Punk prayer, punk revolution - IN SEARCH OF SPACE #104

Pussy Riot's accused awaiting sentencing earlier today. Photo - Misha Japaridze/AP
In a world of frightened dullards, there is always a sorry shortage of outlaws. Pussy Riot are our outlaws, the first true punk band since 1976, and the first non-British punk band. They are true outlaws, soliciting support from intellectuals, cheered on by rebels and freaks and geeks from every corner of the world. They have rallied a revolutionary cry behind them louder than any in the civilised world in my lifetime. They have just been found guilty of hooliganism motivated by religious hatred, for indulging in a punk prayer against Vladimir Putin, the gangster leader of Russia. Like anyone who insists on telling the painful truth and standing up to bullies of every size, Pussy Riot have been cheered on by the converted, but among those whose doors are locked and minds are closed their punishment has been severe; they have been mocked, vilified and ignored as part of a curious outlaw-mania that rides on the shoulder of poor journalism like some cheering, jeering, masturbating id. Pussy Riot, by their martyrdom, have lit a fire of rock and roll revolution, and it could burn out, or flare, or it could scorch the earth clean of everything we despise. The choice is yours.

Well fuck, it’s 12:56pm on Friday and I’ve still not written a word for what is supposed to be Friday’s article so I guess that opening paragraph will have to serve. I’m a little hungover and supposed to work out and then head out to the Gareeda show at Bannermans tonight, with no story for the blog and nothing to write about. Well shit, there was hardly a word of this odyssey that wasn’t produced in some late-night coffee-shop nightmare universe teeth-grinding frenzy but this is beyond a joke. I’m expected to knock together some fuzz freakout tomfoolery with nothing to write about and barely able to breathe? Well fuck it. This piece is dedicated to Pussy Riot, who stand accused of hooliganism motivated by religious hatred, and I think we can agree that in a world as twisted as this, anyone accused of being a hooligan, a freak, a fiend or a dropout should be celebrated; in this world I can think of no nobler designation, and hatred of religion is only the logical response of semi-intelligent young people to an established hate-cult which offers them nothing in return. Religion is essentially a formalised panic about death and serves in this modern world to slow progress and engender social difference, and the words of religion can give credence to humanity’s worst impulses for violence both physical and mental, institutionalised and individual; so I say we cast off the entire thing. The potential benefits are far outweighed by the hatred, the misery, the suffering, the difference, the ‘us and them’, the grind, the placing of individuals above other individuals senselessly when we are all one. Do not be fooled by the benign, the societal tumour of religion must be cut out of our society, to make way for new ways of worship that are inclusive, to replace hatred and distaste and disgust and grudging tolerance with love and genuine acceptance; replace ‘us and them’ with ‘me’ because all human beings are one. There is no God, nobody is watching you, nobody cares, there is no heaven, when you die they put you in a box and worms eat your eyes. We are all just monkeys with guns, clinging to a rock hurling through space to the utter indifference of any higher intelligences. All we have is the other monkeys, so we better start loving them. I love you, each and every one of you, I love you especially if you hate me because of my race or my beliefs; I love you because if you hate me, I’m going to win. Love will always triumph over hatred. The explosive spasms we see are just the passing of hate, avarice and injustice. Love will prevail as a light in the darkness of hate, as it always will. This psychotic Christian jihad will pass, as all previous crusades have passed. The military might will fall, bullets are made of metal but ideas are forever. Follow Pussy Riot’s example, indulge in punk prayers, cast off religion. Free your mind, and your ass will follow.
We have just emerged from an Olympic games where every nation entered at least one female athlete for the first time. This is a painful and shocking thing; it’s two thousand and fucking twelve guys! We’re supposed to be civilised. Because I don't think we can say that we are civilised, or say that we are happy, when we have old men sitting in air-conditioned rooms across the globe dreaming up new places for young men to go and die, and I don't think we can say that we're joyous with this much anger in our world. I think we can do better, do you? Pussy Riot are the outlaws we need for a world as twistedly backward and blindly obedient as this. They have become martyrs by their sentencing today, and the world is realising that the Putin kleptocracy must end, as the revolution sparked in the cradle of civilisation and racistly dubbed the ‘Arab spring’ starts to spread its message of change, of true democracy; people are beginning to wake up to the realisation that the world is not going to change independent of our indifference, and by our indifference we are enabling this stagnation of our spirits and our morals. Where we live and how we live must be our choice. This is our world and we are in control of it. You are in control of it. This must be the world you want otherwise you would stand up and change it. So if the crimes of this society and this world are invisible to you, if this is truly the world you want then I expect you to fight for it; if, however you realise that our society is not so perfect as we can dictate to others how to live, and that we should meet aggression and hatred and misunderstanding with love, affection and trust, then I ask you to start waving the flag Pussy Riot hoisted with their Punk Prayer. Let me close with a quote from a good friend of mine, a great poet named Mario Savio, on the second of December, 1964:
“There comes a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you are free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!"

Written under duress by a human being, not a raw material; a human being who loves you all very much.

Post script: Indulge yourself with hooliganism motivated by religious hatred. Here is Pussy Riot performing their punk prayer.

Post post script: The Russian courts have also recently upheld a 100-year ban on Gay Pride parades in Moscow. Attitudes across the world of hatred, discrimination, fear, mistrust all perpetrated by a blanket of lies and misinformation are the reason we need Pussy Riot's punk prayer to resound throughout this 'civilised' world.

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