The Nihilist Attack: a statement from Federico Buono

The text presented here was hand-written in the feverish days of my trial for aggravated theft.

I have never wanted to know anything, and I haven’t asked help from anyone for knowing the outcome.

In my experience, my way of acting is an attempt to negate the right/law, and living it in uncertainty has made these words stonger.

Words that I dedicate to my kindred spirit Maurizio and to all those who, in the investigation set in motion by sister Manuela Comodi, will choose an anti-legal method.

The Nihilist Attack

I move in the shadow. I feel the perception of an eventuality as the non-way. Vague memories. The uncertain gait scratches the path vertically before myself.

I feel my steps in a frantic convulsion in the non-knowing.

I trace out my essential space and place a concentric circle between me and temporal permanence.

I become one and I in solitude.

Inseparable in a continuous undertaking in the becoming that annihilates the permanent submissive redeeming of the event.

Is the event in me or before me?

Immediateness moves around in individual me.

My shadow arms its misanthropic desire and exposes in projecting itself in a light by endless reflections: the light of passivity loves me shadow. I arm myself against it.
I come out of a gap. I hear voices: I perceive, they want my desire in affirming myself. Far from everything I am also nearby in a hidden corner in the foul-smelling thoroughfares of the necropolises of human society.

I have chosen, I keep memories distant, passivity expands its light and wants to chew up my essence.

I am driven against it. I have decided not to surrender to the “certainty” that completes the changing of the rules of human society.

Every day is a different moment and the space the encloses my eagerness for affirmation tenses in an outward stretch destroying the past of an instant before.

The negated instant destroys normality.

In every hidden corner I am my shadow and my volitional essence.

I place myself at the center shattering the hope of insignificant memories.

The Temple of the prophecy – catalyst of events and experiences – calls me and the Demiurge waits for a sign of despair.

I don’t surrender and haven’t done so from the start.

Egoist power attacks and breaks morality to pieces, nor does it want the corpse still warm – to burn it and make it into ashes.

On this day I come out into the open – jealous of my shado – and dedicate these few words to my blood brothers and sistes and kindred spirits investigated by sister Manuela Comodi.

The Nihilist attack doesn’t abdicate and is vindicated in an endless pace of its vital impulses!

From my Personal Hell, Federico Buono

The Triumph of the Destroying Genius

Ah! The odor and the stench blend.

Climbing the peak requires sharp nails and hands ready for the most painful wounds.

While you climb the peak of a decadent humanity, they fall, the rocks that crumble under your fingers fall.

To act boldly! To dare! Here they are, raging, the popular fears blended with Ressentiment toward our individual sovereignty…

I have encountered Filippi’s dreams and nightmares…

An indomitable devil rises above the multitude, born by chance.

A devil who doesn’t accept being brought to judgment by your nearly-finished authority…

From your orthodox churches you have issued arrest warrants against us, vagabonds of thought and action, we devils of terror, the ones who spit and vomit on your sacred statues…

we devils of terror, nameless, illegalist nihilists and revolutionaries…

All that is born rightly falls! So Goethe thundered from his peak!

Your union of the weak that you call state and society is not immune to this law of things…

The triumph of the Destroying Genius is what awaits you…

The excommunications and stakes set up by Sister Manuela Comodi’s servants will not be enough…

“A state answer” has been given… a sacrilegious laugh echoes through the cells, for everyone arrested there will be a new revolutionary nihilist ready to attack.

The fire doesn’t burn us, we come from a place much hotter and have trained ourselves for hell.

 

Greetings to the kindred, the comrades of the nameless Black International and to those arrested and investigated in Operation “Ardire.”

 

Total conspiracy of silence and no delegation.

For anarchy and the triumph of the I.

 

The triumph of the Destroying Genius – Maurizio De mone

Between boldness and reinforcing…

anarchists in upheaval

“It’s the state’s answer”

Annamaria Cancellieri, minister of the interior, June 13, 2012

 

 

Although it doesn’t seem that any anarchists have formulated question for the state, it appears that the state has decided to answer. At dawn on June 13, the Dirty Operations Department of the carabinieri carried out dozens of arrests and numerous searches throughout Italy (and beyond), as part of an operation called “Boldness” (in which sense: courageous impulse or excessive gall?). It is just the latest of the repressive/preventative maneuvers launched in recent times to those who are not willing to adapt themselves to the role of obsequious subject, yet another spectacular warning to potential future insurgents. This means that much more than the particular individuals involved and the specific charges against them, it is the general context that has given rise to this investigation that deserves some attention.

 

When public debt has reached staggering proportions, the state answer is to increase taxes. When banks and speculators have brought the economy to its knees, the state answer is to give a green light to privatization. When work becomes a privilege and its lack brings waves of suicides, the state answer is to facilitate firings.

More. When functionaries of the institutions soil themselves with the worst infamies, the state answer is to make their “crimes” expire. When the oil wells risk running dry in international conflicts, the state answer is to take part in the war. If the damned of the earth are forced to flee their countries and disembark on our shores, the state answer is to lock them up in concentration camps called CIE.¹

Still more. When local populations don’t want harmful developments (high speed trains, incinerators, waste dumps), the state answer is to massacre demonstrators and militarily occupy the territory. If the rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer, the state answer is to protect the luxury of the former and suppress the desperation of the latter.

 

Considering these examples that could become innumerable, there is nothing surprising when, in confronting anarchists who decide to go into action against the power that shows itself to be more miserable and rotten every day, the state answer is a raid.

It was ordered by a public prosecutor from Perugia, Manuela Comodi, suffering withdrawal from popularity since the end of the “Meredith case,” who for the occasion has unleashed the carabinieri of the ROS under the command of general Ganzer (yes, the very one who was sentenced by the very state of which he is a servant to 14 years in prison for narcotics trafficking).

The concocted framework of charges is the usual, the only one conceivable to those who are used to obeying in silence. One takes hold of a few specific actions and proceeds by casting lots. It functions roughly like a backwards lotter, where whoever wins loses: so many numbered marbles get put into a shaker, each number corresponds to the name of someone already known to the forces of order.

A spin of the shaker, an extraction – those responsible are identified and the investigation is quickly concluded. It makes it so much easier, in this case, from the number of marbles mad to spin that over time become fewer and fewer. Those corresponding to the anarchists who, in times like these, refuse to have friends or intermediaries among the municipal councilors and their likes (even if oppositional) or priests (even if of the street), to gather signatures to attest to their innocence or to present themto legitimize their protest, but who stubbornly insist on thinking that direct action us not a strategic variant of politics, but rather its negation. Autism may still be an mistake for autonomy, but political opportunism is certainly an aberration of it.

In any case, the final extraction of “Operation Boldness,” trumpeted by the media which has the task of provide the public with its daily distraction, had led to the “discovery” of so many “informal anarchists” – so informal as to be part of the same organization (?!) and at the same time without even knowing each other very well. That then, we say it in passing, we haven’t seen much of all this boldness. You only have to consider that in some cases the carabinieri haven’t even gone to disturb the ones directly under investigation to carry out their search, preferring to drag their parents or whoever had the inauspicious idea of renting buildings to them out of bed. In many cases, the anarchists sleeping peacefully in their homes, the carabinieri playing the bold ones with relativess or tenants to listlessly ransack houses or play Comodi’s pigs in spaces rented to anarchists.

This is all so grotesque as to irritate even the competitors in the field of repression, DIGOS² and the like, who in the afternoon of the same day stopped and searched two of those under investigation in the attempt, not successful, to show their colleague-rivals how things are really done. What has opened a competition among handcuff professionals to see who gets there first?

Our ultimate thought to those arrested, our solidarity to all those under investigation.

Our turn next time.

 

[distributed in Firenze on 6/14/12]

 

1Centers for Identification and Expulsion.

2Italian general investigative and special operations division.

(Some pictures from il Trivio dei Tumultuosi, an anarchist space in Firenze, Italy, after the ROS raid there)