Feral Faun
“No solo hablamos de violencia: este es nuestro elemento, nuestro destino diario…
las condiciones en las cuales estamos obligados a vivir…”
–Os Cangacieros
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Feral Faun
“No solo hablamos de violencia: este es nuestro elemento, nuestro destino diario…
las condiciones en las cuales estamos obligados a vivir…”
–Os Cangacieros
Continue reading Ferocidad Insurgente: La violencia lúdica de la rebelión
I am convinced that a revolutionary challenge to the current social order must necessarily be a challenge to the last ten thousand years of institutional development that have created it. In short, revolutionary critique must aim at civilization itself. But what precisely does this mean?
Continue reading Barbaric Thoughts: On a Revolutionary Critique of Civilization
“No es una falta que te resistas contra mí y que afirmes tu particularidad, tu individualidad: no tienes que ceder ni que renegar de ti mismo.”
Max Stirner
Continue reading El Miedo al Conflicto x Feral Faun
[Cet article, publié en anglais dans le journal anarchiste insurrectionnaliste américain Wilful Disobedience au début des années 2000, a été écrit par son principal auteur Wolfi Landstreicher. Si son propos peut paraitre court, voir synthétique, il pose la question de l’opposition traditionnelle entre individu et communauté d’une manière assez inédite, à la manière d’un Malatesta (même si ce dernier se définissait plus ouvertement anarchiste-communiste) et romps avec les clivages traditionnels encore prégnants qui traversent les mouvements anarchistes et anti-autoritaires.]
Continue reading “Les buts de la révolution anarchiste”, par Wolfi Landstreicher
Stirner’s Demolition of the Sacred by Wolfi Landstreicher “In crime the egoist has hitherto asserted himself and mocked at the sacred; the break with the sacred, or rather of the sacred, may become general. A revolution never returns, but an immense, reckless, shameless, conscienceless, proud—crime, doesn’t it rumble in the distant thunder, and don’t you see how the sky grows ominously silent and gloomy?”—Max Stirner I am speaking in words of things that words can only point to. |
Feral Faun
Futurist AtTACK is an ironic yet sincere non-organization of the schiz-fluctuations of many me’s. Like the Futurists, we launch an attack on the past, but, recognizing the limits of their attack, we steal their name not to honor them–they too are dead weight from the past and always were–but in ironic mockery of their limited attack, and also to distinguish ourselves from the misty-eyed, nostalgic primitivist anti-tech, anti-civ kooks who long for a return to some imagined golden age of the past rather than striving to become creators of new and as yet unimagined galaxies of living….
Continue reading Futurist AtTACK (Anti-Tech Anti-Civ Kooks) Manifestoes
The Dance of Life
Feral Faun
Chaos is a dance, a flowing dance of life, and this dance is erotic. Civilization hates chaos and, therefore, also hates Eros. Even in supposedly sexually free times, civilization represses the erotic. It teaches that orgasms are events that happen only in a few small parts of our bodies and only through the correct manipulation of those parts. It squeezes Eros into the armor of Mars, making sex into a competitive, achievement-centered job rather than joyful, innocent play.
Continue reading Paneroticism:
by Feral Faun
My feelings when I read Peter Lamborn Wilson is that he wishes to live very much as I do, yet he looks to thc realm of spirituality as a means to achieve this. To me, it is evident that this is another false path to autonomous self-creation–precisely because it is a path…and one that has been tried so often its failure should be self-evident.
Continue reading Thoughts inspired by reading Peter Lamborn Wilson’s The Sacred Drift
“Any society that you build will have its limits. And outside the limits of any society the unruly and heroic tramps will wander with their wild and virgin thoughts…planning ever new and dreadful outbursts of rebellion.”
–Renzo Novatore
I feel that there is no possible society in which I would fit, that whatever society was like, I would be a rebel. At times, this fills me with the joy of the “unruly and heroic tramps” of whom Renzo Navatore speaks, but often it leaves me feeling quite lonely and isolated.
Continue reading Whither now?