Текст: Million Dead. Other. Reformulating The Challenge To Archism.

I long for the day when concrete becomes flammable.
A firebrand
I am liquid ire through these ancient misery-cobbled cheapside streets.
And whether you choose to date it from Lao-Tse and Diogenes
Or the heresy of the spirit
Or a man named Winstanley
Or Pierre-Joseph and Mikhail in the Nineteenth Century
There has always been a link between the negative and the free.
And I've been trying for some time to find a new way of saying no to archism.
And I long for the day when grammar, words, syntax fall into place.
A simple gesture or clearing of the throat becomes a spark in this tinderbox metropolis.
And I will nail it, my archist friends.
In fact, this might be it...
So stop crawling and stand the fuck up because it's pathetic.
And start dancing because you move like no one else.
And stop begging
It's not worth it
You are stronger.
And start saying no.
So I don't long for the day when I will wake to a soft-focus wiped-clean slate.
I'm just hoping that the same overbearing structures will be faced with a little more faith,
A handful more people saying no.
And there are many different ways of saying no.