My name is Bruno Masse - also known as Raven or Havelock. I am a Montreal-based author, researcher and activist. I've published several novels and poetry collections, as well as four plays, three of which were enacted during the International Anarchist Theatre Festival of Montreal. I've been co-founder and active part of such collectives as The End of the World Comittee, La Foret Noire, Liberterre and the Anarchist Writers' Bloc. I'm also a contributor to Subversify Magazine.

And yes, I roam between French and English, my lifework split in the fucken middle of a bilingual existence. In spite of being a native francophone, I have constantly been drawn to transgress the given barriers of mediate expression, an attraction which subsequent trips to the Emerald Isle and the rabid idiocracy of Quebecan culture greatly favored. C'est la vie.

I've been dragging my cynical carcass over this fucken Earth, sending my self-annihilating creations every which way, somehow trying to wring some critical sense into the hordes of blind consumerist arrogant wastes of flesh we call civilised humans. I handle most of my projects on strictly DIY basis, with a handful of like-minded friends with subversive goals and high aims of negative dialectics against the constant mediation and enslavement of life in every form.

I started out as a forest technician and founding member of the Quebec Green Party, went rogue from both and then moved on to post-graduate social geography, anarchist praxis and academic research. In the meantime I became a novelist and author of theatre, poetry and lyrics. Aside from that, I've always done a lot of activist work, usually for environmental causes, sometimes for radical art, and now for food security and urban agriculture in poorer parts of Montreal.

Stuff I love to hate:

Nationalism, patriotism, authority, bigots, hockey, Christians, neonazis (goth or not), barbies (again, goth or not), macho-jock-dumbnuts (idem, you get the idea), important people in general, arrogance, PVC, ignorance, Christians, any temperature above 27 celsius, meat, Civilisation, cheap beer, iPods, TV, Christians, war, capitalism, Twitter, MySpace, Facebook, Windows Vista, any identity based chiefly on exclusive categories (gender, sexual orientation, ethnicity, language, etc.)... did I mention I'm not very fond of Christians? And let's not forget every other fucking religion from every fucken faith in any fucken church, and that includes malls.

Remember kids: "...it's not so much what we create (that matters), but what we put to death" - Karl Kraus

Stuff I love to love:

Watching the clouds roll by, the month of October, old Bela Lugosi movies, thick stout, every single Ingmar Bergman flick, black coffee, rain, Bill Hicks, nature in every possible form, walking without destination and getting lost, Emil Cioran's complete lifework, honest discussion, candlelight and scotch whiskey - and not necessarily in that order.

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