The logic: toss together a fistful of slogans that ring out anxious and proud to the paranoid ear, regardless of your rhetorical skills. Command that the individual master each crisis through consumption; airbrush with fairy-tale recourse to "native" resources.
Utilize throughout lettering and physique conjuring up the last imaginable period of provincial glory.
"Defend your human rights, No to Made in China"
Speaking of the possibility of art's existence in the face of ubiquitous austerity measures, in England, in Holland, in Italy, in America, walking the street plastered with posters undefiled these four months, courtesy of "Noioltre"—"Ultraus?"—their play on "noialtri"—"us guys"—reading
IMMIGRATION IS INVASION
DEFEND YOUR RIGHTS
DEFEND YOUR WORK
DEFEND YOUR LAND
with Caroline (of Meddling English, fresh off the press from Nightboat Books), reflections on self-shoring in translocation, racism in stasis, and the memory of recent emigration that's confoundingly absent here,
well in Ireland, where the fact that the water's been off all week raises fear that it'll happen again, the flood of youth outward: but to go where?
Passing under the compensation of Aurelian wall, precipitate & slapdash, massive gesticulation of the Empire's slowly being choked out of free oil, free grain, free water from Spain, Africa, afar—