Comrade Black

Green anarcho-feminist queer-edge spoken word artist and community organizer. There Is No Environment by Comrade Black Maybe we've got to start at the start? Maybe this began when the first womyn or man put their hand on the cave wall to leave a painted hand print? The first act of humans imprinting their will upon mother nature? And maybe it continues when we said this beast and that beast is two. And this tree plus that tree, plus that tree is 3. And so began the process of turning nature into symbology? And abstractions leading to technology, leading to abstractions, leading further, and further away from nature, until we don't even remember that we are animals... Who once were feral and wild, but now through the process of domesticating plants and animals we have domesticated ourselves. Because domestication and domination share the same root. Cause when we put up fences to keep the livestock in, we put a fence around ourselves too. And to keep ourselves out of the reach of her soily skin we put on a boot Cause we just can't handle the touch of the truth that reminds us that We are animals too. Because too much is at stake in accep... more...