Too many friends were lost in 2019 (as there were in 2018, 2017 & on & on). One of them was Sean Bonney, an extraordinary poet, friend & co-conspirator, who is dearly missed by many in the anarchist movement and beyond.

Sean left us with a body of work that is nothing less than a proletarian arsenal; a collection of furious incantations for the resurrection of the dead and the annihilation of capital.

We'd like to celebrate this work, this life, with a open group reading. Bring poems or excerpts of Sean's writing, work of your own inspired by him or memories to share.

Much of Sean's poetry can be found on his blog: http://abandonedbuildings.blogspot.com/

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Confession 2:
while people are starving, wealth
is a crime. I am not willing to argue.
if you are hungry, no laws apply.
glass breaks easily. weapons
can be made from anything.
crime should not go unpunished.
the meaning of royalty
it too can be killed