Brief Aphorisms, update 1

The best way to counteract the standing armies of the world is walking armies. #EjercitoNomadistas

“And we were running and fighting, fighting and running, just like our ancestors had done. Without giving up, without surrendering, without being defeated.” EZLN

Extinction Revolution = XR 2.02.0

One Earth Day? Humans where are you living the other 364.25?

Be water flowing or be blood spilt. #EjercitoNomadistas

I do my gambling out of the casino.

Castles in the sky cast great shadows on we who dwell on the lands below. To hell with your heavenly afterlife.

It’s not an eye for an eye when your enemy is already blind. Nor do you have to hit your enemy, just make sure they don’t intentionally or accidentally hit anyone you love.

Be careful what you choose to call democracy–it threatens democracy. Dilution is as dangerous as destruction.

Modern food when eaten is domestication on the inside.

Boundaries are there to test you, not versa vice.

MLK has no I, but if he did his name would be Harvey.

Wolves are man’s better friend, for they do not serve us, deluding us that we are possessive masters.

What happens before we die is the question we need to focus on answering. Making primary the question of what happens after we die is the greatest inversion and perversion that the Universe can experience. It is to invert life with death.

How about less talk of Jesus and more walk of Jesus?

Book the date, book the strike – 5/1

You are the warmth that gets me through this cold; you are the fire that burns away the shadows.

The difference between a revolutionary person and a revolutionary people is a revolution. To put the revolutionary at the front, is to enable the persistence of the paradigm from which we are trying to break. A fiery revolutionary can only spark a fire that has already been in waiting.

Mirages of Wisdom 0022 (my thoughts inexactly) Part 1

Give fascists big enough cuffs and they will arrest the Earth. Those

Good Cop, bad cop, bad cop, bad cop, bad cop, bad cop, bad cop…

We are Earth Waking. We are Earth Walking. In our hearts, for too long, We’ve been sitting with revolution. Now it is time to walk with it. #EjercitoNomadistas

They, because I are plural.

Deterritorialize This Place. New York City Con Crete Jungle Fuck This Place.

Another world is possible, but another Earth is not.

2019 the system arrested us, 2020 we need to arrest the system. #ExtinctionRevolution

As Extinction Continues there will be more and more moments of silence but for the wrong reasons.

The work of building a movement very quickly becomes completely natural and intuitive to all who fully engage and believe in the process. Growing a movement is not a tangential stream—it is the return to the river that has always been our essence. It was our first nature that was robbed of us by the oppressions designed by civilizations bent on control.

Another world must be in walking distance, because we’ve run out of time. #CarLessKarlos

Home is space not a place. The territoriality, the possessiveness, that the dominant paradigms have bred in us since nomadism has left. These dominant paradigms are the false parents that took us from nursing from our Mother Tierra. #EjercitoNomadistas

Affinity groups flourish in an affinitive environment. Proactive and open to interaction. To organize the whole is to disorganize it. This attempt at homogeneity is the tyranny of one locality over another is what we now know as globalization. Don’t worry about straying from western notions of democracy; they need to be abandoned and democracy re-conceived. We want each group/cadre/tribe/organization to feel free to build it’s own power, and not be hampered by relationships of servitude. Each species must be strong to be the best ally to others. We do not want the inversion of the system, the inversion of the oppression- we want it’s destruction through our active dismantaling. We want allies not servants. We want decentralization, in other words localized empowerment.

Ejercito Nomadistas, we run for government off us. We walk for it too. For a May 1 Strike, for Youth enfranchisement and empowerment, for localism, for community Assemblies, for community autonomy, for Degrowth. Running for another world, walking for another world.

South is up! Compas Up Rose

Quite upsetting, the way we subalterned humans just accept our fate is to be decided on this platform of representative election cycles. With stakes so high, it’s like a sporting event for our existence. We so calmly let our futures be determined by something that requests we have little control over it. Stop giving legitimacy to it! Elections are not at all about asking the people to formally take control of the powerful, and are everything about asking the people to formally relinquish control to the powerful.

To decolonize is to deurbanize. The concentration that is an urban centers intrinsically relies upon there to be other, peripheralized spaces that exist in its service.

Extinction Revolution: We Are Not Drilling.

Home is a space we create, not a space that dominions desecrate.

We are about halting the system—we are going to do the no thing.

Oppression is almost as important a word as liberation. Use it carefully, but use it. Truth must be spoken.

No formation coming soon. Free Movement.

Happy Related Birthday! We are biological family so I’m obligated to say something, but most days we forget the other even exists.

 

 

 

The growing of XRs and DNAs: Una Nota between the 0th and 1st Declaration of The Concrete Jungle

Some brief and particularized genealogy for you concerned with XR’s past and future, zooming in on the concept of movement DNA. I’ve traced this concept back at least as far to Rising Up!, the Organisation that started THE Extinction Rebellion, intended as a campaign-movement (NOT AN ORGANIZATION).

This is pertinent because comrades within XR have been bringing up DNA with greater frequency as a mode of defining (controlling) what XR is and what it is not, (the DNA and origins of control is quite another thing, not for this post nor from me at this juncture… let’s say it is replicated and refined by Westernity). My response to them now is that actual DNA—from which the concept Rising Up! uses is inspired—is something that evolves…

thus @Free Movement and @Extinction Revolution, and other campaigns, iterations, vectors unknown to us, and those not yet evolved. We need not discard DNA, but must realize liberated DNA will discard some of our harmful turns that wreak of reinstating the very Extinction-tendencies endemic to our modernized species.

Open-ended DNA leaves us to wander the terrain of the Earth and of our minds to fashion new ways of existing and surviving on this land, in the name of a return to evolution and leaving behind what feels like an inevitable extinction for our own species and masses of others. We have definite directions that we would like to bring in to this mix, vectors of curvature. For one of these, we will say it’s not in my DNA to cooperate or even legitimate legal institutions and their codes. To be seen how that expresses in the coming weeks.

But More Generally, let’s leave human beings behind and return to Human Becomings!

¡Towards an Up Rising!
– Ejército Nomadista

Mirages of Wisdom 0021 (my thoughts inexactly)

Quit your job and get to work.

We can not create a new world if we keep giving the time of day to the old one.

Forget this world and remember this Earth.

We must turn work places in to woke places.

Rome wasn’t built overnight, but it did burn overnight.

At first you seed and then tree tree tree again!

Burn the candles at both ends and when the two flames meet, you are transformed and the darkness becomes your torch.

Leave the rat race and rejoin the human race. I’m not saying you all are rats, but you’ve been stuck in to a maze for rats and are failing to realize the walls are made of paper (money).

Lush the forest
Down the rain
Green the deserts
Dig the plain

In a coercive system such as ours, Inaction can be the most powerful Action.

Fossil fuels are not killing the planet, the machinery of capitalism is killing the planet #WarAgainstMachines

Instead of asking me to feel less, why don’t you try to feel more?

Remember Remember the 5th of September.

 

Zeroth Declaration Of The Concrete Jungle, Eastern Coast, Turtle Island

November 0, 2019 Untimed Released

We are saying this again
We are saying this against
We are saying this for the first time
We are saying this for the zeroth time

Life is too short… in a concrete jungle
Roots are too short… in a destroyed soil
Straws are too long… in a misunderstood oil
Machines too strong… not reducing our toil
Mouths are drying… in conditioned air
Forests are drying… only deserts compare
Species are dying… extinction extraordinaire
Vigilance is dying… few stewards to care

Is life, Is Life, really, just to die?
Shouldn’t those still living, ought to try?
To this bring your despair, don’t merely sigh
Hell likes us numb, not when we cry

So cry, comrades, cry
Cry, comrades, cry
Because without Tears
The drinking, the sweating
The bleeding, the urinating
Do not justify our privileged role in the water cycle
To roll along in this sacred circle of life

Water is life, let it flow
Land is life, let property go

Crying is not for the dead, it is for those who would choose to keep living. Cry for the Earth, it is the sweetest rain yet devised; cry for the great losses, tears hold memories that brains cannot; cry for the ongoing losses; ease the desertion with potent water; and cry for the future losses, for they are only written in concrete, when dried. Our future is in unwriting… our future is in reseeding! They bury us, but they forget we are rhizomatic.

Guerra Contra La Selva Concreta And The War Against Machines

Our death is written in Concrete. Our death is not written in stone—only the swords, guns, steel, machines in all forms that haunt us have their deaths by being re-Earthed. Un-inventing the wheel, that is our call. Replace these swords in the stone, for we need not the oppression of kings, nor of their metals and things—their contrived dependencies. Bury the machines of industrial civilization. Bury before by it we are buried. The land needs our attention, not our concrete. If the style of these words bothers you, the content of these words bothers us; we are not content, and by these words of defiance to all that has become normal, we accept the challenge to “die and lie down, not the other way around”.

Several words deep, should we—the ENT of the lower left coast, Ejercito Nomadista de la Tierra—make our aims and hopes more concrete?

Compas, we are concerned not just with bringing the dead back to life, but with bringing the living back to life. The bulldozer and asphalt kills not only the life that is below it—it closes off a peaceful existence—and what ensues is an ongoing war against what life lingers above. We who live in places where we call parking lots our yard, distant reservoirs and bottled liquids our drinking water, demineralized and demoralized packaged goods our food, and social media connections our relationships, have lost grasp of life as it has become more remote, more distant. Ya Basta! We are sinking on these false islands we have constructed for ourselves—these desert islands. If they are not desert islands then tell us why we always need essential goods shipped to them?

We, of the coastal plains of Eastern Turtle Island, are organizing a new way for humans to exist and be in symbiance with the ecosystem. We in some of the lands most entrenched by late stage capitalism, are beset with the task to create a model for other bioregions that must also battle to halt and reverse the 6th mass extinction.

Our first undertaking, is the seeding and fostering of a general strike against capitalism on May 1, 2020. We are not creating ourselves out of abstraction, but out of la lucha. We are not isolating ourselves from the struggle, but coming in to existence to call for a specific antidote to late stage capitalism that must be tried. We do this in affinity with Extinction Revolution, precisely because humans have been left with those two options: Revolution, or, Extinction. Evolution has been so badly marred by the methods and machines of industrialized and industrializing humans that a cautious return to allow for eco-system self-regeneration would lack caution. No, we must run out ahead to stop The Machine. We must halt it.

Here are fragments of the 0lder Zeroth Declaration that were not composted and fertilized in to the above writing:

the jungles provide the healing leaves, the bark, the sweet breeze; the concrete is a place of concentrated blow, of devil’s dust. Hell would burn if you weren’t numb to the fire; hell would freeze if there were any liquids.
Realities replaced with hallucinations and delusions to compensate a fragile psyche in a desert. Miracles for mirages.

We, the Ejercito de Nueva Jersey, are responding to the cry we hear from the land. The cry is one of a Murder but it is not just the murder of the land the land is telling us that sow-in being murdered our own death awaits us, humans. Not being dead yet, still having breath and the enjoyment of life when it is not taken from us right in front of us by the industrial overcapacities, is what makes us willing to respond to the call of the land to be warriors on its behalf and to allow life to once again flourish as places that are now not so long ago did.

Oppression has a very long history—but our time is short now. As oppression has grown, our time has grown shorter. Oppression can not last forever, eventually it oppresses itself, and extinction takes over. The extinction of what? That is the political question as well as the ecological.

These might be epic words, but what we need more are epic deeds. We need the deeds that would mark a new epoch. An epoch of creation, not of destruction, a story filled with the seeds of regeneration, not of the deeds of recent generations.

in these densely populated areas known as the suburbs, humans have never been more isolated not just from ecosystems, but from one another. These are not the grounds that can sustain a tribe, a people, a humanity. The lowest point is a turning point

Where to start? Hmmm… Not where to start writing, no no. This is not a question of how to begin, that seeks to focus the writer so to avoid being aimless. This is a writing against the very aimlessness of all the surrounding constituents that capture and particilize us, dividing us, resetting us, infantalizing us; this writing in it’s very nature must be very focused to hold appropriate contrast. No, “Where to start?” is a question that every new generation of besieged life must ask itself, faced with its lot in life here—to be born in a concrete jungle, with similar likelihood to be born on a paved parking surface as to be born on a field or forest with a healthy ecology.

a layer of pavement restricting its connecting to the web of life that sources from the terrain. The greatest and most ill advised dare of humanity’s history, namely the dare of how long we can continue landless, continues to new levels of perilousness. If only we could be fully awake to the sublime horror, but not, we are fast asleep.

Life must start again under less than ideal circumstances. Life for the Siberian Tiger, life for the blue whale, life for the orangutan, life for the human. Death for the tiger? Death for the whale? Death for the primates?

Even when ocean is available for species that can make a living out of such a connection, the oceans, too, are dying, under the burden of acidification.

As destructive as a high tide of the sea can be, we’ve let the tidal surge of our cars become ever more makers of misery, and pointlessly and unenchantedly so.

We have downgraded ourselves to a life on concrete. But it is not easy to mindlessly downgrade without a sense of great sorrow. The accelerations of water, the accelerations of wind.

With what little bit of us there is left, we cry so loud for the shrieks have not been heard. Hundred millions of years of evolution put under this urban and suburban placque.

We love the human animal, that’s why it makes us so very sad to see the destructive paths we’ve devolved down.

NJ as andalusia – andalusia cannot continue to swim on concrete.

Under siege so long we have forgotten that we are under siege.

The concrete statues, the problem is made visible right in front of us.

We are the Ejercito for our local Earth; ready to dance even when we don’t know the song.

Ejercito Nomadistas de la Tierra
If We Do Not Wander We Will Remain Lost