
Without thought things are nothing
with our existence they get a purpose
Our being is there being.

Without thought things are nothing
with our existence they get a purpose
Our being is there being.

I hope it also quiet
around the corner

There can be no true humanity, no true self-respect, without self- reliance. No one can help you if you do not help yourselves. We do not promise to do anything for you, we do not want anything from you, we only appeal to you to co-operate with us to bring about a state of society which will make freedom, well-being possible for all.
To do this efficiently, we must all be imbued with the spirit of freedom, and this – freedom, and freedom alone – is the fundamental principle of Anarchy.
Freedom is a necessary condition to, and the only guarantee of, the proper development of mankind. Nature is most beautiful when unfettered by the artificial interference of man. Wild animals are stronger and more harmoniously developed than their domesticated kind, which the exploiting mind of man makes mere instruments of profit by developing chiefly those parts of them which are of use to him. The same threatens to be the case with the human victims of exploitation, if an end is not put to the system which allows the rich and crafty exploiters to reduce the greater part of mankind to a position resembling that of domestic animals – working machines, only fit to do mechanically a certain kind of work, but becoming intellectually wrecked and ruined.
All who acknowledge this to be the great danger to human progress should carefully ponder over it, and if they believe that it is necessary to ensure by every means the free development of humanity, and to remove by all means every obstacle placed in its path, they should join us and adopt the principles of Anarchism.
Belief in and submission to authority is the root cause of all our misery. The remedy we recommend: – struggle unto death against all authority, whether it be that of physical force identical with the State or that of doctrine and theories, the product of ages of ignorance and superstition inculcated into the workers minds from their childhood – such as religion, patriotism, obedience to the law, belief in the State, submission to the rich and titled, etc., generally speaking, the absence of any critical spirit in face of all the humbugs who victimise the workers again and again. We can only deal here briefly with all these subjects, and must limit ourselves to touch only on the chief points.
You can read the rest here: https://archive.org/details/anarchy_is_order_2003_nettlau_manifesto/mode/2up
You can read more about Max Nettlau here: https://iisg.amsterdam/en/about/history/max-nettlau

The windows are grey and wet
it's hard to see if it's outside
the warmth
or inside
I feel something
but the water droplets slide down
and captivate me

I stand in front of you
and it looks all straight
but it doesn’t feel right
maybe it's just an optical illusion
caused by our shared history
maybe I miss that crooked world
we both thought was right
maybe I see you now
not as before
maybe I just now
stand in front of you

I just learned that the decoration on my window
where I look outside
are fancy bars
it came with the house

Your spirit glows
a ripple through time reaches
it dissolves
on a fading yellow background
where a flower grows
when we now think of you
as that proud woman
facing in our suns
where you still can open
forever
for us
For Trudy, we will not forget.

I no longer felt not only the question
if the darkness or the teeth shining bloody in there
are the worst or both
I just enjoy the looking back
from the wounds I have

Even the past that is left
will one day join
the days that are gone

Symmetry
natures neuroses

Words are symbols we can disagree on
but not the meaning behind them
I have lived among people who don’t speak my language for a long time. I understand them well enough, but not when they speak their own dialects. But still… I learn who they are by the abundance of other signals. Language is overrated as one of the tools that helps us communicate with each other.
We might speak to ourselves every now and then, but most of the time, these words are afterthoughts thrown at our actions and feelings, a clumsy way to rationalize or order our inner world. In some sense, we also do this when we communicate with others outside ourselves. We don’t need to talk to the people we really know.

It all looks so perfect
the moments before you flower
it is not even a dream
at that moment
but a reality
caught in time
caught in your time

I stare at the handrail
I hold it
I feel it
to much

Arriving at a corner
standing still
backed into
almost
two walls
but a choice
to go
or not

I held power inside me
but they didn’t treat me
left the door open
and now I stand here
dirty
left behind
with only my head high

From a distance I see a door
an opening to something new
a backdoor from where I stand
or maybe too small for a me
do I take the time that I have
to feel from up close this door
or turn away for a now
on the road I go