19.5.07

new: THE SICKLY SEASON—ISSUE 6 + audio & digital text


1. ZINE

now available:
THE SICKLY SEASON—notes from mictlan, ISSUE 6: CODEX ANIMURBIS
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Featuring:
-Excerpts: interview/conversation with Patssi Valdez
Renown Chicana artist Patssi Valdez discusses her work in the context of healing in a very enlightening conversation with THE SICKLY SEASON.

-"HEALING N LISTENING"
by Joanna Aguirre

Joanna provides a reportback of counseling work she did with a mujeres support group in Managua, Nicaragua, as well as photographs of Nicaraguan graffiti and wall art.

-"H.P. LOVECRAFT Y SU LENGUAJE DE TERROR"
by Neltí Gonzales

Neltí nos trae un ensayo facinante sobre las mitologías y los lenguajes del maestro del terror, Lovecraft.

-"COMIDA AS DISCOURSE: FOOD IN THE AGE OF MECHANICAL REPRODUCTION"
by Johnny Ramírez

Johnny breaks down the languages of food--how fastfood attacks our communities and bodies, and how a resistant discourse of communal and family food preparation, healthy eating, and awareness, are fundamental to self-defense and decolonization.

-COMMUNIQUÉS FROM COP WATCH L.A.


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L E N G U A N I M U R B I S
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HORROR VACUI
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5.5.07

fwd: may day 2007 statement by cop watch l.a.

May Day 2007 Statement
by Cop Watch Los Angeles


On May 1, 2007 (May Day), Cop Watch Los Angeles participated in the march and rally organized by MIWON (Multi-Ethnic Immigrant Workers Organizing Network) in McArthur Park. Our role during the march was to observe and document police harassment and brutality, and to defend the people in the community as well, at the request of MIWON organizers. As the police began their attack on peaceful protestors, Cop Watch Los Angeles and other community members directed families to safety, acting as a buffer between police and the people.

At no point did Cop Watch LA provoke the mass beating and shooting of demonstrators that occurred on May 1st. There is no justification for the actions of the Los Angeles Police Department. In some cases, community members attempted to defend themselves as they were being brutalized, acting on their human instinct of self-preservation, by throwing water bottles or food; this level of defense is far removed from the injurious rubber bullets, beanbags and tear gas being fired indiscriminately into a park filled with thousands of people, including families, children and elders.

The attack commenced when the police disturbed a sacred indigenous ceremony by plowing their motorcycles into the participants. Armed with only angry words, Cop Watch LA members and the community took on a defensive position during the assault and posed no offensive physical threat to the policeís weapons and technology. Cop Watch LA does not control the imagination and will of other young people who want to take any sort of action against the police, or imitate our organization in an undisciplined manner. Our role was to defend those people and stand with them. Members from Cop Watch LA were heard saying, "We need to get children out of here, the police are about to attack." There is also video footage of members putting their bodies on the line for the people to get them out of harms way.

Many organizations and media outlets have begun to place blame on youth and anarchists, asserting that throwing trash necessitates a full-scale police assault on peaceful protestors and families. Video footage from numerous angles and at several locations clearly discredits those accusations—it is unmistakable that the police are at fault.

Contacts from the Mayor's office have confirmed that the attack on protestors and the community of Pico Union was pre-meditated due to the desire to test out months of counter-terrorism training and last year's embarrassment, when the LAPD could not stop the people from taking the streets.

The strategy by the LAPD, the media, and even some "progressive" organizations has been to focus on Cop Watch LA as the direct cause of the May 1st incident is an attempt to get the people on the side of the state and to isolate CWLA from the communities we live in and organize in. This is the same tactics that were used by COINTELPRO (Counter Intelligence Program) to destroy organizations like the Black Panther Party, American Indian Movement, and other groups who focused on making fundamental change in society. Today as we live under the Patriot Act, these tactics of the police state continue to go after anybody who resists the status quo. We hope that organizations and individuals don't fall into the divide and conquer methods of the state.

The scapegoating of anarchists today is reminiscent of 1886 Chicago Haymarket Square Massacre in the first May Day ever celebrated, where police instigated a massacre during a workerís strike. The state blamed the anarchist organizers and railroaded eight innocent people into prison and hung four (while the other committed suicide).

We must also hold the organizers, organizations, and individuals who are falling into this accountable. We have to stand on the side of the people, not the police state.

The mayor Antonio Villaraigosa found himself in El Salvador, on a trip, while this attacked happened right in the middle of the biggest concentration of Central American people outside of Central America. Then he has the nerve to guarantee Chief William Bratton a second term. They are both responsible for implementing this type of policing and repression that our communities are facing today.

This attack is not unprecedented! It has happened before and will happen again — until we put a stop to it. In communities where populations are predominantly working class or unemployed people of color, police abuse and harassment is an everyday occurrence. For years, our communities have struggled to overcome oppression at the hands of those sworn to "protect and serve." Still, death tolls and brutality cases continue to climb in the neighborhoods of South Central, Compton, Watts, Pico Union, Maywood and Boyle Heights.

Cop Watch's main goal is to put an end to the injustices that plague our streets and to oppressive institutions like the Los Angeles Police Department.

We stand on the side of the people and always will.

Cop Watch Los Angeles

May 4, 2007

¡Ya Basta!


Statement Signed and Supported by:

Youth Justice Coalition, Revolutionary Autonomous Communities, Asians for Jericho and Mumia, Unity Mission to Free the 8, THE SICKLY SEASON: notes from mictlan,

To be included in this statement please contact us at: copwatchla@riseup.org

4.5.07

excerpts: sorbonne occupation committee in exile—final communiqué

excerpts:
SORBONNE OCCUPATION COMMITTEE IN EXILE FINAL COMMUNIQUÉ
Translated in August 2006 by JML • "Live Free or Buy Trying?" • http://situationist.gq.nu

"...
1.
A slogan overheard in Rennes: "We are not pacifists. We are making war on capitalism." The whole crowd took up the chant. Later, we saw pacifists defending a row of cops with paradoxical punches and kicks. In the end they were chased away from the protest. A banner reading: "We are all window-breakers," voted on by the assembly at Rennes 2, became the watchword of a savage demonstration where Socialist Party offices, newspaper offices, banks, and employment agencies were all quite equitably trashed.

2.
It's not a question of "violence;" there's only sides to be chosen in a war that is already underway. The question, rather, is what the adequate means are for securing a victory.

3.
During the whole life of the movement there was a constant police operation going on, aiming to distinguish "good" demonstrators from "bad" window-breakers. During those weeks in Paris, "window-breaker" was a general term used to indicate, variously, the "anarcho-autonomists fighting police in front of the Sorbonne," then "uncontrolled elements at odds with the forces of order in the National Plaza," and finally "the youths from the slums, beating up demonstrators and looting in the Pensioners' Plaza." Semantically speaking, the term "window-breakers" had gone from one meaning to another: they weren't even smashing anything anymore; now they were lynching demonstrators. The term then appeared in its true colors: it was just a meaningless word only being used by the cops. The police have the monopoly on making up an image to attribute to the threat. By designating as elements foreign to the movement those people who were in fact the most dedicated participants in it, the cops made them foreign to their own offensive capacity, to their own seriousness. The image attributed to the threat, these days, is that it's the criminal immigrants doing this, that it's just those "barbarians from the slums." By alleging that every "foreigner" could potentially be a subversive, the forces of order insinuate that a good Frenchman would supposedly have no reason at all to become a subversive himself, when in reality there have never been so many Frenchmen who feel themselves no longer at home in the dismal decor of the capitalist metropolis.

4.
To paint on a banner "we are all window-breakers" isn't to say that you affirm yourself as a subject, to say you smash windows and cars, but rather is only a way to try to confuse the police and hinder the police operation going on. To see destruction as a political practice all you have to do is understand that the everyday existence of banks, shop-front windows, or franchise stores is actually just a moment in the course of a silent war. At the same time as the enemy destroys things, it also destroys all the evidence that they ever existed. And so there it breaks with the democratic management of conflicts, which accommodates ever so well all the little demonstrations against this or that thing, as long as no taking of positions is ever followed up by real effects.

5.
We are talking about a police operation. A distinction between gendarmes, unionists, journalists, bureaucrats and politicians would be a superfluous distinction, since their collusion is absolute. They all fit under the general heading of "police." The journalists' clichés have served the police inquests; when the union "order-keepers" beat up our comrades and handed them over to the riot cops the next day's morning papers made them look like heroes. They all collaborated to achieve one principal aim: to make sure that a consistent distinction was made between "window-breakers" and "demonstrators." And they only succeeded once -- March 23rd, in Paris. Everywhere else, the lack of a distinction so feared by the minister of the Interior (..."If there were a connection between the students and the slum kids, anything would be possible. Even, possibly, a general explosion, and a dreadful end for this five-year administration") worked wonders. Strasbourg, Nantes, Grenoble, Toulouse, Rennes, Lille, Drancy, Caen, Rouen -- never in the recent history of France have the downtown areas had such a regular succession of nights of rioting.

...

7.
Here's two ways to move in the streets, when they become a hostile space belonging to the pigs, the cars, and the cameras: the march and the small band. The march: you arrive individually, get together for a few hours with your "comrades," throw around a few slogans you hardly even believe anymore, and on enthusiastic days sing a few songs which would probably send chills down a few spines if they still meant anything, like the Internationale. A few loudspeakers conveniently cover up the silence of the assembly, and the emptiness of relations. Manu Chao, Zebda, La Brigada, etc. Then everyone, one by one, starts to feel at home again, and at leisure to think about things a little less. A digestive promenade for the unionized herd, a parade of solitudes guaranteed by the forces of order. The small band: you leave together. You take some equipment along with you. You have at least an inkling about what you're going to be doing once you're there. Fight the pigs, burn Paris, liberate the Sorbonne, loot some stores, steal some cellphones, have at it with some journalists or demonstrators, whatever. The group moves like a single person, a fifty-person individual. If one runs, everyone else runs too, if one gets in a fight they all do, and if one gets hit it's an injury to all. Mob reflexes. Common jargon. A disposition to foolishness, to blind following, to lynching. An extreme mobility. Hostility to the unknown and to the immobile. These two kinds of movements have been seen in Paris over and over again in the past years. On March 8th of 2005, in particular, and then in the Pensioners' Plaza. Every time, the confrontation has ended up to the small groups' advantage. And every time, those individuals who've gotten separated from the mass march, with their freedom of expression and their right to be themselves, with all their right to have a cell phone, to have a bank account and dreadlocks, have still just ended up getting beaten up and traumatized. Traumatized by fifteen year old kids. And traumatized by having to make a cruel choice -- either to organize into small groups of their own, or else to end up laid out on the pavement. Because otherwise they have to face up to a heady fact -- only the police provide the conditions for the existence of the liberal individual. This is the obvious fact that the forces of order try to deny, after every confrontation, with their brutal attacks, in such bad faith.
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1.5.07

incognito in indio: the spectacle monopolize

day 1
.only gonna get hotter
[xx:xx] drive through traffic park walk line to get in etc quick search ticket scan [xx:xx] first band pop levi clever quick review mention fashion white people i see white people but this band is good nice theatrics channeling something like james brown roger daltry mick jagger wait is he dead yet [xx:xx] another band some snapshots beer garden food etc insane prices consumption spectacle substance a dj wearing his own fashion line dinosaurs insert here more clever bloggy witty remarks about expensive food and beer and of course white people only now they’re looking a little more pink than white sun high now uh-oh “it’s only gonna get hotter” running joke #3 for the day builds up to its funniest around 6:30 pm when breezy and the sun practically gone only some (white) fool sitting next to us sticking nose in everything responds earnestly doesn’t get it’s a joke then thinks we’re jerks when we laugh fuck you and fuck your fuckin heineken and red flaking nose [xx:xx] another stage mstrkrft mixing it up good yeva nice but out of place a little rehashed hot chip hot hot hot [xx:xx] it’s all out of order the arcade fire very nice something burning in organ music or maybe flesh smoky cooling off in the night and of course the endless text messages where u or where u at or running description who you’re seeing gonna see etc and of course messages won’t go through and then L somehow ends up with both the joints in his wallet and now the fucker disappeared won’t answer his phone what huh oh sorry i was taking a nap twenty-five minutes standing a few hundred yards from each other trying to meet up then the tasty discovery of the day mike relm mixing it up a/v style and then tight arty cornelius group from japan, and it’s walking from cornelius to tiesto halfway through their set that i remember the last time i was here, she was about to leave for japan for possibly good yeah right pendejo and J was reminding me earlier in the day how she trashed paul oakenfold and pointed to tiesto instead as the real shit and now i realize that’s why we’re heading over there now to check out her tekno aesthetix and we were somewhere on the ground by the outdoor stage flying high x’d out both my eyes x’d out feeling around in the dark convincing each other of our lies no wait convincing ourselves of our own lies more than anything else and then tiesto spinning and hmmm i don’t know the sound is amazing but the music is [xx:xx] we leave early from the car we still hear tiesto mixing adagio for strings in the distance


day 2
.ride the worm
it’s all about rage today get there late miss the coup L leaves cellphone in bathroom in café on the way inevitable rebellion against early warning to get shit together plus tapped into some other cozmik timeframe timestrand manipulation of spacetime for personal and communal gain it’s all good but now have to go all the way back lose just enough time to not make it in to see boots another reason to hit rock the bells and another one being that even today when expected all the brown people to show up rage manu etc still white white white pink red, [xx:xx] make it to against me in time and it’s allout punk noholds the boys dressed in black rocking hard and not enough people here to see this too bad for them but more room to get up close, then the roots, need to move up and center better view/sound channeling bob dylan via hendrix through a tuba and a wahwah guitar tearing it up while white boys standing nearby like sunscreened statues in the sun jesuschrist that’s quest love up there son move those fuckin hips or step yourself to the back already and yet another reason rock tha bells etc [xx:xx] again with the lost text messages trying to connect meet up then realizing what’s the point just have fun waste too much time trying to find each other more clever blog-template remarks about the price of things and advertising everywhere in on your body heineken wrapped around wrist proving drinking age and corporate loyalty [xx:xx] css brazilian bjork meets go-gos or something not clever enough but whatever it's good y punto squeeze into the tent packed jumping around great grooves pixie singer in black unitard says our next song is called we love coachella let’s go back to my place after the show and make love and make a beautiful child and the crowd loves it and goes wild and then this long period of eating wandering pissing getting ready manu and then rage manu and then rage it’s all about positioning get there early move in as far as you can and then let the crowd hold you in place manu and then rage meet under the giant black war of the worlds spider say quick hellos and then almost as quickly disperse and disappear into the crowd on fumes of inexplicable crowded house hey wow crazy running into you here take a picture of me and my brother while everybody else grabbing hold of a worm with a big white muscle dude leading the way and burrowing deeper into the crowd the tail disappears before you can grab onto it stay put for now

.hoy me levanto y no quiero
there is a song in which manu chao sings, “hoy día luna, día pena, hoy me levanto sin razón; hoy me levanto y no quiero; hoy día luna día pena…” throughout the set surrounded by frat-type white boys feeling weird and out of place nobody moving nobody responding to manu they’re all waiting for rage feeling unsafe feeling danger at one point he criticizes bush and says you can’t fight terrorism with terrorism and one white boy give him the finger while other reports from elsewhere in the crowd later after the show white people saying shit like speak english etc but at the end of his set, manu sings the día luna día pena song only in the final verse he changes it up, hoy me levanto y si quiero, hoy me levanto con razón, because like he tells the crowd, pase lo que pase, siempre hay que tener esperanza, and this is the real message here, próxima estación: esperanza, and suddenly this vision as he drops this truth in español into this sea of white faces pink shoulders deaf ears waiting for rage this vision of small scattered pockets of brown faces and ears that hear and hearts that understand scattered but connected scattered isolated but connected tuned in already networked communicating realizing creating la próxima estación: esperanza, esperanza, esperanza

.the spectacle monopolize
held in place pinned there bodies pressed up tight you can’t move mass movement crowd sways and you sway with it one direction then another about twenty-five yards from the stage near the center wriggling up and up until the bodies will no longer give way and then just stop and wait crowd chanting cheering olé, olé olé olé… olé… olé… and white boy says in sarcastic white boy voice is there some kind of soccer game going on or something huh huh pendejo look around check find the brown faces still few and far between but they’re here and you can hear spanish somewhere to the left and behind comforting keep that in spatio-linguistic mental map look back nod eyecontact survival and at one point they’re chanting rage rage rage rage rage rage rage clapping with each word and you feel all this energy all this heat smell of unwashed bodies sweat mingling thinking you should be feeling rage not chanting it feeling it not chanting it all this energy heat channeled forward and up to the stage rageragerageragerageragerage and later you will look back at this moment and realize that this was when you first started to see really see and fully articulate internally the dissipation the level of containment absorption neutralization in all of this, and it’s not a sellout, because everybody back home knows zack and tom working hard in the local communities still righteous and solid, zack strumming jarocho at self-help with L’s hermanito, tom on the radio at the southcentral farm on the streets laying it down—it’s something else, it’s rage itself, rage contained, rage controlled, rage commodified to the point of total absorption into the spectacle, rage clear-channeled, neutralized, rage dissipated up into the desert night, rage mocked by the dusty vocal chords of a hundred thousand spectators and zack mocking right back now you do what they told you now you’re under control and one punk white kid damn it’s been seven years seven years can you believe it, what, punk you weren’t even ten years old seven years ago what the fuck do you know, I was there at the dnc, downtown LA, I was there in DC protesting the inauguration, little whiteboy your consciousness is the product of a post-9/11 post-iPod post-Patriot Act fascism torture mass murder for oil etc, what do you know what do you and on the downbeat suddenly the crowd surging up and in all directions at once and the stage lighting up and within less than a minute no more breath, no oxygen, cannot breathe in the heat, realizing you must find a way out through the heat, panic, desperation, bodies, realizing that this is what everybody is feeling, all the time, everywhere, every body panicked desperate cannot breathe crushed in tight no escape from the mass mind rape only eyes so mesmerized by the spectacle monopolized that they do not see they do not realize that they are choking that they have stopped breathing that there is no more room left for navigation for maneuvering mass energy yoked to the image the sounds and you work your way back press through bodies cut through sweat and flesh until you reach a barrier wall a little space to catch your breath and then make your way around and out again, but before you leave this little safe spot, it’s here, while everybody still going crazy, that J comes hurtling out of the crowd straight at you and you are amazed that you have wound up in the same spot, two hours later, twenty-five years later, two immigrants’ sons two eastsanjo boys fighting to the edge of the crowd still looking for a way out both out of breath half-panicked but at the same time let’s not deny it exhilarated and also just as swept up in the spectacle shouting lyrics waving fists jumping up and down—

[meanwhile, several hundred miles to the south and east of here in other desert heat at another barrier wall, another desperate surge forward, another mass of bodies, only these hungry, penniless, the antispectacle to the spectacle of consumption here, here the intoxicated bodies lying on the grass recover their senses and breath, there the bodies lying on the sand remain immobile, breathless, naked, unkown]

and zack is comparing the white leaders in the white house to the white nazis, white war criminals, not just bush but every single president in u.s. history should be tried and hanged executed for war crimes according to the same standards applied to the nazis, and then more clearly and specifically, in case you missed it, they are not just like the nazis, they are the nazis, some of those that burn crosses…are the same that hold office, etc, and looking around at all these white faces, all these young post–9/11 post–Iraq War post–End of History white faces, and wondering what do they think, how does this register, how does this compute, are they getting their money’s worth, are they hearing what he’s saying, or is it like manu, is this another language that they do not understand, a message meant only for those small pockets here and there, those who are already fluent, those who are receptive, those who have the gift for interpretation, connected and networked above beyond around a sea of spectacle and pale wasted energy misdirected as L would say emotion life feeling merely functioning or is it this but also more complicated, i.e., remembering the first time, another september 11, this one 1992 lollapalooza unconscious blind lost young and suddenly rage against the machine brand new on stage blowing you away planting words ideas truth that would not flower for another seven years, i.e., even in the midst of all of this machinery, are the seeds of la próxima estación being planted in some who are still merely functioning misdirected misapplied but maybe one day the words are there and suddenly it is not the energy that dissipates but the spectacle itself as the words as the language come forward coalesce make sense zack on stage screaming wake up wake up wake up how long not long and the end of the matrix and the end of something else and some future point place something clicks something registers shifts and the individual is suddenly connected in space and time to something that s/h/e did not exactly see or hear before, and in microseconds the mind goes back and pinpoints that moment that place in a chain of others and realizes a direct line a crooked line a dotted line from it to here waking up to freedom sudden rhizomatic spurt seeking pockets seeking others who are fluent seeking connection seeking to share this information, expand this language, cuz what you reap is what you sow, and what you keep is what you owe

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