[This post is a self-critical response to a poem posted over at “Jesus Radicals” entitled: “The Revolution Will Not Serve Budweiser“. I wrote it before I read their latest posting, another poem, entitlted: “Revolutionaries” but I imagine the line of thought is just as applicable to that post as to the previous poem.]
While You’re Talking About Revolution, I’ll be Over Here Having a Bud
Give strong drink to one who is perishing, and wine to those in bitter distress; let them drink and forget their poverty, and remember their misery no more. ~Proverbs 31.6-7
- The eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets are talking about revolutions.
- They’re talking to us about opting out of drinking on posts available courtesy of Apple and PC and transnational telecommunications companies.
- Hardware made by child slaves who live in dorms with mesh over the windows in order to create lower suicide rates.
- Companies that take revenue gained from North American Christian anarchists in order to murder anyone who actually engages in genuine revolutionary activities elsewhere in the world.
- (Has nobody read Les Justes? “Il dit que la poésie est révolutionnaire.” “La bombe seule est révolutionnaire.” Can I get an Amen?)
- (Or the lament Psalms? “How can we sing the LORD’s song in this land?”)
- (Or Adorno? “Nach Auschwitz ein Gedicht zu schreiben ist barbarisch.” If that is the case, what of poetry written during Auschwitz… written not by the inmates but by the guards and the surrounding civilian population? Because, really, whose side do you think we’re on?)
- And they pile burden upon burden upon the backs of others, while never once coming close to following their own standards
- But they look righteous.
- And they sound righteous.
- And I think I saw a picture of them all at a protest.
- Or an Occupy assembly.
- Maybe even on an Ignatian retreat.
- Or on a sustainable farm.
- (All photos taken from their iPhones.)
- And they include Romero
- And the Berrigans
- And Kropotkin
- And Malatesta
- Amongst their interests on Facebook.
- And their blog even has a banner that says “I Support the Occupy Movement”.
- (Does anybody remember half a dozen years ago when everybody was putting a “Make Poverty History” banner on their blogs? How did that turn out?)
- In doing so, they also pile burden upon burden upon the back of people who are poor.
- People who are oppressed.
- People who don’t have the money for eco-farming.
- People who don’t have the money to shop anywhere but Wal-Mart in order to try and make their kids feel happy at Christmas time when all the other kids in their class are coming to school with shiny new presents.
- (And with shiny happy pictures taken on the iPhones they got from their parents.)
- People who don’t get invited on Ignatian retreats because they don’t sit still.
- And they talk too much.
- And they’ve been disagnosed with a personality disorder.
- And they just make you feel awkward.
- And bored.
- And drained.
- And pretty soon you just want to avoid them.
- Because despite your valiant six hours of investment they aren’t getting any easier to “deal with.”
- Plus they stink.
- And they might be contagious.
- Or have bedbugs in their clothes.
- And you don’t want them to steal your laptop or smartphone.
- And, shoot, this also piles burdens onto the back of people who drink.
- And bang herion.
- And smoke crack.
- And sell themselves on the street.
- Or in hotels.
- Or online.
- Or in alleyways
- Or sell other people.
- So, listen, man, I’ll tell you why we drink.
- Mike drinks because his wife committed suicide.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian anarchist-poets? Checking their Twitter feeds?
- Molly drinks because her kids were killed in a car accident.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets? Seeing if anybody commented on their latest blog post?
- Taylor drinks because she was roofied and raped at a party.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets? In the other room telling some poor overly polite sucker trapped as a captive audience why they don’t drink?
- Dale drinks because he can’t get opiates for his chronic pain because the doctors think he’s an addict.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets? Off building the Christian Anarchists World of Tomorrow Today Theme Park?
- Pat drinks because his parents kicked him out when he came out to them.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian anarchist-poets? Working on signs for a march?
- Sarah drinks because her uncle got her pregnant and she had to give birth to a dead child in the backroom of the family home so that nobody would know what had happened.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets? Discussing the latest from Naomi Klein in their reading group?
- Dave drinks because he was torn away from his parents, placed in a residential school, abused by the priests, and taught that he was, oddly enough, extinct yet still alive.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets? Sorting their recycling into the proper bins?
- Laurie drinks because it’s the only thing that enables her to fall asleep at night, after everything she has seen and done.
- Where were the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets? Heatedly debating if organic, gluten-free, microbrews could be accepted as donations to the community?
- Mike drinks because his wife committed suicide.
- I’ll tell you something else. I’ll tell you why I drink.
- I drink because I’m friends with Mike and Molly and Taylor and Dale and Pat and Sarah and Dave and Laurie and a multitude of others.
- But most of all, more than anything else, you want to know why I drink?
- I drink because of you.
- I drink because you talk and you read and you analyze and you blog… “Revolution! Ya Basta! Enough is enough!”… and you talk and you read and you analyze… and you talk and you read… and you talk… and you talk… and you talk.
- I drink because of you.
- But I don’t see no revolution. And I don’t see you doing anything revolutionary either. Nothing close to it. You and all the eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets.
- (Debord taught us about the society of the spectacle and, look, at lot of what you say looks and sounds pretty spectacular.)
- (Beyond Debord, Baudrillard argued that even the spectacle has now faded and been replaced with the simulacrum and, I gotta say, a lot of the revolution you talk about sure looks and sounds like a copy without an original.)
- (Debord taught us about the society of the spectacle and, look, at lot of what you say looks and sounds pretty spectacular.)
- It makes a person wonder sometimes:
- Maybe this isn’t really about revolution.
- Maybe it’s about trying to create a pretty little guilt-free space for you and your friends.
- Maybe it’s about having your cake and eating it, too.
- Gaining all the benefits of middle-class, white, male, Western, Christian, privilege
- (I’ve mentioned smartphones already, right?)
- Without paying any price.
- (Apart from conference and retreat fees which a lot of us cannot afford.)
- Without making any real sacrifices.
- Gaining all the benefits of middle-class, white, male, Western, Christian, privilege
- But maybe you’re not succeeding.
- Maybe you’re still filled with guilt.
- So maybe you go to parties and talk to girls about why you don’t drink beer.
- Maybe that makes them feel like shit for drinking beer.
- Maybe that makes you feel righteous.
- Maybe you transfer some of your guilt onto them.
- Or maybe that just gets them to make-out with you and you can forget about things for awhile.
- Because, boy, for a middle-class White Christian male, you sure sound like an enlightened postcolonial feminist radical and that’s kinda hot!
- (Lord knows, we’ve seen enough men playing that card in activist circles.)
- Because, boy, for a middle-class White Christian male, you sure sound like an enlightened postcolonial feminist radical and that’s kinda hot!
- So maybe you go to parties and talk to girls about why you don’t drink beer.
- Maybe you’re still filled with guilt.
- Maybe you know you’re not making a difference.
- Maybe you know the revolution you speak of and dream of ain’t gonna happen.
- At least not on your watch.
- (At least not if you can help it?)
- At least not on your watch.
- Because maybe you don’t want it to happen.
- Maybe you like your smartphone too much.
- Maybe you like living life out of prison without a criminal record.
- Still haven’t gotten around to the eco-friendly backpacking tour in Costa Rica and a criminal record could really intefere with that, ya know?
- And how am I going to get to that “Religion and Radicalism” conference in Germany next year?
- Plus, the job market is hard enough these days, forget about it if you’re an ex-con.
- Because, hey, how many eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist-poets are being tortured in Bagram?
- How many have been picked-up by the Department of Homeland Security?
- How many are on a watch list as potential terrorist threats?
- Because I’ll tell you something else:
- Jesus died as a State-executed terrorist.
- So did Paul.
- So did a host of other early members of that movement.
- And other members who identified with that movement throughout history.
- When you all start going to prison, when you all start getting disappeared, when you all start surfacing in torture centres, well, then I’ll know you are serious.
- When that happens, I’ll sober up.
- I wouldn’t even be interested in drinking then.
- Until then, however, I’ll make you a deal. I won’t begrudge you your eco-conscious-anti-capitalist-postcolonial-intentionally-communal-Christian-anarchist poems, communities, conferences, and blog posts, if you won’t begrudge me my booze.
- We’re all getting by one way or another. And it’s hard to tell if your addiction is more helpful or harmful than mine.
- But look, man, I know it’s hard getting by. It ain’t fucking easy (if you’ll pardon a little more French in this post). So, do your thing, and I’ll do mine and we’ll all live and die and help and harm and often not know when were doing one or the other until we are all enfolded in the embrace of God.
- I’ll drink to that.
- And the next time I’m in the park with the fellas and the gals who gather there to drink Listerine or Colt 45 or whatever else people have gathered together, I’ll try to remember to pour a little out for you and the revolution you loved and lost.
- Cheers.
- And the next time I’m in the park with the fellas and the gals who gather there to drink Listerine or Colt 45 or whatever else people have gathered together, I’ll try to remember to pour a little out for you and the revolution you loved and lost.