Ⓐ Anarchism and Fiction - Carissa Van Den Berk Clark (1 of 7) Ⓐ

hi I'm Karissa I was interviewed in the book in Magpies book I wrote two books originally that one was called years for the revolution the other one woke up what's called may it come quickly like a shafts on during in the dark I wanted it to be one big sentence essentially I thought that would be interesting was also how how how people I had seen a lot of anarchists signed their letters that way I always thought it was really pretty those books they were essentially about state control over individuals and communities the the next book uses the same narrator I kind of like using the same narrator over and over again are taking characters from one book and kind of moving into other ones well you know partially because I already did all the work in this way I you know I could I can take it easy because the the characters halfway developed but but also because it's interesting to see this person you know in this this book which I wrote when I was very young grow up and she grows up to discover that one is not just depressed by state control or authority but also by corporate control and authority which is oftentimes legitimized by the mayor very American value of individualism and free well over community well-being or oftentimes other individuals free will so this book brings up many of the complexities which I believe this book that I'm working on now who's this Brenda brings up many of the complexities which I believe enter kiss seek to resolve the simultaneous need for individual autonomy and community well-being civil rights but also equal distribution of wealth the original plot is loosely stolen from an rands novel Atlas Shrugged which many of you know props up American value of individual individualism at the expense of others only it's about a bunch of workers taking over a train line and creating their own alternative economy in the end the leaders the corporate leaders are scrambling and the world collapses their world so I'll start reading tom magpie tells me to stop who's esperanza he said to metella p the man appeared to be homeless he stood in front of her blocking her way anomaly was raising down pine street to get back from her lunch break the cafeteria Midwestern cars had long since closed and the only two restaurants in downtown st. Louis retained fast-food places or elite overpriced bar and grills or cafes which charge $14 for something as mundane as a hamburger sometimes Penelope would give in to the urge to eat fast food irritated by the traffic jam drive to midtown st. Louis for food but she always felt sick and lethargic by the end of the day and worst of all even more depressed about the current state of her life Penelope achieved none of the things she was opposed to by age 35 and often thought her life empty as a result no career no home no kids no long-term love relationship constant economic stability and financial hardship and she even still live with her parents penelope stare at the homeless person and thought dismal e well at least i'm better off in him if anything i have warm bed food and cable TV to entertain me Penelope didn't miss her tramp ish passed from age 14 when she ran away all the way up to age 25 when she ended up in a psych ward she hopes she hopped on one freight car after the next slept on strangers fours or couches or beds until she was throwing out eight out of dumpsters and broke into abandoned buildings and I'll be hung on to abusive relationships with friends and lovers just for some sense of security until she simply couldn't take it anymore one night she tried to commit suicide and she was found by a lover who just dumped her after she took a container full of sleeping pills the lover who was a wealthy trust fund kid brought her to the private hospital psych ward and paid for her to stay two weeks he also contacted her stepfather to come and pick her up even if he broke her heart he saved her life pnau will be tried to see herself as she stared at the homeless person discovered she could not really distinguish his features although his eyes were expressive whose esperanza he is he repeated it was as if he was mocking her hastily she reached into her pocket for change but found nothing as if a quarter would fix his problems homeless people were ever everywhere Penelope noticed their population growing to epic proportions from her days as a tramp when at first it was an occasional drug addict or alcoholic man later it was entire families boxcars would become prime territory and freight cars were filled to the brim with poor homeless people who traveled south or west with a weather turned cold I have nothing today Penelope said looking apologetic except this bag of nuts the homeless man's eyes brightened dumpster food was became was becoming harder to come by because of the scourge of homelessness in the city and the only soup kitchen in st. Louis still existent often ran out of food before all the guests could be felled fed Penelope continued to rush continue to her rush back to work she dreaded the part of the day when she had to go back to work without reason and purpose she was used to feeling this way and often comforted herself by telling herself there would only be four more hours left to the day and then she could go home and watch TV the homeless person she felt the only human she saw all day everyone else was just a machine working without thinking identifying themselves specifically as their job their position if I always felt this way she thought even in the trenches with that work no she hadn't she didn't remember when she first started to discover when work and career did not give her the fulfillment she desired there were things they were there were times things seemed hopeful when people she worked with seemed to come alive or a cute boy worked in the office or project had some relevant or to the things she desired knowledge of in life she lived for these momentary and interviewed intervals and constantly fought the feeling of purpose pneus purpose purpose purpose less pneus and dread that often came over her but now she couldn't fight anymore dread was everywhere she looked she could only cover up drag with more dread she thought of quitting but what would be the point she just have to get another equally crappy job somewhere else the Sun reflected on the window of the now-defunct st. Louis center built to revive st. Louis is crumbling downtown it only served to make things worse Penelope used to sleep there when she first ran away after city gangs took over the mall and a murder took place nobody went so many of the stores closed only to be replaced by jewelry stores and cell phone shops and I'll be remembered when it first opened was all white and splendid cleanliness compared to the dizziness of downtown area brought much needed glamour into Penelope's youth she used to go with her friends to try and close that did not fit and made her feel grown-up penelope near friends would bring in armfuls of clothing to the dressing room and buy nothing now the dingy whiteness of st. louis in st. louis center reminded her of the Bible Belt emergent majority which ruled the country with an iron fist and claimed that for all the government and the market no longer provided God would develop he walked on mining herself she was late getting back to work she did not like having to deal with her ignorant and abusive boss but she had to she couldn't delay her situation by slowing down only made it worse she's fed up can I let me turn the corner when she reached the old post office mayor st. Louis had prevented destruction for yet another year so that downtown community could feel a sense of beauty and hope in a city that seemed to have lost the fight building constantly lost money and cost and and cost a lot of money to keep up but Penelope thought it was worth it she always liked the side of the post office is preservation to her seem like an ultimate sign of respect for beauty and workmanship for resources in history across the street was a man selling vegetables and I'll be stared at the colors of the different food the opulence of the old buildings and the feeling of the vegetables farmer who sold his goods to workers on their way back to work comforter behind the vegetable cart was a block of empty storefronts

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