Hood rules

I love strolling through my neighborhood,
unsolicited art makes me feel real good.
Humans sharing their vision,
without asking for permission.

Still images producing movement,
tuning me again into the moment.
Life will prevail, they seem to say,
and make me smile on my way.

Isn't that pure anarchy,
or just the creator's vanity?
Freedom of speech needs no words,
freedom of thought needs no swords.

If you feel attacked by art,
it's time to get more smart.

I had some interesting conversations about anarchism lately. Unsurprisingly, quite of diversity of opinions became apparent, which made me wonder whether I continue to call myself anarchist when questions about categorising arise. Maybe I rather invent myself as anarchartist, leaving signs of freedom instead of the usual talking loud.

Hold on, the next groups of people get pissed off here: Artists. Groups? Well, there are the 'real' artists, inspired, driven by their artistic urge. Often unconventional to a degree which appears rather amateurish. You can find them easily in bars, pubs and coffee shops in trendy suburbs, either lounging out to collect inspiration or servicing to make a living. Let us not forget those bastards, who sold out their talent to make some money. At least, they usually know their craft and, most importantly, other people who appreciate their work.

What makes art art? I don't even attempt to answer this, but I found out what makes anarchart anarchart. It's the combination of love, work, technology, inspiration, beauty and freedom. 6 vertexes of a tetrahedron, the smallest unit in universe.

Reclaim yourself.

Episode 420. Say no more. Say no more.