Information on all our releases through the end of 2020

There is definitely going to be a dash of Buddhism in this, so if you are super adamant about only reading articles about “Gods and Radicals” instead of maybe a few moments of “Bodhisattvas and Radicals”, you may want to skip the whole damn thing. I'm also going to talk about neurology, and probably fuck it up. Then to finish, we're going to look a bit at the society of the spectacle, and what 2020 can teach us.

In this interview, Federici elaborates on how this ongoing transformation of the body extends inward just as much outward. Our modern conception of the “self” is, without a doubt, impoverished, but as her book titled suggests, reconnecting with what lies beyond the periphery of the skin is essential in reclaiming what was lost on this long and violent path to our present moment, with all its beautiful acts of solidarity and resistance, to the ongoing brutal repression of human and more-than-human life in all its forms.

My responsibility is not to tell Black people how to protest. My responsibility is to tell white spiritual people that, when we say things like this, we are assholes.

A review of the “The Old Guard” — without spoilers.

I’m not going to lie, I ummed and ahhed about publishing this piece, a writing about plants. I thought in this time of turmoil, such a topic so seemingly mild as plants might not be the most pressing of issues and so almost didn’t write this. But then I thought again. Plants, whether in the garden or in the wilds soothe the soul and make all the world's ills seem less, if only for the few moments you are immersed in their environment. Sometimes we need to take time away from the front-line, if only to heal, replenish.

“These men were scared, although what they were scared of was far from clear. They were defending a statue, although they had done nothing to defend it while it was still possible to save it. The scene on their end was empty theater, the meaningless display of a now impotent power.”

from Alley Valkyrie and Rhyd Wildermuth

Your military doesn’t colonize for me,

The people on the streets fight for me

Sojourner Truth, come lead us please,

Out of the dark canyon of fear.

We are beset by enemies,

We want you for our brigadier.

Raise thy snuffling snout;

Raise, cast about,

Enrage and grunt

O bristled screamer

Fitting Into Gender Categories As A Non-Binary Person (From Nox)

“there are several ways to practice magical activism, and one of the most important is to build, feed and protect the communities we are a part of.”

I am reminded of those who, believe it or not,

with no awe, reverence or kinship feel like trashing it all

preaching on the divine...

It’s easier to think it’s the other, those ‘bad apples’, because we don’t want to come to realization that pretty much every white American is unprepared for what it really means for their Nation to give up being a world power fueled by racial injustice.

I can clearly remember the moment when I realized what I was doing, the moment when I was able to let go, to stop trying to fight Death.

Civilized societies are not less violent than non-civilized societies–-though they may appear to be the more privileged citizens. One of the defining characteristics of civilization is the depersonalization of violence.

We are rediscovering that we have always been wild, we are remembering the power we have. We are reforming and building bonds with those like us, who no longer wish to be tame, who no longer wish to accept the injustices of this world that favours money over all else. We are ‘agents against history’. We are ’unbinding a supposedly bound totality’. We are becoming iconoclastic.

Though they’re often used synonymously, civilization is not the same thing as culture. Many of the things that are attributed to civilization, such as art and healing, existed before civilization and outside of states. And many of the lauded “improvements” brought by civilization were not really improvements, or else they were improvements which came at a terrible cost.

There will be no final victory, nor defeat. There is only the endless repetitive revolutions of the gyre, which are destined to grow, contract, and begin again in moments of discord and strife.