A first (and failed) attempt at a manifesto for a radically negative anthropology

Toby Austin Locke — Thu, 09 Jan 2014 16:34:50 +0000

Breathing has become difficult, almost impossible: as a matter of fact, one suffocates. One suffocates every day and the symptoms of suffocation are disseminated all along the paths of daily life … There are no more maps we can trust, no more destinations for us to reach.

- Bifo

In everything I demand that there should life, the possibility of existence, and then all is well; we are not then called upon to ask whether the work is beautiful or ugly. The feeling that what has been created has life comes before either consideration and is the only criterion in matters of art.

- Georg Büchner

Everywhere we look there are crises. A banking crisis, a crisis in the Eurozone, an ecological crisis, a humanitarian crisis, a democratic crisis – crises in economics, crises in morality, crises in attitudes. Of course we know the power of the crisis narrative, we know that it is endlessly employed in order to perpetuate that which it presents as in crisis, in order to adjust itself an amount just small enough to avert collapse without any real change to form, we know that it serves as a scapegoat and a mass motor of subjectivity. But does this mean there is no crisis to be found beyond discursive webs? Does crisis simply remain a plane of discourse, some how separate from ontology? No. There are crises today, crises of subjectivity, discourse and ontology. We are in the midst of an anthropological crisis, a crisis of vitality, of the very foundations of intimate relations and of what it means to live.

Manifesto for the Pensioners

Federico Campagna — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 17:09:23 +0000

We are the last ones. We’ve always been, even if we didn’t realize. We were the last ones in 1968, when, as youth, we threw ourselves against everything, whether that was just in our little town, just in our thoughts. We were the last ones in 1977, when the future collapsed over us. The last ones in the 1980s, stuck within, in the 1990s, in the 2000s... After us, work will be something completely different. After us, retirement will be no more. After us, nothing. Of all things that we have been, punk is the only one that really stuck with us, whether we wanted it to or not. We are the pensioners, and we aren’t finished yet.

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A first (and failed) attempt at a manifesto for a radically negative anthropology

Manifesto for the Pensioners