Nearly a year in the making, my fanzine about the “Yugoslavia’s GG Allin,” Satan Panonski. A legend in his own time this queer, utopian, internationalist punk spent 9 years in a mental hospital for murder before releasing two albums in two years, and joining a Croatian militia to fight in the Yugoslav wars, in which he was killed. His tragic story is, to me, allegorical to the fall of 20th century socialism and punk. The biography is accompanied by poetry translated by Nikolina Lazetic and an essay about the politics of early Yugoslav punk by Patrick Offenheiser.
If you’re in New York, pick up your copy at BookThugNation, Human Relations Desert Island Topos Bookstore Cafe,Better Read Than Dead, and Bluestockings Bookstore, Café, & Activist Center (soon). Or email at firstname.lastname@example.org for mail orders. Only $4 postage paid.
Full text, a newly translated documentary, and more also available online at satanpanonski.wordpress.com.
A feature on the sketch group Asperger’s Are Us in this week’s Philadelphia Weekly:
The concept of “aspie humor” was actually discovered in the 1940’s by pediatrician Hans Asperger himself. In his paper, “Autistic Psychopathy in Childhood,” he argued that while autistic people “do not understand jokes….” (especially when the joke is “on them”). This can lead neurotypicals to wonder whether the subjects are humorless or just repulsed by verbal cruelty. Far from humorless argues Asperger that, due to their literal-mindedness, “when making puns… autistic people sometimes shine… this can range from simple wordplay and sound associations to precisely formulated, truly witty remarks.”
“The main thing uniting most Aspies’ sense of humor is our wordplay,” the group says, “Because we’re not that interested in silent plays.” Perhaps in the jovial atmosphere of 1940’s Austria this sort of humor may have been considered hack, but in an era when irony and paraprosdokians (look it up!) are all the rage, autistic humor may at last have its chance “to shine.”
More at PhillyWeekly.com
Review of Erick Lyle’s new book Streetopia, full of essays and full color photos from a May 2012 art show of the same name, a kind of anti-Art Basel, about the history and future of Bay Area utopianism.
The urbanization of capital is such a gigantic enemy that well-meaning politicians and radical visionaries like Lyle are practically reduced to the same slingshot-wielding rank. Tech and real estate have been given free reign to radically remap society, economy, and territory. Dissidents of gentrification will have to do the same without the venture capital resources, so Lyle finds some comfort in preferring a utopianism consistent with the spontaneous and fleeting historical moments of rebellion like the White Night riots In 1979, and the Kronstadt rebellion. The latter was depicted in the 2009 film Maggots and Men, shown and discussed at Streetopia. The insurrectionary sailors were played by a queer and trans cast, partially a criticism of the radicalism of the White Night rioters’ slide into liberal gay politics and middle-class identity. It is not enough, radicals argue, to merely protest the injustices of heteronormative violence, bad court rulings, and shady landlords. We need to reorganize ourselves socially and theoretically, producing art and revolution simultaneously, never content with just one or the other.
Read the rest at the New Inquiry
Recently Gottdenger has expanded the business by walking more dogs each day and offering to watch pets while their owners are on vacation, promoting himself with business cards and social media as “The Hasidic Dog Walker.” His card shows a traditionally dressed Hasidic man looking down, perhaps with trepidation at a dog with a leash in its mouth. Above that, his email: “email@example.com”.
“I love that as a business mantra,” says Erin Mathieu of Bed-Stuy, whose self-described “jerk chihuahua” Reno was the first dog Gottdenger walked. “It’s a wonderfully snarky response to the pigeonholing that New Yorkers tend to participate in when it comes to the Ultra Orthodox.”
Read the rest on Gothamist
My new zine, RUIN VALUE is now available! Three travel essays about squatting and leftist nostalgia, all wrapped in all-too-professional looking letter-pressed cover thanks to help from Wasp Poster & Print.
$4 at BookThugNation, Human Relations Topos Bookstore Cafe Desert Island Bluestockings Bookstore, Café, & Activist Center Sunview Lunchnet, better read than dead, or whatever you want to pay if you find me in person. Out-of-towners email agittlitz @ gmail . com with mailing address for a copy.
An opinion piece about Freddie Gray, the Democrat establishment, the NYPD, and solidarity protests in New York published by Truth-Out
We wanted to feel a sense of power in the city where police constantly wield violence, usually against people of color suspected of non-violent infractions. For about a week in December, there was a sense that de Blasio and Police Commissioner Bratton would allow us these moments of public autonomy so we could go home feeling like we’d participated in a movement for justice without risking our bodies or freedom, but on 17th Street that illusion ended.
An essay about the Berlin’s hipsters, aging squatters, refugees, and ducks in Mask Magazine‘s Crossing Paths issue, which can be read behind a very inexpensive paywall.
Why had I put my life on hold to experiment with burning out? My low budget was supplemented by returning red bulls cans and picking through free-boxes. During the day I read crumbling English-language pulp in parks. At night there was always a selection of film screenings, community dinners, solipartys, and punk shows. A month into the stint I made some friends, or more accurately, attached myself to a few other expat circles that I could individually visit once a week to avoid the despair of having no social life. The other half of the time I was content to continue my daytime activity of sitting on the curb of Oranienstrasse and watching the beautiful people dance and the businessmen hustle from place to place. Breathing in the solipsistic atmosphere, breathing out miserable leftist metaphysics, I easily dissolved into this cosmopolitan New World Order.
Read the rest here