Surrealist gesture

To all my fellow Surrealists, by freely admitted title or not: labels are ineffectual and useless when staring down the barrel of a rifle. So then, to re-start with all pretensions and assumptions aside: every ear (even the stone-deaf) in Villiers-le-Bel , comrades, artists, humans, REVOLUTIONARIES…

I am an American. I shit down Mickey’s rat throat, I vomit on the idea of George W. Bush, and I despise the capitalistic regime known today by both names: Christianity and Business; the AMERICA from which I was born. I am a Surrealist. My nation is my mind. My religion is life. My skin is whatever color yours is. I stand not only for complete intellectual freedom, but for a very literal, physical, social freedom as well, i.e. the destruction of any chains used anywhere to demoralize the human verb, the potential, the individual. For at the end of the day what are we left with? After we have been allowed to leave our places of “work”, after we are free to focus on anything we want and profess any opinions we desire, after everything FORCED on us has fallen asleep like the fat slave masters they are, we have only ourselves. Our minds, our creativity, our imaginations, our dreams and desires for whatever change, whichever ideas make us feel more human, more alive. These bastions are the only pure places left on this bleeding and gang-raped earth of ours. We have been left NOTHING but what we create in our own heads, everything else has already been ruined or is very well into the process of ruin. We’ve been given nothing but scraps, rancid bits of meat from an animal we never agreed to kill in the first place. Not only have we not been left or given anything, we haven’t even been OFFERED anything. We’ve been sold things, we’ve been assigned things, we have even been obliged things from time to time… but nothing that shouldn’t have been ours already… for free.

So yes, I am a part of one of the greatest evils in existence today, yes I am sitting idly on my computer writing to you of revolution while I pay and buy my life away here in the ignorant police state of the soul called America. All the more reason I’m able to offer my help. Tell me what you need. Materials, food, weapons… I will do everything in my power to provide. I will abuse the powers so thoughtlessly granted me, I will work my alchemy and I will turn their shit into your gold.

Because after all:

You must never give in, you must never stop. Shoot, punch, kick, BURN. Burn with passion and with the conviction that you are right in doing what you are doing. END THE POLICE STATE! Fight with every breath against racism and tyranny, then, when you’ve run out of breath, shoot a policeman in the chest and steal his. You are standing on the threshold; you are holding the key in each and every one of your minds. Anyone who has ever thrown a cocktail, ignited a bomb, pulled that trigger with pure sincerity, has taken that decisive step over into freedom. They have declared their disgust with slavery; they have refused to remain benign pawns in a crooked game any longer. Any one who has wished for release from the ridiculous bondage they were born into, who has written a single line of subversive verse holds the power of the atom bomb in their finger tips. You are in the ideal position, you have them scared, you have them angry, now you must STAND STRONG. You MUST not allow yourselves the weakness of comfortable and compromised submission. Keep pulling your triggers, keep burning your cars, the world needs to see these brilliant fires and explosions in order to wake them from their own prolonged slumbers. Do not bend to the will of other conservative parties in your country disguised as liberals, disguised as anarchists. The CP gravely failed you back in ’68. Not only did they fail you… they betrayed you. And in that despicable series of moves they betrayed themselves (as if they hadn’t already!) forever; exposed themselves as imposters, corrupt and eager deceivers of the proletariat. They are in perfect goose-step with Starkozy and everything he and his institution stands for. They are DEAD, decomposed, yet still desperately grasping at the last pink strips of flesh on their black and bitter collective souls. They are pale imitations of revolution, they are a brand… marketed and sold under the pathetic guise of “counter-culture”. We must look back upon the history of French revolutionaries; Sade, Voltaire, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Rousseau, Ducasse, Jarry, Tzara, Apollinaire, Breton, Camus, Sartre… the list goes on and on… these men lived how they believed. These men chose to endure the poverty and the condemnation which resulted as a direct affect of their honesty and their base refusal to live pretending, lying, betraying, killing by buying, SLAVING. They refused. They created the world that we (not them; the bourgeoisie, they are closed off by their own admissions) now wish with all our willpower to live within. Freely moving about, giving and taking in equal measure, striking that perfect equilibrium of a truly emancipated society. “We must formulate a new declaration of the rights of man” By any means, at any price. We need you, the brave artists willing to paint with the blood of the oppressors. The emancipators. The saviors. Jesus on his cross, coming down to judge…

All that Surrealism is can be conveyed via this single quote from Breton: (The Surrealists) “… adhered to the view that what was still – and by far- most shocking about the world around them was the subservience in which a miniscule part of the human race held the rest, without any justification whatsoever. Of all the evils this was the most intolerable, since it was entirely within man’s power to remedy.”

So, I’m not begging or using this situation as an opportunity to parlay you into the party (for all I know many of you are already members), I’m simply offering my empathy. My support. I’m offering you anything I have to offer. Use Surrealism, if not in name, then indirectly. Use it as a symbol; take the Surrealist slogans ALL POWER TO THE IMAGINATION! IT IS FORBIDDEN TO FORBID! and use them again; blow off all the layers of dust which have been accumulating since 1968. They have not tired with age, you may very well find their edges sharper, more defined and blindingly prophetic. A potent weapon; a collection of hearts and minds willing to be true, honest and unashamed. You have started a fire in the minds of the rest of the world and it is now your pleasure to continue pouring their genocidal petroleum into the flames. We must destroy in order to save, a confusing truth, yet a truth all the same. Do not let anyone sway you different, reject all parties if need be, slash Surrealism to ribbons, just keep fighting, for the war has just begun.

You have our support.

WORKERS POWER!

“Social order at the expense of liberty is hardly a bargain.” ~Marquis de Sade

- November 28, 2007 – Jonathan Douglas Duran – revolution4evolution@gmail.com