Hakim Bey has been a big influence in my philosophy over the last decade. Between Temporary Autonomous Zone, Immediatism and Pirate Utopias (written as Peter Lamborn Wilson) he outlines a humanistic way of living – seeking personal sovereignty through poetic acts. He was the first person to vocalize a system of thought that emphasized the art of living as a pure form, and of primary importance in defining our outward social actions. Bey’s philosophies of ‘ontological anarchy’ and ‘poetic terrorism’ define ways of calling for social justice, and embodying the joy of living, through artistic intervention and unexpected beauty. All philosophies have their weaknesses – but his unserious approach to the serious business of living and social revolution is still resonant.
Above is the cover of probably my 5th copy of T.A.Z. (it’s a book meant to be given away), which Harpo and I tore into sections and read on the AT. When we were done reading, we would leave the sections in shelters for others… another act of literary intervention, though not quite as badass as Guy Debord’s sandpaper bookcover.
Journal Entry from the last day in Guatemala
An iguana just walked through the kitchen, a spider the size of a kitten guards the bedroom, geckos chirp warnings from the ceiling at night, salamanders scuttle through the garden by day. Is this Jurassic Park? Pelicans glide in formation overhead, endoskeletons of sand dollar sea urchins sprinkle the shore, hundreds of thousands of teeny snails hang onto sand grains with each wave, waiting to push tiny valleys through the beach that are soon erased. Elegant sand-pipers dip their beaks in holes and crabs comically run sideways up shore, pausing for a perfectly timed second-take before disappearing into their burrows. Surrounded by these tiny lives, I sit covered in mosquito bites, itching, and ready for my next journey to begin. Let’s not wait too long to move this little life along.
“Only the dead are truly smart, truly cool. Nothing touches them. While I live, however, I side with bumbling suffering crooked life, with anger rather than boredom, with sweet lust, hunger & carelessness…against the icy avant-guard & its fashionable premonitions of the sepulcher. ”
― Hakim Bey