A freshly layed out zine of a provocative text from 2009. Saint Schmidt throws five fucking Bataillean bricks thru anarchism’s storefront windows. It’s not the first time in print, but not available online and I’m currently unaware of the distro/press/project that produced it or where to find it.
From the text:
“If we may say that hope is worth retaining, let it be for a world capable of shedding the authority of the idea and its subsequent form; while we may let a thousand hope blocs bloom, we may still only hope to find the words capable of short-circuiting the routine-consciousness of radicals: hope that these words will at once shock and rewire you: the only thing holding you anarchists back is your anarchism.”