UNGOVERN(A)BLE

San Francisco-native. Creative revolutionary Xicano anarchist. Raised in the 'hood & at war with gentrification. Proud to be a mothafuckin problem.

There is only one class in the community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the poor. The poor can think of nothing else. That is the misery of being poor.

— Oscar Wilde

Black Panther Party newspaper, 1971. Design and illustration by Emory Douglas.

Black Panther Party newspaper, 1971. Design and illustration by Emory Douglas.

The function of art is to do more than tell it like it is, it’s to imagine what is possible.

— Bell Hooks

Angela Davis on the cover of Life Magazine, September 11, 1970.

Angela Davis on the cover of Life Magazine, September 11, 1970.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

— Rumi

Anarchist & poet Carlo Giuliani, laying lifeless after being shot point-blank in the face & then ran over by police at the 2001 Anti-G8 protests in Genoa.

Anarchist & poet Carlo Giuliani, laying lifeless after being shot point-blank in the face & then ran over by police at the 2001 Anti-G8 protests in Genoa.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for a human being. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we are awake.

— Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Angel’s Game

The People’s Free Food Program of the Black Panther Party.

The People’s Free Food Program of the Black Panther Party.

To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.

— Joseph Chilton Pearce

Brown Berets.

Brown Berets.

Police repression only kills a revolutionary movement if it is already dead in it’s most essential component, the attack against power.

— Alfredo M. Bonanno

Smith, Sane, & Ket; XTC, RIS.

Smith, Sane, & Ket; XTC, RIS.

If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.

— Audre Lorde

Albert Einstein.

Albert Einstein.

The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.

— Oscar Wilde