Showing posts with label direct action. Show all posts
Showing posts with label direct action. Show all posts

29.4.13

.: Love and Rage


A requiem for wasted youth,
uncouth and far too clever.
Never really innocent,
[though well-read] still ignorant.

Misled by elders and grown ups,
now I can't seem to grow up.
So I shrink away
from fake affection.
[doesn't take direction]

No, I don't vote in elections,
I'm fed up with the factions
Reactionary
Ready to mask up,
armed with fact; we come
correct. Tactics packed,
our task ahead.

Direct action.
Its gets heated,
people start to feel empowered
with the cops retreating,
but its a ruse.
Soon they let loose
with senseless beatings.

Overreaction.
Block streets and charge
at us with horses,
to intimidate of course.
[all go through the motions]

Of course it's all just bait,
designed to aggravate
a crowd's emotions
Instigate fear and commotion.

Plain-clothed units infiltrate,
with hidden weapons they inflict
indiscriminate violence midst
the panic of the crush.

Now badges are removed,
Gloved hands brush glocks.
The rushing crowd throws rocks,
so forming poses
for the shots that show the
cops were merely victims.

Oh, we know they'll smell like roses
on the news at six o'clock.

Yes, we are scared
as the night falls. So what
if we are right? Now
we each, alone, must choose.
Try and run away
from here,
or stay and fight?

One voice no longer.
Once more, must
we settle for surrender
to the choice of
hate
or fear?

[if only we were stronger]

Surrounded.
So stand our ground,
around us, all strength that
we could ever need.
We found
respect, reflected
in the eyes of equals.

I was proud to stand
beside you. I would bleed-. No,
I would die for you.

Defiant,
we held our heads erect,
in bliss, amongst the
burned out wrecks and weeds,

We turned
and kissed.

Sister.
True resistor. My beloved
Anarquista. Above the barricades,
we embrace like ancient gods.
Burning cars groan,
spit and crack glass.
True fire flickers in our eyes.

This smoldering love,
we cannot hold.
Like a hot coal it burns you.
and it burns me too.

Lover,
always we'll be
free, and bold.

So, let's swear to never-ever:
-do as we are told,
-act our ages,
-obey the rules,
-allow our secrets to be sold,
Lets disregard authorities,
whomsoever they may be.

They rent us our own cages,
for a fee.

Tomorrow's not what they said
it would be.


Tonight, my love,
rage and passion,
might just be enough,
to ignite this soulless city.



September 2011

21.9.12

.: Video - Plan B - ill Manors

Apologies if this old news but it's new to me.
Not the London Riots, but this clip explains more than those lip-flapping media c*nts could manage in the days following the LDN Uprising.



via thejuicemedia who liked it on youtube

22.3.12

.: Electronic Countermeasures




Tomorrow's Thoughts Today are a a London thinktank and with Electronic Countermeasures are doing what the Pirate Bay have proposed creating an aerial network that uses autonomic swarm formation to create, disperse, and reform high-throughput temporary networks in the sky.

21.3.12

.: Doc - Underground Resistance



Underground Resistance is a label for a movement. A movement that wants change by sonic revolution. We urge you to join the resistance and help us combat the mediocre audio and visual programming that is being fed to the inhabitants of Earth, this programming is stagnating the minds of the people; building a wall between races and preventing world peace. It is this wall we are going to smash. By using the untapped energy potential of sound we are going to destroy this wall much the same as certain frequencies shatter glass. Techno is a music based in experimentation; it is music for the future of the human race. Without this music there will be no peace, no love, no vision. By simply communicating through sound, techno has brought people of all different nationalities together under one roof to enjoy themselves. Isn't it obvious that music and dance are the keys to the universe? So called primitive animals and tribal humans have known this for thousands of years! We urge all brothers and sisters of the underground to create and transmit their tones and frequencies no matter how so called primitive their equipment may be. Transmit these tones and wreak havoc on the programmers!

 underground resistance


4.2.12

.: Aidex '91

Over the last week, I am ashamed to say, I have been working on an international arms trade fair.
Right here in the middle of Sydney - at Darling Harbour.
Called the Pacific Maritime Expo, it didn't even seem to raise an eyebrow.

I wanted to walk out on the first day,
- walk out of an event that offends every one of the principles I so readily espouse.
But I found, in Sydney 2012, those principles are too expensive for people like me.
Living week to week, it seems I can no longer afford them.
Part of my soul has died.

It seemed none of my friends shared my outrage, as I ranted about the injustice, after my first day there.
Don't get passionate about something anymore, -you could be mistaken for a fanatic.
A terrorist.

Too gutless to try and sabotage the event when I had the chance.., as if I could..
Even if I knew how to make a bomb belt without killing myself [hard],
-and got it into the set up [easy],
I wouldn't come near to taking out any of the real scumbags,
I would have only taken out the contractors, working poor like me.

The whole thing was done low key, and at first we thought it was just a boat show,
But it soon became clear, this was a full on Naval Military Expo.
- the future is inhuman.
When I told the people around me what this event was really about
..all I got was blank stares.

Source:  engagemedia.org

No-one, it seemed, remembered AIDEX.
Over 20 years ago now.
I wasn't there, but I remember the response in the community.
This video was produced for CAT TV by John Jacobs,
a true hero and a creative inspiration.
Watch his video after the link....