we need to meet often to discuss public matters

modern mass society and a bourgeois public sphere


distinctions become blurred

where do I stand on this?


mass culture churns out standardised cultural goods

all this makes mass society docile and passive

the individual has no way to reply to this information

not subjects, passive – to be manipulated by culture


interconnected with the economy but conceptually distinct

there is a critical function at work occasionally, no doubt!


Act outwardly as if you are inwardly free

act inwardly as if you are outwardly free

the public sphere as false consciousness

distinct from material interests and ‘stuff’


there are social relations between free commodity owners

there is conformity for sure but there are critical functions


marketise public opinion

this spells the end of it

power is legitimated

by reason, yes reason


my family is but a cell

my workplace is a cell


telegraphing data

demonic culture


politicise the economy with Keynes

lifeworld is colonised by capitalism


positive lawmaking

separation of power


liberalism is a big stinking apology

for unfair hierarchy and elitism


universal public sphere!!!!!!

Not dominated by self-interest

w/ regards to property ownership

its a matter of Kantian conscience


don’t fuse duty and law

duty should be critique

technical planning elite

passive citizens and

regulation of capital

democratic culture


‘exchange’ contains the idea of equal exchange

there is a diminishing state power at play

when the public sphere has been colonised

how do you create a counter public sphere?


Cultural hegemony is everywhere

counter hegemony is everywhere


mediated disunity or mediated unity?

All people are intellectuals, really!


Virtuosity or luck?



cyclical evolution

not linear progress


unified mass

divide and rule


fuck off totalitarianism

develop an understanding

of the key forces at hand

the BBC, the queen, libraries


civil society, mediators and political society

come together in elitist london clubs

the historical bloc is sexy and drunk

force and consent are intertwined


deconstruct notions of power

(counter hegemony) / 666


these days hegemony is a hegemony

thats a real fucking problem


deconstruct notions of power

we don’t want power at all

we are AGAINST power

lets storm the winter palace

ha, i’m joking, but seriously

who are we supposed to attack?

Its all so subtle and complicated

Rocco and His Brothers…


Fuck the vanguard

Fuck social democracy

Fuck the party

They sell us out


if you want to stop capitalism

you must fight on many fronts


but to talk of capitalism is reductionistic

there are socialist elements here


family, civil society and the state

‘the philosophy of right’

individuals leave the state of nature

voluntarily to join civil society

spontaneous and unanimous

but did they really have a choice?


Hawks and Sparrows

Ashes of Gramsci

He loved ‘common sense’

He loved to disagree


‘common sense’ is consistent, always

No, ‘common sense’ is contradictory

we need to find ways to fray the weave

of this vast insidious hegemony


how should we be in society?

Lifeworld, communication

equivalent to a flawed conception

a radical imaginary rises out of it


eventually it comes down to this

there are buyers of labour power

and those who sell their labour power

and a tussle over the value of output


seize the repressive apparatus

(whatever the hell that is)

you’ll get into power maybe

but you definitely won’t stay there


Civil society is so very important

laying the groundwork for revolt

self-transformation very carefully

repressive power / productive power


where does power

come from???


language language



language language


is there a language

of domination?


can there be unequal exchanges

without language as a basis?


Reading is not

simply seeing

words, its more



signifier is broken

symbol is a lie

signified confusion

subject AND object


Ferdinand de Saussure knows

Saussure knows, he knows

manky semioticians

dancing through the hell


writing is ABOUT language

readable but… not… visible?

Make readable something

thats never been written


this author is fucking dead

this author is a fucking joke

text does not require context

in order to function normally


the object expects and plans

for its own destruction


impersonal does not necessarily

imply objective or neutral

can you be objectified

by a series of discourses?


If there is no centre

there is no beginning

and there is no end

where is the subject?


The object is simply

the sum of its parts

and presuppositions

that we bring to it


the hammer conceals its meaning in its use

we don’t explore its properties to understand it

we unthinkingly know everything we need

to know about the hammer and how to use it


when something stops functioning properly

it begins to reveal itself as an object


what the fuck is ‘thinking’?

I have no fucking idea…


not categorising

not conceptualising

divorced from words

what is ‘thinking’?


future orientated project

time is a manifestation of being

there is a metaphysical distinction

a final basis of allies and friendships


id, ego, super-ego

the whole gang

is here and

they wanna party


I see ruins

become it

the death

of life


what used to be necessary remains

there is surplus residual repression

its all about a time of scarcity

when we needed to be disciplined


there is nothing in this text

and there is nothing outside of it

so good luck trying to make sense

of my body of work, you cunt


natural materials

labour power

assets and liabilities

exchange and transformation


they soon take on

a different life


I am observing others

I am observing ‘things’

A political scandal

L’affaire Dreyfus


pervasive will to destruction

ambiguous notary complication


there is a deconstruction

of normative power relations

the concept of freedom requires

jails and suffering to be understood


unified subject

working class


in ‘The Party’


renounce all imperialism please

AGAINST political RE-presentation


industrialised proletariat

– workers’ army

agrarian peasantry

– guerilla army

post-industrial workers

– facebook campaigns

its just not good enough

we need to collectivise

we need to organise

we need to fight


sometimes you can take the safety wheels off

what exactly do YOU think about the world?


Labour / Work

The agrarian cycle is all or nothing. Either the work needs to be done or there is no work to be done. It is cyclical. It follows natural seasons. It is meaningful and useful work. No alienation. Productivity is driven by the amount of work there is to be done, not some arbitrary figure dreamed up in a bland office building somewhere. Inactivity (leisure) is just as valid as labour and certainly more valid than prescribed pseudo-activity.

The Industrial cycle is Fordist, mechanised, dehumanising, but involved nonetheless with the business of actual work. Leisure starts to become reified. Alienation begins.

The post-industrial pattern remains regimented but the veneer of productivity has worn thin and work is meaningless, dull, alienating and false. Leisure is totally reified to the point where labour is self-justifying and the our entire lives are subject to the whims of capital. Regulated commodified leisure is the enemy of spontaneity.

The structural nature of relations demands that labour power is bought for less than it is worth, creating a surplus – capital.

What looks like an exchange of equivalence is actually systemic exploitation.

Does the economy work for human beings or do human beings work for the economy?

Industrialisation creates ruthless exploitation but also the tools needed to escape a world of scarcity.

It is down to us to seize the initiative.


I’m worried I live in a bubble where we are zealous about trivialities, we make tiny aggressions out of thin air and discuss them endlessly. I’m worried that we are involved only in minor disruptions to hegemony, hell maybe thats all capitalism allows us. But lets face it, when we’re on the barricades no one is gonna care that you get yr shampoo at lush or that yr vegan or what yr pronouns are. I don’t believe this behaviour is a form of status-seeking  I think it is sincere and rooted in a good place, and I’m not saying these aren’t battles worth fighting, I’m just saying… I think, that there are people floating across the Med on rafts and the President of the USA is fucking insane and China is a totalitarian nightmare and we’re truly fucked, so maybe we need to find innovative modes of resistance that can affect concrete change rather than symbolic disruptions. Is this post making me sound like a dick? I hope not. I definitely don’t want to belittle things that are important to some people (myself included), I just feel like there is massive shit going on and I don’t know how to attack it. The proletariat no longer exists, or if it does it exists in a radically different form, its hard to know how to organise. I feel powerless because I am.

two concerts


Hagar The Womb, The Cowley Club, Brighton.

The Cowley Club is an anarchist co-operative social space in Brighton. My band Austerity played a fun set supporting anarcho punk legends Hagar The Womb.. People danced. Late in the evening I am sat in the garden on my own smoking a cigarette when a strikingly beautiful girl appears, asks me my name and if she can borrow a roll up. The next thing she says is “you are very beautiful”, I assured her that she was also very beautiful but I think I sounded insincere and she was unsure if I was just being polite. I wasn’t. She put her hand on my leg gently and passionately said “do you believe in anarchism?”

It was a carefully scripted manifestation of my most perfect fantasy and yet it was one I never knew I had. Every detail; location, general context, her appearance out of nowhere piercing my solitude, her german accent. All of it was too perfect, and yes it contains a compliment to me cos this is my fantasy-reality and i’m an insecure narcissist. All of this and further still, all of this was seemingly occurring in actual reality.

I gave her lots of merch and literature about my band and we went our separate ways.


Lone Taxidermist, Supernormal Festival. Oxfordshire.

I was at Supernormal Festival and I went to see Lone Taxidermist. There was a long queue outside. When we got inside everything was covered with plastic. I’d ingested a large quantity of psilcybin mushrooms and truffles, some ketamine and I’d been drinking Guinness and smoking joints since breakfast. To put it another way, I was in a fucking weird headspace. I was bothered by the close proximity of the other people in the crowd, then the group came out leering through taut transparent sheets of film, it was terrifying. I had to leave because the world was ending or something. I decided to calm down by the campfire because I fucking love campfires. This is where I met a girl. We talked all night. In the darkness I could barely make out her face in the firelight but I could tell she had a nice smile. She fell off a bench and got gin in her hair. I found this hilarious which was not the appropriate response.

When we stood up to leave I realised that she was taller than me which I didn’t expect.

We kissed a bit and went our separate ways.



These two examples are interesting because yes they both feature the notion of romance, but they are quite obviously not about sex. They are about fleeting spontaneous deep connections made with strangers. It is not sexual, it is more accurately described as a meeting of minds.

I dare not even DREAM of meeting the love of my life, all I ask is a few moments with someone being authentic and enjoying each others company. If this is my fantasy what does that say about my own sense of alienation?

What happened at the cowley club and at supernormal, these are magical spontaneous events that freed us from the reach of the spectacle. We were not producing and consuming and the primary quality of our interactions were completely divorced from the notion of production (in all its multifarious forms). They were simply about human connection in its rawest most authentic form.

In a more innocent world these moments would’ve remained beautiful vignettes in the memories of those involved. Now most likely we’ll just stalk each other on Facebook when we feel depressed and enable the spectacle to reach at the guts of its enemy. Everything that is real becomes distorted to the point where it is now false.