the new anarchist cookbook
evelyn
"You may already be an Anarchist.
It's true. If your idea of healthy human relations is a dinner with friends, where everyone enjoys everyone else's company, responsibilities are divided up voluntarily and informally, and no one gives orders or sells anything, then you are an anarchist, plain and simple. The only question that remains is how you can arrange for more of your interactions to resemble this model." - from fighting for our lives: an anarchist primer
Oh, this reminds me the intentions of the slow food movement (conviviality), and Salons, and art colonies, and how gathering around the dinner table is community.
And it hits me: Oh, my, I am an anarchist.
I suppose I did not need to hang out with underground artists and gutterpunk gypsies in New Orleans to discover this.
Though I am not exactly a warrior revolutionary in the same sense. And sometimes those anarchists aren't radical enough.
"The bravest warrior with the sharpest sword is the one who can cut away all that impedes her/him from unconditional love." - Juliet Carter
Not for the faint of heart, nor those afraid of the dark.
image The Kiss of the Enchantress, Isobel Lilian Gloag
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anarchy
May 2008 
Evelyn, I picture myself running for my life down some damp alley, cape flowing, steaming casserole in hand, fastfood police breathing down on me. Shit I'm made. Plainclothes taco bell…
He, he Ron.
And I'm absolutely serious. Hierarchies are dissolving. I recently wrote a friend:
“i don't understand money & ownership and possession anymore
just friends kindred spirits and gifts and creating and freedom and art and the end of world as we know it”
she, she Evelyn.
You are so right. Intimations are everywhere even if I did have to post bail with my baked potato dill casserole gone cold under my arm. Sometimes I think the act has already occurred and this is just so much detective work, forensics.