7th International

The justification for art and revolution stem from the same source - resistance to the straightjacket of the Regular World. Crazy is defined as a challenge to the normal way of things whether it is the complex norms of a civilization or just the downhome tribal way.
Art in the view of an Albert Camus was rebellious dissatisfaction with the world as it is - whether the work of God or The State. Anywhere my soul, said Baudelaire, so long as it's out of this world. While the Argentinian revolutionaries call for Anybody so long as its no one we know.
Both Art and Revolution have been tainted with The Future, the false value worshipped in our Modern Age but both are actually about the Suppressed Present. We engage in freedom when we open the Pandora's box of sternly forbidden realities and actually begin to entertain these realities.
We live in a blooming buzzing present that we have been taught to repress and deny with all the force that the Regular World can bring to bear on us. As revolutionaries, we revolt against the false fate offered by the Regular World and seek the power to generate a revolutionary doubt about the world as an unalterable given. The State is that megalith that circumscribes human nature for all time and compels us to submit our own rebellious nature.
As artists who have given full rein to our crativity, we produce works that question the existing world as the only world there is. We ask instead how has this world come to be what it is. We dare to measure the given of this Regular World by our own standard of perfection. Not a standard of ideal perfection formulated for us in advance but by a standard of perfection that has been latent within us and rendered unconscious by the Regular World.
Out of the nowhere of our suppressed Present, a mob of barbarians can emerge as a community of resistance. This is the child waking in us in the morning with No School and an open agenda. Suddenly you and yours define the day and all the Regular World can do is make threats and call in the police. The present is no longer an unalterable eternity.
This is not the moment for the imposition of a politically corect line. Despair or hope, both are reasonable starting points. There is no future in conserving the old values of some humanist or fundamentalist ayatollahs that survive by the monstrous exploitation of our nature. Utopia or dystopia, we want anything rather than validating our suppresed present
Then we can dissolve the illusions of permanance in the bulwarks of order and participate in a world of process and becoming. From being someone's creatures, we become creative. From being what's made, we become the makers of whatever. Artists and Revolutionaries. The opening is here to become both if we so choose.