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I did not [have a punk phase]. That’s why I think my version of punk for me is not probably the mohawk, typical punk that you’d sort of envision. A little bit more like ‘romantic punk.’
Canadians were not raised by people whose fathers raped, murdered, and pillaged Vietnamese lives and then came home with all their nightmares intact. Canadians do not teach schoolchildren that the death of one hundred thousand japanese via the atomic bomb was “necessary.” That the death of one million Iraqis was to ‘protect freedom.’ That’s why the US is more violent than Canada. We validate and facilitate violence every day and have done so throughout our history.
“All government suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities. It is not that power corrupts but that it is magnetic to the corruptible.” - Frank Herbert, Dune
Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion. Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty. But to recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less. For a town or country labourer to practise thrift would be absolutely immoral. Man should not be ready to show that he can live like a badly-fed animal. He should decline to live like that, and should either steal or go on the rates, which is considered by many to be a form of stealing. As for begging, it is safer to beg than to take, but it is finer to take than to beg. No: a poor man who is ungrateful, unthrifty, discontented, and rebellious, is probably a real personality, and has much in him. He is at any rate a healthy protest. … I can quite understand a man accepting laws that protect private property, and admit of its accumulation, as long as he himself is able under those conditions to realise some form of beautiful and intellectual life. But it is almost incredible to me how a man whose life is marred and made hideous by such laws can possibly acquiesce in their continuance.
These friends are not like other friends. You count on these friends, and they count on you. In combat, your friends are the people who make sure you stay alive or who retrieve your body so your family will have someone to bury. They are much more important than civilian friends. If you see one of these friends doing something horrifying — raping, humiliating, beating, killing — you don’t tell. You keep your mouth shut and learn to deal with it. If you see limbless children laying in pools of blood, dead pregnant women, life snuffed before your very eyes again and again — well, it is painful. But you are in no position to allow yourself the luxury of feeling pain. So maybe you bottle it up and maybe you join in and do terrible things that you very well know would break your mother’s heart.
You look awe while something horrible is happening to someone and your gut is clenching because you want to stop it, but you know you are completely powerless to do anything. You witness or perpetuate horrible acts of violence. You are raped or relentlessly sexually terrorized. All these things exact a huge toll on our men and women in uniform.
If not now, then in the future for, without therapy, it will definitely show up in their children.
And you know, when a soldier comes home, wouldn’t that be surreal? Everyone acting like you have not seen a child’s head explode because no one else is haunted by such images, nor do they want to be, nor are they capable of hearing you deal with all the things you have seen. And even if you are blessed with sensitive, caring, listeners, you probably won’t be able to talk about it for awhile. You need to adjust, but there is no buffer zone for you, there is no safe harbor.
So buck up, get a job, go to school, and act normal.
I can see how and why soldiers might reach critical mass and set off concentric explosions of violence in their homes or communities.
Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and treachery and torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress toward more pain. The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love and justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. Everything else we shall destroy - everything.
From the day when battery-run voices began broadcasting old speeches to battery-run listeners, the beast has been talking to itself. Having swallowed everyone and everything outside itself, the beast becomes its own sole frame of reference. It entertains itself, exploits itself and wars on itself. It has reached the end of its progress, for there is nothing left for it to progress against except itself.
The corporations that profit from permanent war need us to be afraid. Fear stops us from objecting to government spending on a bloated military. Fear means we will not ask unpleasant questions of those in power. Fear permits the government to operate in secret. Fear means we are willing to give up our rights and liberties for promises of security. The imposition of fear ensures that the corporations that wrecked the country cannot be challenged. Fear keeps us penned in like livestock.
To accept civilization as it is practically means accepting decay…you are dead. - George Orwell
Hardcore and punk rock — it’s more than a style of music. It can, if you let it, become a filter to look at the rest of the world around us. For a lot of us, it was our first time we ever experienced a real sense of community in a world that seems to want to tear those intangible things apart for the sake of extracting more money. In this way, we have broken free from the generally held thought that “if it doesn’t make money, then it’s not worth doing.” Instead we’ve made worldwide connections to one other, and this seems like such fertile ground for us to find a way to take action to make those changes that we all seem to be screaming about. Perhaps it’s not even “rising up and killing all the rich scumbags and abortionists” or whatever topic is trendy at this time, because that’s just vigilantism. It seems maybe that change for a large group of people starts on a personal one by one level. By that, one person could put themselves in someone else’s shoes who has been disadvantaged because of prejudices that exist in our culture, and try to make some changes for and with that person. We all have this ability, I believe.
But in our subculture, sometimes we’re no better than “those people on the outside.” In a time in this world wen so much pain happens because of isolation and segregation many of us turn around and do the same and then hide behind some excuse that those people who exist outside our world are our oppressors. Well, maybe they are, but we are just as much the source of our own problems when we live our lives in the same way. It all seems like hiding from the world that we live in.
If you use punk rock as a another way to hide from the world, to put on a costume to scare people away, then you’ve compromised a hell of a lot of ideals of punk. At that point, it just becomes another method of escape rather than change. If this is what you want, to live a docile life where you are always searching for ways to move further away from communicating with other people, go play a video game.
We have so much more potential that goes unrecognized and buried. We can do and be so much more, and maybe that’s part of our frustration. Hardcore has been a great place to start to look at how fuckd up our world has become, but don’t let it end there. Take it the next step further and actually try to do something about it, and it could start as simply as talking to your neighbor. — Jim, Devoid of Faith Dec 1995
Attention spans have changed. The idea of going around to somebody else’s flat or house and sitting around in a comfy room and having a really good hi-fi system and listening to a whole album all the way through, then chatting for a few minutes, then maybe putting another album on…does that happen today?
David Gilmour (via magicaleaf)
it does in my world!! come listen to animals in my blacklight room<3