Friday, February 20, 2015

Artists, teachers, writers, scientists, all of us who crawl in the dirt,
we must form militant unions and assert the power
of our labor. Who the fuck knows what kind of sunrise
awaits the fantasized nostalgia for a bourgeois security
that never was. Who the fuck really ought to fuck off
when we are proletarianized, telling us that we are but
the vampiric bourgeoisie, stealing from workers their
very resistance to us. True, the bourgeoisie wants
everything everyone else has. But our responsibility is
not to not want everything not not, but not annihilate
the stomach rummaged in alien corncakes not not
it is our responsibility to use our privilege even
in our despair, born there to fair life give me your hand
and let's destroy our enemies and love each other and
have everything by rigorous life struggling blessed future.

JOSH STANLEY | FROM A STORY | DEFECTOR (CAMBRIDGE 2014)



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