Instinct of survival
July 5th, 2022 by cirokI used to have a thing for some sort of survivalism. It was quite common in my social circles at certain time. It was inspired by being radical green anarchist who saw some signs of civilizations or environmental collapse everywhere. Earlier as a teenager I saw a coming of collapse in capitalism. But that was more a conclusion that came from reading too much marxist writings. As a typical teenager, I had no fear of death. Not even the collapse. Then again one could ask, did I even have imagination to think what all it would lead to if capitalism would had collapsed. Anyway, the survival from that meant back then the faith in working class. That was important part of my empowerment. Thanks to Class War federation and anarchist unions, for the first time I got pride of my socioeconomic background. Later in life my survival mode was more individual based. But of course not totally, after all I still was an anarchist. It meant more like learning stuff to be able to handle different extreme situations. Temporary collapses of infrastructure and repression from some evil forces. Self-defense, community organizing, first aid, feeding of masses, being able to fix and create circumstances whether they be material or psychological. A big variety of things.
That was and still is a learning process for life. Something you never can be enough good at. In a way survival, personal and your community’s, becomes one of the key things in life. It isn’t the worst one for sure. At least this kind of survivalism is not excluding others or competitive by nature. Learning and sharing and from that learning more. Whether it is about using guns or building safe spaces. Freirean, feminist and anarchist pedagogics in the mix. For the best of all the oppressed folks.
Surprisingly few things I learned about myself in all those years atleast from the survivalist point of view. It all came up in my face when I came to Rojava. After all North East Syria sounds like a place where some serious survival skills are needed. And of course, some of the things learned before were handy for sure but some things I did seriously underestimate. One of those things was writing.
“Books saved my sanity, knowledge opened the locked places in me and taught me first how to survive and then how to soar.“
-Gloria E. Anzaldúa
I’ve loved reading since I was a small child. At least that’s how it has been told to me. Still it was fairly few times in my life that I would have gained any official expertise or career paths with it. Those few schools I went were not much of a success. I got more interested in radical literature than anything useful for serving the capital or even academic world. Punk, animal liberation, radical green stuff, queer, anarcho-whatever, you name it. Living the life in margins with zines, pamphlets, small printing press publishing and underground literature. This flourishing DIY culture encouraged me to write as well. On walls, on paper, and sometimes even to internet even though I am more in favor of the first mentioned ones.
I had studied earlier my behavior under heavy stress, without sleep, in fear, hunger, and so on. Things you would actually think that are important in a war zone. I didn’t study enough what happens when I am in a situation where I cannot express myself due the language barriers nor make publications or even write in my own language. That was something that started eat me from inside after some months. Sure I had a diary and so but it is not the same way of writing to me than with zines. And after half a year I started to go down. Works were not going well, political situations started to go worse. All out war started to seem more likely. I got used to the wild dogs barking in the night and waking up to some casual shootings, to extreme hot and the situation that you find often scorpion under your mattress, but I did not get used to the thing that I cannot write zines, put out pamphlet and bind books. That started to keep me awake at nights. I felt like i cannot process the things I see or feel. Experiences of good and bad and neutral. They all will get lost or blurred too much from my head if I don’t write them down and put out in the ether. And other thing was the lack of zinester community. Because I don’t work in some cultural sector here, I don’t have any connection to any literature underground or subculture of authors. I haven’t even seen a single copy machine in more than 9 months not to mentions any bigger printing devices. Before I saw them daily for years and years.
I had to make a decision, to let the piece of me die inside, or to start writing. Choice was obvious, as I didn’t come here to die. I came here to learn and live. And for me to live seems to mean to write and already I learned that writing is key factor of my survival.
Çîrok Ecnebî,
Rojava
Text about survival which didn’t survive
This short story was originally written on December 2021 to a Paper and Ink -zine that had a survival themed issue coming up. My writing sadly did not succeed to that zine. I was really attracted to that zine (which I had never seen on real life) after looking up some photos of it. Really nice looking and as I value paper prints over everything this zine would have been especially nice to be included. But things did not turn out that way so I have to practice more writing and try again later. Check out the Paper and Ink -zine from this link: https://www.scumbagpress.co.uk/
And make sure you buy those publications quickly as they run in small print numbers.
Couple months later I got an idea while reading zines from internet that why not try to send this one to Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness zine. Such a nice publisher! After few months I asked whats up and got reply that they will get back to me shortly. Time passed and after waiting again more than a month I got reply that this text was not really what they were looking for. So I decided to put it in my blog then. Check out Tangled Wilderness pages from here: https://www.tangledwilderness.org/
There’s some good stuff to read! I’ve liked some of their zines during the years. I’m not quite sure but possibly even one of the first Rojava related zines I’ve read was published by them a long time ago.
Well, I guess it is now quite obvious to make a conclusion that this is not a good piece of writing as it is rejected already twice. So, I wont send it anymore anywhere but publish it only in this blog.
Hopefully one day I’m able to write more better stories and get published on these mentioned zines also. Just have to practice and read more! Especially now when the situation here in Rojava stresses me out a lot as the security situation just got worse than earlier (due the constantly increasing number drone attacks) and I only work, eat and sleep and that sure isn’t the best way to develop writing skills.