
Another word that fits me and you
We're up for sale
Everything that we know is up for sale
We're up for sale
Everything that we know is up for sale
Another dream for the lack of precision
Another dream for the lack of precision
Another dream for the lack of precision
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
We're up for sale
Everything that we know is up for sale
We're up for sale
Everything that we know is up for sale
We're up for sale
Everything that we know is up for sale
We're up for sale a-a-a-a-ale
Toxteh riots, England, 1981. During a lull in the action a leftist militant climbs on to a box and addresses the crowd on the subject of the coming socialist utopia. her promise that there will be jobs for all is met with derisory laughter from a group of young rioters. As the speaker details of other reforms, the group begins a mocking chant: "Bigger cages, longer chains! Bigger cages, longer chains!"
"Never work."
- Anonymous -
Hold me down -- cos I don't wanna wait
And I've been blackmail by myself into this state
Shut it up -- cos I don't wanna hear
About old & boring ethics right into my ear
Hold me down -- cos I don't wanna be
Another victim of salvation that is choking me
Set it off -- cos I've had enough
So please, please, please, now baby please shut up
Consider me -- consider this
Empty phrases kissing on, on emptiness
Hold me down -- cos I don't wanna wait
For some unemployment plan to set the record straight
Shut it up -- cos I don't wanna hear
About prospects of redemption by the things we fear
Hold me down -- cos I don't wanna go
Things are moving backwards baby or not at all
Set it off -- cos this is killing me
I'm just waiting for something that will set me free for real
Consider me -- consider this
Empty phrases kissing on, on emptiness
You see now baby how this fire turns to flames
And I kept hoping that things they would change
But now I see that it's up to, it's up to you & me, so
Let's get together, get organized, let set yourselves free
You see now baby how this fire turns to flames
And all they're offering's bigger cages & longer chains
"One is not born a woman, but rather becomes one."
- SIMONE BE BEAUVOIR -
"When I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad I'm better."
- MAE WEST -
Situations symptomatic
Define objectified and please celebrate the phallic, yeah
But we're waiting for a sign
To deconstruct this before we run out of time, I said
Yeah baby! Yeah! -- Remissions -- Yeah baby! Yeah! -- purely cosmetic
Yeah baby! Yeah! -- Seems like ??? (our features are cemented &) static
Yeah baby! Yeah! -- But we're waiting -- Yeah baby! Yeah! -- for what this culture fears
Yeah baby! Yeah! -- The end of dress-codes, pink/blue, pants/skirts, right here, yeah
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Submissions systematic
Being born under the wrong sign can be so fucking tragic
Yeah baby! Yeah! -- And the symptoms -- Yeah baby! Yeah! -- are getting out of hand
Yeah baby! Yeah! -- I'm scared too baby but I can't even begin to understand
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Hey sister! I know you want to dance too
Without gender hanging over you
Said: "Just want to be free
Not some billboard advertising dream." I said
Take action; take aim and take some slick shoes
Take action; take aim and sing this new blues
Take action; take aim cos we know what to do
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
Yeah baby! Yeah! We're gonna breakout!
"The soul is the prison of the body."
- MICHEL FOUCAULT -
"Heterosexuality is not normal, it is just common."
- ANONYMOUS -
Succulent, beautiful & fine
I cover my body; I'm feeling my mind
Fascination for penance, so please won't you modify me with
Plastic knives & plastic spoons & other types of cutlery
Plastic knives & plastic spoons & other types of cutlery, I said
Yeah! Yeah! Take what signifies
Yeah! Yeah! And make it leave this room
Yeah! Yeah! My sweet desire that wants to come to a full bloom
Held, held captive -- our culture moulds, our, our bodies hold
Held, held captive -- target the role, we, we have no control
Passionate, tasteful & free
I mutilate myself to make me real
A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest
Hair & sweat & a manly mess, I said
Yeah! Yeah! Take what signifies
Yeah! Yeah! And make it leave this room
Yeah! Yeah! My sweet desire that wants to come to a full bloom
Held, held captive -- our culture moulds, our, our bodies hold
Held, held captive -- target the role, we, we have no control
Held, held captive -- our culture moulds, our, our bodies hold
Held, held captive -- target the role, we, we have no control
I cut myself up to make it real
I cut myself up cos that's the way that I feel
I cut myself up to be free
I cut myself up to be me
I cut myself up
I cut myself up
I cut myself up
I cut myself up
To be me
To be me
To be free
To be free
"I had simple elegance, the easy bearing of the hopeless. My courage consisted in destroying all the
usual reasons for living and in discovering others. The discovery was made slowly."
- JEAN GENET -
Isn't it all so tragic?
I still despise those who always had it
Only choice's the refusal to pay
But it won't make this heartache go away
I still feel so sick of it
High-rise buildings and this culture shit
Boredom destroys every thought, now
Can't trust myself with what I want
Hey yeah! I was born into a mess
I was naked, undressed
I was born into a mess, yeah! Hey sweet darling!
Hey yeah! I was born into a mess
I was naked, undressed
I was born into a mess, yeah! Hey sweet darling!
Can't pretend that it doesn't mean a thing
This happiness that corrution brings
It's freedom they say
Can't wait for this freedom to go away
I can't find any peace down here
Just used emotions everywhere
Gratitude to a trickle down deal
Like that could change the way that I feel
Hey yeah! I was born into a mess
I was naked, undressed
I was born into a mess, yeah! Hey sweet darling!
Hey yeah! I was born into a mess
I was naked, undressed
I was born into a mess, yeah! Hey sweet baby!
All that's offered is going to break
Cos I want so much more than it can ever take
I want to shake honey! Hey I want to move!
So no more cheap thrills for me & you, oh yeah!
Yeah! I was born into a mess, oh I said
Yeah! Sweet darling!
Yeah! I was born into a mess
Yeah! Sweet darling! Yeah!
"One form of wage labor may correct the abuses of another, but no for of wage labor can correct the
abuse of the wage labor itself."
- KARL MARX -
Yeah!
Help me cos I can't understand
Is this the progress that was planned?
Help me cos I just can't see
What is new with this economy
Yeah! Labor camps, death zones
Seems like we've seen it before
Yeah! Free trade restructuring plans
Like money could give a damn
Hold tight -- Hold tight
I got a feeling that something's not right tonight
Hold tight -- Hold tight
I want to feel alive
Hold tight -- Hold tight
I got a feeling that something's not right tonight
Hold tight -- Hold tight
Yeah!
Help me cos I can't comprehend
Feudal serfs with outstretched hands
Help me cos I can't figure out
What freedom's all about
Yeah! Free to slave, free to pay
Nike shops will make our day
More ball & chain will lead the way
To this globalisation wave
Hold tight -- Hold tight
I got a feeling that something's not right tonight
Hold tight -- Hold tight
I want to feel alive
Hold tight -- Hold tight
I got a feeling that something's not right tonight
Hold tight -- Hold tight
Yeah!
Yeah!
Help me cos I can't understand
Is this the progress that was planned?
Help me cos I just can't see
What is new with this economy
Yeah! Labor camps, death zones
Seems like we've seen it before
Yeah! Free trade restructuring plans
Like money could give a damn
I said:
Hey! Hey! Hey! I don't get it
Hey! Hey! Hey! I don't get it
Hey! Hey! Hey! I don't get it
Hey! Hey! Hey! I don't get it
Yeah! I don't get it
Yeah! I don't get it
Yeah! I don't get it
Yeah! I don't get it
Yeah!
"We are not in the least afraid of ruins. We are going to inherit the earth. The bourgoisie may blast
and ruin their world before they leave the stage of history. But we carry a new world here in our hearts."
- BONAVENTURA DURRUTI -
Nowhere's untouched by the shame
Who said we could get by on our childhood games
Days of innocence are all long gone
Avoid the shock honey and try to live on
Woke up all paralysed
All dreams corrupted in front of our eyes
On every forehead of every little whore
There is a sign that says: Baby don't come back no more
Distasteful, ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity
Robbed out of our bleeding hearts
Smashed our illusions, tore them all apart
Now unsentimental, unafraid
To destroy this culture that we hate
So tired of being nothing
When we should be everything
And on every forehead of every little whore
There is a sign that says: Baby we are all born to die
Distasteful, ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole yeah!
We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook
Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh, oh!
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh, yeah!
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh, oh!
"The suspicion that nothing is real should be the realization that anything is possible."
- JAMES FLASCH -
"And suddenly those young, intelligent radicals had the strange feeling of having sent something into
the world, a deed of their own making, which had taken on a life of its own, lost all ressemblance to the original idea,
and totally ignored the originators of the idea. So those young, intelligent radicals started shouthing to their deed,
calling it back, chassing it, hunting it down."
- MILAN KUNDERA -
Last century promised so much
But look at us now when we're all grown up
Last century promised so much
But all our heroes are dead or currupt
Last century promised so much
But our roles have all become outdated
Last century promised so much
And our thoughts are all 2nd rated
As radical as we want to be, yeah!
No shame or anxiety in our dreams
Playing the part of selling discontent
We are real as we're gonna to get
Last century promised so much
Like cheap salvation through rock'n-roll
Last century promised so much
Like million new ways to save our little souls
Last century promised so much
But we are still waiting for some kind of reward
Last century promised so much
But here we are unsatisfied & bored
But what did become of us
A borrowed intellect & a stolen pose
Dismantling the power with the rules it sets
We are as real as it's gonna to get
We're destroy ourselves every night
With the intention of salvation in sight
We know that this is all you wanna see
Cos we are as real as real can be
We know we're feeling fucking fake
How much more of this can we take
We know that this is all you want us
Cos essence is nowhere & nothing is real, yeah!
As radical as we want to be, yeah!
No shame or anxiety in our dreams
Playing the part of selling discontent
We are real as we're gonna to get
And what did become of us
A borrowed intellect & a stolen pose
Dismantling the power with the rules it sets
We are as real as it's gonna to get
"Pacifists, with seemingly endless repetition, pronounce that the negativity of the modern
corporate-fascist state will atrophy through defection and neglect once there is sufficiently positive social vision to
take place (what if they gave a war and nobody came?). Known in the Middle ages as alchemy, such insistence on the
repetition of insubstantial themes and failed experiments to obtain a desired result has long been consigned to the realm
of fantasy, discarded by all but the most wishful and cynical (who use it to manipulate people)."
- WARD CHURCHILL -
Is there a question about it? Do you feel sentimental yet?
What are you communicating, hey please can you tell me that?
I got seduced by a preacher, I was blind but now I can see
I'm gonna show those bastards the same respect that they're showing me
If we spend our whole lives bending
What do you think that we'll get?
What are you trying so hard to understand?
Isn't the structures obvious yet?
Yeah! If we are so righteous, where's the action to our concern?
Do you think the moral light that guides us will be the same to make the powers turn?
I got seduced by an impulse, I got a bigger need to feel
Your definition of love, baby, it doesn't satisfy me, yeah!
If we spend our whole lives bending
What do you think that we'll get?
What are you trying so hard to understand?
Isn't the structures obvious yet? Yeah!
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love, love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love
Your dead language of love, love
Hey I! Hey! I don't mind breaking Starbucks windows cos it is more fun
Than waiting around for better days to come
Hey I! Hey! I can en, envision more radical times
Not just standing silently around
Hey I! Hey I! Yeah!
A New Morning, Changing Weather
"I believe in the radical possibilities of pleasure baby. I do! I do! I do!"
- BIKINI KILL -
"The revolution ends the moment it becomes necessary to sacrifice yourself to it. To lose yourself and
fetishise it. Revolutionary moments are festivals in which individual life celebrates its union with regenerated society.
The call for sacrifice tolls like a funeral bell."
- RAOUL VANEIGEM -
Goddamn let's hit it on the weak spot, everybody knows that we all had enough
Smell the scent of gasoline fumes cos we're not victimes and we know what to do
Right now a systematic shutdown, New World orders & restructuring plans
Hold tight cos here comes the latest craze, I've got news baby and this is what I said
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning -- The weather's changing
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning -- The weather's changing
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning -- The weather's changing
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning
Goddamn let's build a new movement, dead time pacifies, so let's do it
This time all these slogans will come alive, we're not going to be bored this time
Right now a systematic shutdown, neo-liberals & assorted clowns
Strike the match and baby clench your fist, yeah! Cos here a party that we don't wanna miss
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning -- The weather's changing
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning -- The weather's changing
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning -- The weather's changing
Yeah! Hey! Hey! A new morning
Hey! Hey! Independence, we're playing a little game, I said
Hey! Hey! Independence, we got it on the way
Hey! Hey! Independence, we're playing a little game, I said
Hey! Hey! Independence, we got it on the way
Hey! Hey! Independence, we're playing a little game, I said
Hey! Hey! Independence, we got it all the way
Hey! Hey! Independence, we're playing a little game, I said
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! YEAH!
The ways in which we experience and live our contemporary capitalist world are permeated by a diffuse and subtle low-level fear. As we naviguate our way through brand-name consumerism and ever more work, this shadowy fear is always there as our constant conpanion... As we perform our daily tasks, the monotonous multitude of voices from the radio and T.V. transmissions fill the air with their never-ending tales of every-day normal disasters, reminding us of the omnipresence of death and how time waits for no-one, except perhaps for the occasional commercial breaks peddling life as we know it. What are you thinking of today? Unemployment, global warming, new strains of resistant bacteria, Aids, mad-cow-disease, racist iolence, immigrant swarms... or perhaps, an 'adventure'... of waking up one day, hearing the kids, screaming... realizing that you are a nobody, and everybody... fear of not being able to cope with the pressure... fear of falling apart... A normal part of normal life.
It is fear that insinuates itself into our daily routines as a fluid and dispersed mechanism of social control in contemporary capitalism. The surface of the society of spectacle may be alive with desire and pleasure, the desire for commodities that can only be relieved through the pleasure of consumption, and yet never is; but the movements on the surface are forever united with the deeper stirrings of a low-level fear that is now the primary mechanism of control. Through the creation of forms of desire and pleasure that are tied to these deeper stirrings our life/world is thus immersed in a spectacle of fear that holds together the hybrid constitution of production processes. The spaciality of the global social factory is saturated by the mechanisms of fear production.
The corporeality of fear is as insidious and subtle as it is harsh and violent, diffusing all boundaries between ideology and repression. Fear is part of the very process of subject formation, producing docile and floating political subjects, administered through vast networks of control nodes, but none the less subjects capable of being agents of production and consumption. Global control networks make sure the new segmentations are maintained by the disciplining fear of unemployment, poverty, or of loosing privileges previously gained; thus translating them into adaptable and flexible sub-country... As we make our way through the system of global competition, our awareness of the world is imbued with paranoid delusions as we are haunted by the fear of the 'other'. The repetitive messages reproduces on a gigantic scale of how things should be are intermingled with the silent compulsion of economic relations. Repetition is demonstration. We are told over and over again that others are willing to work for lower wages, are more efficient and competitive than us, and that they may take our precious jobs away unless we conform.
What we are witnessing today is the universalization of capitalism. The subject-creating processes administrated by the mechanisms of fear are confining people's imagery of their social interaction within the market as a prerequisite to gear all social interaction to the need of the capitalist market. Today capital permeates every aspect of the world and leaves no social interactions beyond its frames and it is in this very fact that we find the difference between the order-world of today and the imperialism of yesterday that was so acutely analysed by Rosa Luxemburg and others: there is no longer any outside to capital. According to Luxemburg, capital's geographical expansion to areas not already subsumed within its logic was essential for the survival of capitalism. This was a process characterized by the incorporation of labor practices, traditions, and norms previously unrelated to capitalist productive processes. Accordingly, this process was fundamentally related to capitalist expansion, but could only be maintained up to a certain point. Since today there cannot be said to exist anything absolutely outer to capitalism, all social practices and interrelations are taking place within the capitalist matrix. The logic of commodification, accumulation, and profit maximization penetrates every aspect of our lives. Capital still accumulates through the mechanisms of subsumption, but increasingly it subsumes not a non-capitalist environment, but its own capitalist terrain. This is the realization of a universal market where control and exploitation can no longer be said to be confined to specific institutions, but are penetrating the entire spectrum of interactions, thus creating a global social factory.
Hence it makes no sense to whine about the "evil" capitalist appropriation of authentic cultural practices. There are no such practices. They are always-already embedded within the larger context of capitalist production. An even more problematic stance to take is the "Papua New Guinea people"-strategy that some so-called radical groupings favor, criticizing capitalism' homogenizing tendencies by romanticizing some form of "authentic civilization", allegedly untouched by the ravings of capital.The affirmation of difference does not all run counter to the cultural logic of global capitalism. In fact, numerous anti-racist and feminist Marxists have pointed to how contemporary capitalism works in and through differentiation - a selective form of differentiation to be sure, though not in any way near a homogenization. But then again, the portrayal of Fordist workers as a homogenous mass of deskilled labor is itself a caricature and was never valis to any greater extend. Today even less.
The authenticist standpoint is however not only symptomatic of an inherently troublesome imperial nostalgia, through its dualism between ravenous capital and its helpless prey, it also makes it genuinely hard to account for the fact that the evolution of capitalism is driven by the struggles of the masses and not by some obscure logic internal to capital itself. Similar to how the workers' struggles during the 30's forced capital to assimilate their demands in the form of Keynesianism, so the struggles centered around a refusal of work during the 70'S forced capital to encourage 'flexible' forms of work. The result was the creation of a vast array of temporary and part-time jobs as well as the intensification of unwaged labor. Unwaged work has always been central for the reproduction of capital and much of the neo-liberal policies implemented during the last decades aimed at restructuring and intensifying this unwaged work.
Some would of course have it that this process is determined by technological innovations, a position that can be backed up by Marx' frequently quoted passage about hand mill: "the hand mill gives you society with the feudal lord and the steam mill gives you society with the industrial capitalist". In such narratives, new information technologies seem to represent not only the necessary conditions of possibility for globalization but its causal explanation. Yet while there is no denying that these new technologies have brought with them new methods of exploitation as well as possibilities for an insubordinate use of them, technical innovations are not the motor of history. It is just that in rejecting this technocratic vision of history one has to be wary of not interpreting the passages to and beyond imperialism solely as the product of the internal dynamics of capital itself, thus undervaluing the power of the movements and struggles of the proletariat as the driving force of history. Living associative labor is constantly thrusting forward its own autonomous projects and its cycles of struggles direct the rhythm of the development of capitalism. These moments of transformation are thus not reducible to simple moments in the seemingly endless transformation of capitalism, but are prerequisites of communism as the simultaneously destruction of an old constitution and the creation of a new order.
It might seem that the spectacle of fear holding together contemporary capitalism's hybrid constitution takes the ground away from anti-capitalist struggles since there is no outside from which to strike, but in many ways it actually opens up the real possibility of its overturning and new potentials for revolution. The antagonism has been displaced to the social level and the arena of class struggle is transformed into all the moments of everyday life. Now the practices of resistance and of creating new commons are taking place on a plane internal to capitalism, erupting all over its body. These movements are not confined to any specific sphere of exploitation, since capitalist exploitation is taking place everywhere and is thus resisted everywhere. The collective and cooperative aspect of the various movements and forms of organization characterizing the social movements confronting capital's organizations. Instead of capital imposing forms of cooperation according to its forms of exploitation, now the social proletariat has re-appropriated cooperation in a process of auto-valorization. The movements are increasingly global in character and the variety of issues raised and confronted by them, such as the struggles taking place over housework, education, asylum, "free-export zones", etc., reflect the variety of different experiences of living and working in the global social factory and represent an important re-composition of class struggles.
Taken together, these movements in their united differentiality constitute a serious challenge to contemporary capitalism. In this form of unity lies also the power in being able to struggle on many levels and scales without attempting to synthesize all struggles under one command. It represents a pronouncement that the problem is not to make the existing institutions of capital more democratic, but to radically change the forms and means of cooperation by developing a variety of new practices. The communism materialized by the real movement in the practices of the masses is not an articulated vision of the future society. It is a project without an architect, a society in creation here and now in the practices of the masses. The method is that of the hammer, endless destruction and re-creation, always practicing an insubordinate use of integration by refusing all obstacles that block movement and desire in order to expend the horizon of possibilities and create a global common.
lists.village.virginia.edu/~spoons/aut_html/
A sometimes very good discussion list for this anti-authority and state hostile branch of Marxism.
www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/3843/cleaver.html
Interview with important American autonomist Marxist Harry Cleaver, dealing mostly with the refusal to work as an
anti-capitalist resistance strategy.
www.commoner.org.uk
Good radical critique of the global workhouse.
members.optusnet.com.au/~rkeehan/
A big situationist archive that has a lot of previously untranslated stuff.
www.wumingfoundation.com
A radical bunch of Italians, earlier a part of Luther Blisset, the multiple identity project.
www.psychogeography.co.uk
A good looking page with a lot of stuff related to psycho-geography, check out the text about skate-board and the urban
space in the capitalist city.
www.indymedia.org
If you want to find out what really happened in Gothenburg 2001 and other up to date news about protests and resistance
around the world.
www.gnu.org
Alot of open source stuff.
The (International) Noise Conspiracy.
Inge Johansson -- bass & vocals.
Dennis Lyxzén -- vocals & tambourine.
Ludwig Dahlberg -- drums.
Sara Almgren -- guitar, organ & tambourine.
Lars Strömberg -- guitar & vocals
Jari Haapalainen -- percussion & additional guitar on Dead Language Of Love.
Sven-Even Dahlberg -- piano on Born Into A Mess & rhodes piano on Bigger Cages, Longer Chains.
Karl Olsson -- additional synth on A New Morning, Changing Weather.
Björn Yttling -- piano on New Empire Blues & horn arrangements.
Jonas Kullhammar -- saxophone solo on New Empire Blues & saxophone on Bigger Cages, Longer Chains.
Johan Gustavsson -- backing vocals on New Empire Blues & Breakout 2001.
Peder Stenberg, Mattias Lidström & Jonas Lidström -- backing vocals.
Marit Bergman & Maria Andersson -- backing vocals on Breakout 2001.
Recorded at the Gröndahl studio May/June 2001.
Layout and artwork by Hugo Sundkvist.