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Manifest Your Dreams, Montreal, Prelude to Night 73 (in C minor)

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Manifest Your Dreams, Montreal, Prelude to Night 73 (in C minor)
Manifest Your Dreams, Montreal, Prelude to Night 73 (in C minor)
Manifest Your Dreams, Montreal, Prelude to Night 73 (in C minor)
Manifest Your Dreams, Montreal, Prelude to Night 73 (in C minor)

Or, a Complementary Composition for Rêve Général Illimité au Festival du Jazz de Montréal, 5 Juillet / July 5 starting at 18h / 6 p.m. in the open space outside Metro St.-Laurent

A creative intervention within the open space outside Metro St.-Laurent, including outdoor musical and theatrical performances, visual art installations, and a screen-printing station, all inspired by the Québec student strike.

It should not be surprising that the longest student strike in North American history, the one kicked off on February 13, 2012 in Quebec, has captured the imagination. For sheer persistence alone, it's a gripping drama. But strikes can be dreary things when they drag on -- a standoff bringing matters to an unproductive standstill, and wearing down strikers, strike supporters, strikebreakers, police, and "bosses" alike, although to differing degrees and consequences. What's striking about this particular strike is that imagination itself has been a key ingredient from the start -- and a generative one at that. That sensibility is alive and well, and so there's rarely a dull moment, or positively put, imagination that willingly and critically rethinks itself has to date made for a dynamic movement.

Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary defines the word imagination, first and foremost, as "the act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses or never before wholly perceived in reality," along with "the exercise of that [power]." Related phrases that spring to mind are creativity, inspiration, and innovation. Rather than a shutting down (in this case, of school), the Quebec student strike has been marked by creation, "the act of making, inventing, or producing," to quote Merriam-Webster's again. And such acts, in turn, have the potential to strike at the very heart(lessness) of capitalism.

People typically think of strikes as purely economic in character, related to some specific injustice. Within that frame, some people also think of strikes as decrying capitalism's inherent logic of an exploitative power-over our lives, with the goal being to eke out a slightly better deal from it -- at best, a "new deal," if such a thing is still structurally possible under neoliberalism, which is highly doubtful. And it must be remembered that the U.S. New Deal, notwithstanding its amelioration of certain types of human suffering at the time, was a band-aid measure on the part of the U.S. government to stop the spread of revolutionary movements/ideas and heal the wounds of the Great Depression with liberal reforms that, as Howard Zinn remarked in the 1960s, actually preserved the worst elements of capitalism.

Maybe, sometimes, people recall strikes that advocated or led to workers' self-management. Increasingly, though, most people aren't workers. Or they are compelled to do work that shouldn't exist, like smiley-face greeters at the front doors of Walmart or the Gap, say, or slaving away at labor under neo-sweatshop and neo-indentured servitude conditions. Or work takes up too much of people's lives, with the alternative being not an eight-hour-day but rather unemployment, underemployment, and precarious "temp" or day labor. Besides, self-management within capitalism is, largely, still self-managed misery with a kinder and gentler face. This isn't to minimize the transformative power of self-governing one's workplace with other workers, as the film by Avi Lewis and Naomi Klein on Argentina's worker-reoccupied factories, The Take, illustrates so well. Yet in that same film, as the worker-husband protagonist speaks about his experience, his unwaged-worker-wife mentions how she looks forward to the day when they can afford McDonald's "Happy Meals" for their kids again.

So alongside critiques of capitalism's deadening effects, whether we reform or self-manage them, there's also the "hidden" fact of most strikes revealed in The Take too: that wage-work strikers usually rely on unwaged still-working workers to keep caring for them. Not to mention that wage-labor "care workers" such as nurses are often prohibited by law from striking, or are caregiving "outlaws" who can't strike, such as nannies without papers or sex workers. This has led to critical explorations such as that detailed in the essay "A Very Careful Strike" by the militant Madrid-based research collective Precarias a la Deriva, which proposes a notion of "caring strikes." The overarching idea is that such a strike would be embodied in "everyday and multiple practice[s]" of de-commodified care writ large, since care, as one of the latest and most lucrative frontiers of commodification for capitalism, sadly needs to be reappropriated along with so much else. A caring strike would include, among other things, "transforming public space, converting spaces of consumption into places of encounter" -- a notion germane to the Rêve Général Illimité. The Precarias a la Deriva collective asks,

"Why not begin to imagine and construct an organization of the social that prioritizes persons, that attends to our sustainability -- from access to health care to the right to affect -- which orients toward our enrichment as human beings -- from the access to knowledge, education, and information to the freedom to move around the world -- that listens to our desires?. . . [W]e want to think relations beyond those of the commodity mediations, following the logic of the gift, where one gives without knowing what, how, and when one will receive something in exchange." (English translation from the Commoner, no. 11 [Spring 2006])

It's hard to envision, much less see tangible evidence of, forms of caring strikes, and ones in particular whose own inherent logic brings out the heterogeneous "revolutionary potential of care" (as our Madrid friends put it) while also simultaneously defying capitalism's hegemonic logic, whether consciously or not. Even when people are striking in more caring and careful ways, they are still often doing so against types of work and/or workplaces that are increasingly anachronistic, and hence in ways that are anachronistic or based on archaic notions like, in this context, the student as (factory) worker.

It's hard to unravel how aware various Quebec student strikers were of their own "anticapitalism" or the novelty of what they were about to do when they set out to organize what's become known as the maple spring. From the beginning, though, there seemed to be an explicit awareness on the part of these young organizers of their own self-determining ability to do something that capitalism would have us believe we can't: acts of making, inventing, and producing the world, or rather, our world. The seemingly totalizing social system that capitalism manufactures, by stealing nearly everything from us -- from our labor and leisure, to love and imagination, to time and space, and so much more -- through its seemingly unceasing acts of commodification, convinces us (or better yet, simply socializes us from day one) that this world is "natural," and relatedly, that another world is unimaginable and certainly out of our hands to create. If we buy into capitalism's story, we've already settled for crumbs from or maybe, if we're lucky, a meager slice of the pie.

Whether wittingly or no, the still-striking-students seemed from the get-go to write their own script, strategically and astutely, as in "we want to bake the pie ourselves and then share it with everyone." That beginning was about making, inventing, and producing, for example, their own time, as in not striking until they thought they were ready -- meaning, they set a date in the future for the strike to start, and then worked hard for many months to build self-organized strength -- rather than letting capitalism (and the province) make time for them. The simple premise of qualitatively "doing(-it-ourselves)" and "on our own time" in direct contestation with further commodification, it could be argued, is what allowed the strike to successfully, at least for now, gain power-from-below, forcing a top-down governance structure and its enforcement agents into a defensive crisis. That self-made time has also included, it should be noted, a long view, in stark contrast to contemporary capitalism's dizzyingly ever-accelerated, "just-in-time," attention-deficit-producing tempo (over a year ago, a study put the average life span of a tweet at under two hours; such speedups nearly guarantee that no one has time to think, question, organize, or even remember).

That script has also been a figurative and sometimes-literal multimedia work of art and labor of love, with its component parts ranging, figuratively and maybe literally too, from jazz improvisation-composition to street art to dérive to high theatrics and grand oratory (for my earlier musings on the notion of the maple spring dérive, see http://cbmilstein.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/queer-feminista-anticapitalista-montreal-nights-53-60/). The student strike, also from the start, strategically and astutely, was about making, inventing, and producing new spaces, again both figuratively and literally. Perhaps beyond it's wildest dreams, or again unwittingly, the strike has helped facilitate all sorts of new spaces, such as the de-schooling of classrooms into actual places of learning (used by strikers for such self-schooling as organizing, artistic creations, and assemblies, say). Or the reclaiming of the city and its streets, neighborhoods, balconies, parks, and festivals for a host of new encounters, new practices, and new social relations -- boldly, disobediently without permission of riot police or special laws.

At a time when state and capitalism, along with other institutionalized forms of oppression like racism and heteronormativity, have either thoroughly privatized all space (as in making it a clear commodity, with enforcement mechanisms to back that up) or throughly made a mockery of the notion of public space (as in making sure that anything public is hierarchically governed and regulated, and various behaviors -- like sleeping -- are policed), there's little of the the one space that's ours: the commons. The commons is a place, space, or even idea (as in imagination!) that is there for us to mutually use, share, and enjoy, thereby implying, if it is to have any qualitative meaning and sustainable longevity, that it has to be mutually self-organized and self-governed, via formal and/or informal mechanisms of our making, inventing, and producing.

The space that perhaps the student strikers never envisioned -- and may still only have inklings of -- is that of critical thought and popular education. In helping themselves along with more and more of the "nonstudent" society to unlearn, relearn, and learn afresh through the various new physical and psychic spaces being experimented with now, the space of education has moved from the deadening architecture of the UQAM complex (a visible testament to how the "promises" of the Quiet Revolution were, like the New Deal, partially a way to contain revolution), implying that education happens in a specific building at a specific age for specific types of people in specific often-mind-numbing ways, to the enlivening architecture of the new city that's being played with in multiple ways, including various engagements with this festival summer.

Thus, to return to the beginning of this piece, it isn't so much that the strike grabbed people's imagination, as that imagination ignited a student strike, which in turn is firing up notions of a social strike, which hopefully in turn will open up new possibilities, including around legacies of unfreedom. The student-and-social strikes are self-generative via the doing of imagination -- as opposed to passive consumption of or even spectacular participation in "imagination," usually of the corporate-sponsored variety.

Hence what really should be no surprise, but probably comes as one, is that, first, the striking students in Quebec were and increasingly are asking for a social good that structurally isn't possible within capitalism -- education for all, now and in the future, and what's more for free. Education isn't and likely never was a factory per se, though its form and content at present should be drastically rethought, and "students" are or should be part of what we'd want an albeit-free society and everyone in it to be: educated and engaged. (As a related aside, two University of Michigan students, Brian Whitener and Daniel Nemser, contend that there are presently four crucial ways that universities are connected to capitalism and profit-making more generally: construction, endowments, research and development, and student debt; for me, that means that students are almost like mannequins in a shop window within this structural shift in academia.)

This, secondarily, has opened up space to imagine all sorts of social goods, with people not doing things because of narrow, economistic self-interest but rather out of an expansive social solidarity. If you participated in any of the casseroles, especially in their "early" days, that was lavishly glimpsed on streets and balconies, as well as from kids in pajamas clanging on pots outside their front doors to night waitstaff joining in with forks on glasses outside their restaurants. A wide swath of the populace, in Montreal and places far distance, created an imaginative people's music that was at once a wake-up call to those still not listening, a self-orchestrated celebration of popular power, and deafening solidarity for the student strike and all the shared austerity looming like storm clouds in the close distance.

And third, the forms facilitating this student strike were and are generative of other ways of making, inventing, and producing (as in experimenting with "not making capitalism") everything from education to decision-making methods, cultural creations to city streets, to name a few -- or to name another, as someone noted on a Facebook event announcement this week, a "manifestive." A manifestive is itself an imaginative remaking of the French word manifestation ("demonstration," and it could be added, in the double sense within English, a display of both "protesting" and "proving" something) and the ubiquitous summertime landscape of festivals here in Montreal.

There are many examples of this creative strike within maple spring-summer. And because there are so many, many examples, all emerging out of a shared and powerful demand -- in essence, a society that's abundant, not austere -- the student strike has given renewed and prolific life to the phrase "a diversity of tactics," itself invented during the height of the anticapitalist days of the alter-globalization movement. "Tactics," however," doesn't do the manifold practices under this rubric justice. The student strike revolves around "a diversity of strategies," which increasingly point toward a diversified world beyond the monocropping culture of state and capital, not to mention racism, heteronormativity, and patriarchy (alas: etc.) and legacies of colonialism (alas: etc.). This raises the unanswerable chicken-and-egg question of whether imagination generated this movement-from-below or this movement-from-below is generative of imagination. Happily, the response doesn't matter. Thanks to the student strikers, imagination-from-below has all the power! At least for the time being.

Looking backward, that's meant everything from the little red square growing up from its 2005 infancy to become a big and colorful superstar, but not letting this go to its head; anyone can add their personality to the red square, and they have and do (for an ever-increasing archival sampler of all the nonhierarchical making, inventing, and producing of red squares, see http://seeingredmontreal.tumblr.com/), and many people carry around bunches of felt squares with safety pin attached as a caring-strike gift. That's meant, too, creative ways of clothing and unclothing oneself, from anarchopanda to naked marchers. It's meant as well a plethora of ways to fill one's striking hours and configure self-educate, from imaginative methods of soft and hard blockades (including a try once at a huge group simply laughing for twenty minutes), to CLASSE congresses and neighborhood assemblies, to artist, translation, video, and livestream collectives, to repurposing classrooms as much more purposeful spaces, to disobedient yet joyous illegal reclaiming of the streets through everything from grand manifestations to nightly demos, from casseroles to F1 disruptions. And this list could go on . . . and indeed is going on.

Which brings us to this week and consecutive night 73 (July 5) of the illegal evenings of what could be seen as creative interventions into the culture and geography of self-organized resistance, and better still, caring and careful self-generated reconstruction: Rêve Général Illimité au Festival du Jazz de Montréal (for more info, see the Web site of the Montreal-based HOWL! Arts Collective, composed of cultural workers, artists, and activists working for social justice via artisticexpression: http://howlarts.net/post/26376871104/reve-general-illimite-au-festival-du-jazz-de-montreal).

From the inspiring large student strike to more modest flights of fancy like this Thursday, July 5's creative intervention, or manifestive, at the Jazz Festival, toward infinitely unlimited general dreams. Wow! Or meow, as the striking graphic for the Rêve Général Illimité exclaims! (For the story and designer behind this graphic, see LOKI design's Web site, http://lokidesign.net/2356/2012/07/reve-general-illimite/.)

I'll let the HOWL! Arts Collective's description of this manifestive -- to which HOWL! invites everyone to participate in (specifically, the call says to "dress in RED, and bring your placard signs, instruments and casseroles" at 6 p.m. to the open space at Saint-Laurent metro) -- speak for itself for a moment:

"As the Liberal government’s political repression continues against the largest protest movement in Québec’s history, notably with the passing of Law 78 to silence dissent in the streets, massive cultural festivals are being planned without consideration of the ongoing political crisis."

HOWL! continues,

"The Festival International de Jazz de Montréal is seen by people around the world as a symbol of the free spirit and cultural character of Montréal. As community artists based in this city, we feel the corporate sponsorship now driving the festival ultimately undermines the political, social, economic, and physical space that allows independent culture to thrive in Montreal. Is the spirit of jazz truly represented by Toronto Dominion, a bank responsible for pushing neoliberal economic polices in Canada, and profiting off the backs of poor and working people?"

Understanding how to relate to the spirit of festivals that dominate Montreal in the summer -- a time when, due to the intensity of winter, it seems like this city lives outside and for unabashed enjoyable -- was a delicate, seemingly tricky question as the festival season neared. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, where nightly a helicopter also hung low to surveil the illegal demos, as to what would happen with the first of the "festivals": the Grand Prix. The student coalition CLASSE and the anarchist organization CLAC collaborated on various strategies to disrupt the F1 and its conspicuous display of wealth, sexism, and (as many people are fond of saying here), douchebags.

Much to everyone's surprise, the disruption was grand, engaged in by so many people that the the police couldn't tell "casseroler" from "anarchist" from "student striker" from "tourist" from "ordinary Montrealer" from "Saturday night partygoer" to even just a plain ol' "douchebag," and were thus at a loss to control it -- the "it" being a shared "fuck the police" sensibility that encompassed a host of grievances and antagonisms, but also underscored yet again just how deep this movement is within this city. And best of all, the disruption also underscored the brutality of the police, absurdity of special law 78, strength of the student-social strike, and the reason behind targeting the Grand Prix. How could elites toss around so much money even as they are part of the crew, for all intents and purposes, trying to raise tuition and cut other social goods? How could they get so drunk on their own power "without consideration of the ongoing political crisis," as HOWL! observes above in relation to the Jazz Festival, but probably more accurately, in complete consideration of the ongoing political crisis, as in a big "fuck the student strike" on the part of the rich.

Once again, imagination had won the day -- particularly the imaginative strategy of dressing "normally" and walking into the closed-off downtown party streets for the Grand Prix with hidden disruption tools: pots and pans, ladles and spoons. Who would have ever thought that cookware could create such chaos!

To the credit of those many people involved in this maple spring-summer, a "diversity of tactics/strategies" is being applied to the festivals, since not all festivals are created equal.

Problematic as the sovereignty question is, along with its various tendencies (statist, racist, successionist, and/or independentist, for example) and various legacies (for instance, exclusion, oppression, brutality, and colonialism), the FrancoFolies with its definite Quebec-pride flavor, offered both an enormous and enormously sympathetic audience along with highly sympathetic musicians. Perhaps it was too sympathetic, as evidenced by the increasing appearance of Quebec flags and imagery among student-social strikers, and whether a further diversity of tactics/strategies around this free fest and the student strike should have occurred is an open, serious question. Those who engaged with this festival choose the path of least resistance (save for the Pink Bloc, which tried to queer it up!). So after an early episode with the police trying to block the nightly illegal demo from entering the festival, the festival organizers apparently made it clear that it was fine for any student strikers and their allies to come in and bring their message along too. The illegal demo thus easily made swings through the music-listening audience on various evenings, culminating in the band Loco Locass bringing student-strike spokespeople and the École de la Montagne Rouge up on stage with it, complete with "Quebec is Dead! Long Live Quebec" screen prints.

And this brings us around to the Jazz Festival, perhaps the flagship festival of the summer, especially for those many people and performers who flock into Montreal for its mix of free and ticketed performances but especially its open celebration of music and culture. Many people involved with or sympathetic to the student-social strike were already booked to play in the festival. As HOWL! noted, Toronto Dominion had already signed on as corporate sponsor. Likely everything about this gigantic festival is planned long, long in advance -- maybe as long ago as the now-striking students began organizing toward their strike, although probably with a whole lot less vibrant of an imagination. So now knowing what the Jazz Festival knows of the political terrain, how could (or should have) it have honestly addressed the student strike, even if only to nod to its existence? How could (or should) it have incorporated themes, artistic and cultural, that grappled explicitly with this social crisis, even if that meant ticking off its corporate sponsors ever so slightly or more? How could it go on as normal, as if this summer were like any other, without some or a whole lot of mention of this historic and longest-running student strike in North America? Or is that even the Jazz Festival's job, contrasting it to the FrancoFolies, which decided it was its job, but perhaps for some of the wrong reasons?

Maybe this is where street art diverges from festival art. It can, and should, intervene. So maybe the best of ways that the Jazz Festival could (and should) be engaged with in relation to the student strike is not by wanting it to make space but rather precisely by collectives and communities of resistance and reconstruction (from HOWL! to École de la Montagne Rouge to anyone and everyone who decides to join in this Thursday) taking their own space inside it. After all, in the open space of Metro St.-Laurent that is intended to become the people's space during the Rêve Général Illimité manifestive, we will find not disruption (such as of the Grand Prix) or uncritical sympathy (such as with the FrancoFolies) but instead another type of path at another type of festival.

With the Rêve Général Illimité, we might discover the art of making culture collectively, the art of provocation as social critique and social vision, and the art of doing-it-ourselves. We might unleash the art of the new forms of strikes and strike solidarity, opening up literal and figurative spaces for de-commodified making, inventing, and producing. Then too, we might feel and share the art of the caring strike. And we might, and hopefully indeed will, engage in the art of manifesting our dreams -- if only in a short, improvisational manifestive moment, to be strung together with the many moments, nights, and months of this still-imaginative student-social strike.

Maybe none of this will happen, and the infinitely unlimited general dream will feel like a nightmare afterward. That's also the risk of experimentation. If there's one thing -- well, there are many -- but if there's one thing that the still-striking students have shown those of us not in college, it's that careful, caring, yet courageous diversity of tactics/strategies, with a hefty dose of social goodand a hell of a lot of imagination in the mix, can fly far beyond what anyone could have ever imagined. What's your daydream for the Rêve Général Illimité? As HOWL! invites for this Thursday, July 5, at 6 p.m. for this creative intervention: play it, dance it, perform it, draw it, pantomime it, paint it, sing it, sketch it, dramatize it, recite it, print it, improv it, or casserole it!

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Coincidentally, another creative intervention just popped up on Facebook as I reached this ending, which it seems is only beginning, if this student-social strike keeps up the way it's been going: LIVRE CARRÉ ROUGE pour la 75e manif, or badly translated, SQUARE RED BOOK for the 75th demonstration.

And to forge ahead with my bad (online-assisted) translation: To mark the 75th night of demonstrations -- this Saturday, July 7 -- a book will be filled with 75 texts, 75 words of encouragement to the protesters, 75 thoughts to continue until victory! All participants and sympathizers are invited to write a thought, caricature, sketch, tag, or note. The book will be read starting at 7:30 p.m. at Place Émilie-Gamelin, followed by the nightly illegal demo.

For a more coherent French-language version, see https://www.facebook.com/events/441118925922776/.

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My thanks to Thien for the three gorgeous photos of the Rêve Général Illimité sticker in action (for more photographs, head over to http://quelquesnotes.wordpress.com/), and kudos to LOKi design, again, for the Rêve Général Illimité image. And especial appreciation to the person (who shall remain anonymous here, since I'm not sure if they'd want to be named in relation to the intervention or my blog) who when I asked how I might contribute to Rêve Général Illimité, asked me in turn to write something. I hope this goes some way toward what they were looking for, since their dedication to remaining a student of life and ideas, from organizing to the arts and/as politics to reading theory and history during the downtime of their wage-labor time, has gone a long way toward inspiring me of late.

Down with schools; up with education! Or as I wrote a few nights ago, "No school but learning" (http://cbmilstein.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/no-school-but-learning-montreal-night-68/).

And as always, if you stumbled across this blog post as a reposting somewhere, please excuse the typos/grammatical errors (it’s a blog, after all), and note that you can find other blog-musings and more polished essays at Outside the Circle, cbmilstein.wordpress.com/. Share, enjoy, and repost–as long as it’s free, as in “free beer” and “freedom.”


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