Monkeywrench Books

Having a printer is a constant cycle of “it’s so over” and “we’re so back.” Right now we are at the “we’re so back” stage.

Join author-organizer @kellyhayes.bsky.social &
representatives from the DFW Support Committe and hear from zinester-organizer Red, as they talk solidarity, zines as resistance, and what is most needed to support the Prairieland Defendants now.
@monkeywrenchatx.bsky.social
Sat 2/21, 5-6:30pm

Mending Workshop on the 11th. Emma goes wild for this since she likes playing with thread.

If Kropotkin had a Wario, then he would be named Prokopkin.

On December 9, 1842, Peter Kropotkin was born. An anarchist theorist and street fighter, he escaped from a Russian prison in 1876, which you can read about in our book Kropotkin Escapes.

detritusbooks.com/kropotkin

“The sun rises. It is always doing that.” Isn’t actually a bad line, if it was in the context of someone melancholically dealing with daily monotony. But it is immediately followed by “awe” at new days and their “infinite grace.” Why are you being “startled” by something that happens all the time!

I hate it when my family argues about politics at Thanksgiving. My Independent Dad is yelling at my Covenanter cousin for allying with the king while my Fifth Monarchist uncle keeps making cryptic pronouncements about the Book of Daniel, and here I am, a Leveller.

Nietzsche did this schtick 150 years ago but at least he was dedicated enough to write whole books about it.

Art night! Art Nite! Night of art. Argh, art! At night. Ah, nite. Right?

As millions of Americans are about to lose their SNAP benefits, I am reminded of this quote by Emma Goldman:

"Ask for work. If they don't give you work, ask for bread. If they do not give you work or bread, then take bread."

Are there any hobbies that cats do not seek to interrupt. Are they all Adorno readers?

She was head butting my butt this morning because I was not giving her enough attention. “How dare you stand there and type rather than give scratches,” she was saying.

Doing the morning work.

We love our vodka aunts.

Taking solace in this as I continually fail to share any events I organize in any social media and sometimes on the calendar at our store.

this week's post is something i've been thinking about for a long time. it's called "all of us imperfect comrades: or, an army of fuckups cannot lose"

margaretkilljoy.substack.com/p/each-of-us...

I’ve made too many zines recently (for the zine fest) and I am tired and trying to think of a better way.

We should all become biologists so that we can learn to encode books into trees, cut out the middle man of cutting them down, just read the leaves.

If you send them to us, we will make zines of them and put them near your books at our store for an audience of dozens. Dozens!

Many MWB members are illiterate: Instead of reading they blankly scan the lines of text until meanings and images fall into their minds.

I’m sad that we did not, due to The Events, get to properly recognize 9/11 as the day Ted Cruz liked porn on social media.

Witches should take more responsibility for things…that’s how you recruit.

We got so many 2026 Slingshots for the freaks who want to already start planning next year.

Can I make buttons of this? (We give them away for free.)

one of the most consistent things I find in history is that if someone is really famous for something other than being an anarchist, their anarchism will be stripped out of basically every reference to them.

Inside all of us are Trotsky particles theorizing about Hitler particles.

Romans are smoking us on water fountains. We need to build some aqueducts.

Right wing conspiracies are always so boring. Instead of saying that bluetooth causes brain damage, the conspiracy should be that the Scandinavian android werewolf cult are slowly making us receptive for the upcoming worldwide transformation.

Emma has been a menace today.

This joke brought to you by this book.