A quick and dirty English translation of a review of The Invisible Committee’s Now from yesterday’s Le Monde.
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Invisible Committee - “Spread Anarchy, Live Communism”
UPDATE 7/3/2017: Reformatted the text and corrected a few typos. Links now point to most current version.
“Society no longer exists, at least in the sense of a differentiated whole. There is only a tangle of norms and mechanisms through which THEY hold together the scattered tatters of the global biopolitical fabric, through which THEY prevent its violent disintegration. Empire is the administrator of this desolation, the supreme manager of a process of listless implosion.”
Le Monde | April 20, 2017. Translated by Ill Will Editions.
Editor’s note: The trial of Julien Coupat
and Mathieu Burnel, known as the “Tarnac affair”, has dragged-on for over
eight years now. On the 10th of January, the Court of Appeals deemed
that it was no longer to be classified as a terrorism case. Assumed by many to
belong to the Invisible Committee—whose first opus, The Coming Insurrection (2007), was a resounding success—they here take
a critical look at the presidential campaign. Their newest book, Maintenant [Now], is due to hit the shelves next week.
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Le Monde: What do you make of the
presidential campaign?
What campaign? There was no campaign. There was a soap opera, a fairly worn-out one at that, to tell the truth, full of twists and turns, scandals, dramatic tension and suspense. Much brouhaha, a tiny frenzy, but nothing that managed to pierce the wall of generalized confusion. Not that there is any lack of followers for each candidate, tossing-about with varying degrees of fanaticism in their virtual bubbles. But this fanaticism only deepens the feeling of political unreality.
A graffiti that went up in Place de la Nation during the Mayday demonstration last year stated: "There will be no presidential election”. It suffices to project ourselves ahead to the day after the final round of the election to grasp what’s prophetic in this tag: whatever happens, the new president will be as much a puppet as the current one, the legitimacy of their governance will be just as lacking, just as minoritarian and impotent. This fact isn’t solely due to the extreme withering of politics—to the fact that it has become impossible to believe honestly in all that is done and said there—but is likewise due to the fact that politics is a derisory means of confronting the depth of the current disaster.
What can politics and its proclamatory universe do when confronted by the
concomitant collapse of ecosystems and subjectivities, of the wage society and
the global geopolitical order, the meaning of life and the meaning of words?
Nothing. It only adds to the disaster. There is no "solution” to the
disaster we’re going through. To think in terms of problems and solutions is only
one more aspect of this disaster, a way of safeguarding us from any serious
questioning. What’s called into question by the current state of the world is
not merely a political system or a certain form of social organization but a whole
civilization, that is to say, ourselves, our ways of living, of being, of
relating and thinking.
The buffoons who mount their platforms to boast of the “solutions” they’ll
be strong enough to enact once elected are only pandering to our need for
illusion, our need to believe that some kind of decisive change exists that
would spare us, and spare us above all from the need to fight. All the
“revolutions” that they promise us are only there so that we may
avoid changing who we are, to relieve us of any physical or existential risk.
They’re candidates for the deepening of the catastrophe. Seen in this light, it
would seem that for some people the need for illusion is virtually insatiable.
You say that, but never in an election
have there been so many candidates vowing to “flip over the table”.
And how can you brush-off the enthusiasm in recent weeks for the candidacy of
Jean-Luc Mélenchon?
Jean-Luc Mélenchon is nothing, since he’s already been everything, even a
Lambertist. He’s only the surface projection of the Left’s impotence in the face
of the course of the world. The Mélenchon phenomenon is a fit of desperate
credulity. We need only look to case of Syriza in Greece or Ada Colau’s mayorship
in Barcelona to know that the “radical left”, once installed in
power, can do absolutely nothing. No revolution can be launched from the heights
of the state. Still less in these times, when states are more submerged than at
any prior time.
All the hopes placed in Mélenchon are destined to be disappointed. The “radical
left” governments that claim their base in “popular movements” wind
up defeating them [venir à bout] not
by repression but by depression. The very virulence of the Melenchonists
testifies sufficiently to their need to convince themselves of what they know
to be a lie. To invest this much energy in conversion, one must already be
unsure of believing it oneself. And anyway, no one has ever toppled a system by
following its rules.
Elections were never intended to allow us each to express ourselves politically, but rather to rejuvenate the adherence of the population to the machinery of government, that it may consent to its own dispossession. These days they’re no more than a gigantic mechanism of procrastination. They exist to prevent us from having to think about the means and forms of a revolution that would start from what we are, from where we already are, from our existing contact with the world [depuis là ou nous avons prise sur le monde].
What is more, as with every presidential election in this country, there is a sort of sickly resurgence of the national myth, of the collective autism that fantasizes a France that never existed. The national has become a plane of impotence and neurosis. Our power to act lies both prior to and beyond its level, overflowing it on every side.
But what do you propose? To let Marine Le Pen gain power?
It is obvious that Marine Le Pen has a precise function within the French political system: the threat that it represents serves only to force our participation in procedures nobody believes in any more, to make us vote while “holding our nose”, meanwhile dragging the terms of the public debate so far to the Right as to allow the mainstream political system to falsely appear as an escape from it, even though it forms its keystone.
Obviously, the question today is not of exiting the Eurozone but of exiting of the economy, the same one that transforms us into rats. Obviously the problem is not the invasion of “foreigners” [étrangers] but our living in a society in which we are strangers [étrangers] to one another and to ourselves. Obviously the issue is not one of restoring full employment, but of ending the need for everything we do, the bulk of it nonsensical, to be done just to “earn a living”. Obviously, it is not a question of “doing politics differently”, but of doing something other than politics—it has become clear that politics is, at all levels, only the reign of feints and shenanigans.
No revolution could be crazier than the times in which we’re already living - the days of Trump and Bashar, Uber and the Islamic State, Pokémon hunting and the extinction of bees. To become ungovernable is no longer an anarchist fad, it has become a vital necessity, inasmuch as those who govern us are obviously at the helm of a ship that is headed toward the abyss. Even the most measured observers admit that politics is decomposing, and describe the current campaign as “elusive” only to avoid having to say “non-existent”. There is no reason we should submit to a ritual that has become so obviously harmful. We’re tired of understanding why everything goes wrong.
So you think there is nothing to expect from these elections?
Certainly, there is: their derailing [débordement]. A year ago, it took only a few Youtube’rs and a handful of high school students to catalyze an intense months-long battle over a labor law. What was then translated into regular street clashes was nothing other than the extreme discrediting of the political apparatus, and consequently a refusal to allow oneself to be governed.
Do you think that the day after these elections, which have been a form of democratic blackmail from the very first moment, the disgust with politics will be lessened one bit? Do you think that everyone will continue to sit in front of their screens and quietly observe the madness of the spectacle of politics? That it won’t occur to people to fill the streets with our bodies rather than these dreamed-after candidates? Do you think that these elections have any chance of appeasing the restlessness of our souls? It is naïve to think that the generation that cut its teeth politically during the conflict last spring, and has only continued to develop since then, is just going to swallow this deception, with the promise of nothing more than organic veggies at the supermarket and a constituent assembly.
For months now, not two weeks have gone by without clashes in the streets of this country, over Theo [a youth who was beaten and sodomized by the police in a Parisian suburb –IWE], over the police, or anywhere the Front National tried to hold its little meetings. Obviously, this still remains minoritarian, and the non-event of the elections will of course take place. The question, then, is how we can ensure that the interstellar vacuum that will flare up after the elections, whoever the winner is, will be something other than the fact of “young people” being degraded by a disproportionate display of police force?
For this, we urgently need to re-arm our political perceptions and imagination. To decipher this era, discern whatever possibilities it contains, and locate its practicable paths. To insist that there was no presidential election, that this circus has dragged on long enough, that this world must be stopped as quickly as possible, from wherever we are, without awaiting the abyss. Let’s stop waiting, and reclaim confidence in ourselves. Then we can say, like Benjamin Fondane (1898-1944): “The world is finished. The journey begins.”
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We have witnessed a beginning, the birth of a new age of revolt and upheaval. In North Africa and the Middle East it took the people a matter of days to topple what were supposedly entrenched regimes. Now, to the west, multiple crises are etching away at a ‘democratic consensus’ that has, since the 1970s, plagued and suppressed any sparks of revolutionary potential.
But what is to be done in the aftermath of a regime’s demise? How do we prevent any power from restoring itself? How do we create the irreversible? How do we reorganize society without a central authority? How do we survive? Neither a leadership reshuffle, in the guise of constitutional process, nor a transition period between a capitalist social order and a communist horizon will do.
Full book in zine form, with revisions by IWE. We think it’s a good moment to return to this text with fresh eyes. It offers a helpful frame for re-launching strategic discussions in a time of widespread political disaffection.
*4.5.2017: fixed typos, formatting errors; links now point to a revised version
“[W]hat we call a science of apparatuses, or critical metaphysics, is nothing
other than the science of crime. And here, as elsewhere, no initiation exists
that isn’t immediately experimentation, practice. One is never initiated into
an apparatus, only into how it works. The three stages of this science are,
successively: crime, opacity, and insurrection…”
“There is no going back, no way to retreat onto solid ground, no possibility of rolling back time, except perhaps while dreaming. The sheer entropy of the present means that there is little to hold on to, but it also means that it has become possible to speculate more radically than ever before. Watching the world around us rise and fall at an accelerating rate, those who prevail will be those who grasp the risks worth taking, those who are able to clearly and vividly see the world as it exists and as it can exist. What will come is in no way deter- mined, but will depend on a series of leaps that produce their own ground to land upon”
Shout-out to our friends out west for laying this out.
Full book, with updated matching covers: English / Spanish
Email us if you’d like one in another language.
Cover photo: CATAPULT (Marc Steinmetz, 2002)—Fashioned by a prisoner in the metal workshop of Wolfenbüttel prison, Germany, as a means for smuggling secret messages, drugs, or gun parts. The prisoner claimed it to be a piece of abstract art entitled ‘Dackel’ (dachshund). Confiscated in 1991.
12 mins, in French with English subtitles.
A short film drawing lessons from the Loi travail revolts in France this year. For a longer exploration of the themes discussed in the film, we recommend reading the three pieces by Lundimatin collected here, particularly “Reflections On Violence”.
In loving memory of Clark Fitzgerald, who helped make the English version of this film happen.
from the Preface: “The idea for this zine was to collect a series of situated and intelligent reflections on tactics of confrontation. Each of the texts collected here tries to spell out in concrete ways what seems like it has worked and what hasn’t, while trying to be clear about how each tactic relates to the larger insurrectional process. Given the current US climate of increasingly open social hostility and the more ‘mass’ nature of some of the rage already foreseeable in the coming years, the time seemed right to assemble a few strategic pathmarks to help orient and operate effectively on shifting sands.”
CONTENTS:
-“How is it to be fun?”, Anonymous (2012)
-“Signals of Disorder: Sowing Anarchy in the Metropolis”, AG Schwarz (2010)
-“The Riot or the Attack? Solidarity and questions for US Anarchists after May Day”, AG Schwarz (2011)
-“Yes,
And: Results from the North American Contagious Antagonisms Inquiry”
North American Society for the Advancement of Criminal Science (2012)
-“Reflections on Violence”, Lundimatin, 2016
-“Build the Hacienda, Burn Down the Palaces”, Lundimatin, 2016.
-“The Unassignable Riot”, Lundimatin, 2016.
NOTE 12/5/2016: a previous version
opened with “Plan B”. It has since been replaced with “How is it to be
fun?”
Our friend Kara is very important to us, and is currently imprisoned in Paris, accused of helping torch a police car during an anti-police demonstration this past spring during a wave of revolt. She would love to receive books, audio CD’s (including with audio zines and books on tape), and art supplies. She has some ideas for books on an Amazon wishlist here, but would probably also love things that you think are cool too. Send her all the nice things, please. And reblog this.
Kara’s current mailing address is:
Mme BRAULT, David (Kara) #428682,
MAH de Fleury, 7 Ave des Peupliers,
91705, Fleury Merogis, Cedex, FRANCE
Il grande gioco della guerra civile
Traduzione dall’inglese di The Great Game of Civil War prodotto dai/dalle compagn* american* di @ill-will-editions
Scarica il PDF per la stampa qui: Il grande gioco della guerra civile [poster A3]
Italian translation of the Great Game of Civil War. Available in English and Spanish here.