Anarchy?

anarchism, Pulpit, Style

What is Anarchism? The short answer: anything. No matter how hard anyone tries to define it, anarchism should be a way of talking about belief in the indefinite, in change, in movement, in relativity. That is the only way of turning it into a powerful philosophico-ethical theory. I think.

My vision of anarchism in summary: everything built up parsimoniously from its most basic parts. Not a way of interpreting things so much as an attempt at finding truth. I use anarchism to remind myself not to assume, not to take for granted, but instead to ultimately view everything as a line of creation with a past, present and future, without which the thing would not behave as it does. Only when we see something in its totality do we stand a chance of knowing its Truth.

In this way, anarchism is part reference to the old Greek “chaos” in the sense of formlessness, of building blocks – everything stripped back to its essential contents, each thing linked to those resources and moments that make it. It says “remember where we came from”.

It means I can potentially feel reassured in pursuing anything. It makes infinity accessible, because it asks “what is?” rather than telling “this is”.

At the same time it puts limits on actions without invoking morality. Those acts we previously referred to as evil become unreasonable. In doing such acts, the anarchist should be constantly self-reflective, and thereby eventually realise that the act is simply not the best. That there are other, preferable, truer methods of action. Evil is not disgusting, it is wrong in a deeper sense. In an understandable, comprehensive, near-absolute sense. The closest we can get to the absolute without fallible faith.

What limits there are on the anarchist are only set by their humanity: emotions, rationality. Believing it to be superior, I pursue reason wherever I can, guided by Occam’s Razor – the brilliant principle that “Among competing hypotheses, the one with the fewest assumptions should be selected.” In other words, I content myself with probability. I pursue truth but understand the seeming relativity of humanity. In the melee of life, we can only try to limit our assumptions and maximise the rational and evidence-based compents of our conclusions.

Philosophy, consideration, ultimately communication, is what anarchism is based on. Not bombs. Not guns. Not meaningless revolutions.

Anarchism is a way of talking about that spirit which hovers over the land, be it Marx’s perfect society, or the Christian God. The absolute thing that connects us and guides us.

It is an attempt at Truth.

What is Geovictwardianism?

Geovictwardianism, Style

Bloke I knew called Albion Geovictwardian [pictured above, with a flag] began it as a fusion of Georgian, Victorian and Edwardian styles of life and dress. He put it like this:

The Geovictwardian Declaration of Independence.

What if you eschew chewing the fat about crass commercialism or chaotic consumerism and you would rather start a thread about the quality of your threads? In protest you take to the streets from where street style wells up like a series of hubble-bubble springs, sported by purposeful people wearing true togs with a certain swank, walking the pavements of old London town for all they are worth. A neat beat from the street which makes a swinging statement: “Feel free to look at me, but don’t stare too long, just a glimpse as we pass each other on the way to somewhere different. Compliment me if you wish, stop me if you dare!”
My lifestyle is not the clothes I wear, the perfume I use, the jewellery which adorns me, the car that I drive, the places I frequent or the people I know. My brand is my own. If you are blessed with buckets of boldness and have defined your rogue vogue mode, you are a unique label. Wearing uniforms is for the armed forces: my rank is recognised from my appearance; my strength is known by my demeanour. Be yourself and be an Irregular. Gyrate in your own gear, be fragranced as you fancy, bedeck your neck with whatever suits you, drive yourself by your desires, loiter in luxurious locations, mix with people who make it count. Be discerning.
Announcing the arrival of the Geovictwardians: intelligent; elegant; and able. An eclectic anthology of stimulating styles intended to stir, they are raiders of the past, for the future has not yet happened – it is yours to create. No mere mannequins (for clothes horses are for drying wet clothes) Geovictwardians are clad in crypto-costumes of the counter-culture, dressed to thrill, robed to rouse, draped to derange, attired to animate. It turns out that the baby was not thrown out with the bath water. Act now!