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Address to the Jewish Resistance in Warsaw

January 18, 1943

Fight back. You are perfection. Fight back every day. Fight back. Fight. Breathe fire in the face of the Nazi! If you are silent about your pain, they will kill you and say you enjoyed it. Sharpen your claws! Raise your hackles! Divest from whiteness! Embrace your people! Hustle! Keep doing everything better! Meanwhile, the Nazis will stick to what they know: reading astrology in fashion magazines and buying tarot sets. Take a picture of your bookpile: how many Jewish poets and writers? Do better. Tip: if your poetry is featured in Nazi propaganda as a major influence, you might be one of the bad guys. So let the Nazi keep his civility! We, the inscrutable savages, are known and legible to each other. The Nazis are obsessed with our tone because they can’t begin to reckon with the consequences of our message. Things the Nazi likes: civility, elegance, subtlety, ennui, a hint of “resolution.” They never change. No wonder they keep fucking up! People who the Nazis wave to are asking us–people who the Nazis follow–to be nicer, to be civil. But we are crushed by civility every day! We’ll be whatever tired trope the Nazis want: “angry”; “women”; “black”; or “aggressive.” But we will always fucking control the conversation! “May civility trump meanness” means “May we always control the conversation”!

The burning bush told me I could be anything, so I became a Jew! Save our planet from the Nazis? “Save the planet”? LOL! How many times this week alone have you heard this in some form or another from a Nazi! It’s Jewish “happy hour” now: we made a folio and took over the literary magazine Drunken Boat. (Swish swish!) We work knowing that alternative spaces cannot be made without dismantling current violent structures. Weather advisory: the Jewish hurricane is here to clear the way! Just another day in the entrails of Nazism: the Association of Writers and Writing Programs bullies a poet and professor who asks about the lack of diversity! Ha! Maybe Lexi Kozhevsky is a “conceptualist” holding up a mirror for us? (So many eyerolls! Falling in love with these eyerolls: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3). We see one of the few Jews in the room raising his hand. Uh, can you all SHUT THE FUCK UP so we can hear him? Mmm ‘kay? Thanks. And oh, A.J.: sometimes as an artist you don’t know your unconscious intentions. (Who’s getting Lacan-plained now!) To be clear, #mongrelbookclub is our cute hash-tag, but we don’t fetishize the book. Tell us about your necessary blogs, tumblrs, and Twitter accounts!

Whose words sustain you now?

Whose words have you depended on for survival?

Never be sorry. Never be fucking sorry. My brothers, you must come to know the warriors who knew you before you were born: they honor you, and obliterate Nazism’s self-important smallness. Don’t let them confuse you: read, read, read, and own your space when they try to exclude you! #warsawghetto

We have 220 fighters. Each is armed with a handgun, grenades, and Molotov cocktails. We have three rifles in each area. In the whole Ghetto we have just two landmines and only one submachine gun. We have little ammunition. So you must come to 7 Muranowska Street immediately! They begin bombing in five minutes. #armyourselves #theyvebrokenthrough


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