Born Again Labor Museum (HM London)

Adam Turl November 20, 2019

A robot reads Adam Turl’s presentation from Historical Materialism London 2019 on the Born Again Labor Museum.

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Locust Radio Ep. 31 - Lucky 13

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In Locust Radio 31, Tish and Adam read poems from the forthcoming issue, discuss Trumpism and art in Venice, and try to unpack the editorial for Locust Review 13. Tish and Adam also listen to the song “Dortn” by Sister Wife Sex Strike.

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I contend that Manos, while complaining about the lack of politics in Turl’s work, has written a very apolitical review, predicated upon an intellectual campism rooted in what China Miéville calls “folk Marxism,” received beliefs, rather than dialectical reason. Manos’s view of the politics of art seems entirely functionalist.

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The Theatrical Party embraces the organization of pessimism in contrast to the false optimism of the left. To be a revolutionary pessimist is to separate the political actor from their role. It is this separation which, in the epic theater of Brecht, invited a critical outlook on the performance from its participants and spectators — the first step in the transformation of spectators into collaborators, a task integral to both theater and the forging of a revolutionary party.

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Constructing Counter-Imaginaries

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We want a record of the real in the work — as in the cotton and ash — as well as reclamations of our history and imaginaries constructed against the limits of working-class imaginations by capitalist realism. So the individual pieces are sort of vignettes of class pathos and poetry, often in an irreal idiom, and all together representing, as much as we can, the limitless expansive nature of these stories in aggregate.

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Naugahyde seats crackle and groan under my knees, / sounds like taking shoes off at the end of the night, / when I remember that the first computer / was a woman named Ada Lovelace / who worked from home, mailing numbers to a Difference Engine

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