The formation of the proletariat by capital’s historic crimes — and the ongoing recomposition of the class by imperialism, racism, heterosexism, and immiseration — is not unlike the creation of Frankenstein’s monster. The working-class, as a whole, is a disordered and chaotic body. Labor was (and is) formed through the theft of forests, farms, continents, and people. It was (and is) formed in the creation and displacement of entire industries, gender norms and the shifts in social reproduction, the invention of “races” and “nations.” The targets of capital’s crimes were (and continually are) fused together and torn apart in their relation to capital. Labor does not become a class “for itself” by pretending otherwise. It must study the journals of the “men who made it.” But the class becomes conscious when each disordered element of the class defends every other disordered element.
Read MoreLabor Under An Alien Sky
We found the corpse of Capitalist Realism. Rona-riddled, the initials “ACAB” carved in its forehead. It was discovered in the burnt shell of a Minneapolis police station. On discovery it opened its eyes and stood up and told us to go back to work. We refused. It reached for us, moaning a voracious hunger of unholy sadism, unquenchable violence, an unknowable cosmic horror, stinking of gout and fresh teargas.
Read MoreWorkers! Jump the Shark!
“BE REALISTIC” we are told. The weather is rejecting us, fascism has resurrected itself, pogroms rage, new pandemics knock on our doors, and yet, “be realistic.”
“Be realistic.” The favorite refrain of those who, in their blindness to history, allow history to be changed in ways they cannot understand. “Be realistic.” The slogan of those who love their power and privilege while denying they have any of it. “Be realistic.” The bootlicker’s mantra, chanted when the independent thoughts they have repressed begin to surface.
Read MoreAnnouncing Issue #2 of Locust Review!
You cannot stop us. We are legion. We are Locust. Our second issue will be coming back from the printers soon, and it contains a new passel of the bizarre and bombastic, the cosmically communist. You know you want to read. You know you want to subscribe. A copy of Locust Review issue two will give you art from Adam Ray Adkins, Leslie Lea, Anupam Roy, James Walsh, Sambaran Das, John McVay, plus a continuation of Tish Markley and Adam Turl’s Born Again Labor Museum. There will be poetry and fiction from Alexander Billet, Tish Markley, Adam Marks, Frank Fucile, Lane Powell, Mike Linaweaver, Adam Turl, Evan Edwards and many others.
Read MoreAnnouncing Locust Review
We are pleased to announce the first issue of Locust Review — forthcoming in late October 2019. Locust Review is a socialist journal of the radical weird. Printed four times a year in relatively affordable and anachronistic black and white newsprint, as well as online, we will be offering up art, fiction, poetry, drama, creative non-fiction, and whatever else we think may directly fuel the imagination and hunger for a different future in our drab end times.
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