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Hakim Bey is the penname of prominent anarchist philosopher [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Lamborn_Wilson Peter Lamborn Wilson]. Bey was once a frequent contributor to the NAMBLA Bulletin, P.A.N., Gayme, Ganymede, and other paedophile-sympathetic publications.[http://libcom.org/library/leaving-out-ugly-part-hakim-bey] [http://libcom.org/library/paedophilia-and-american-anarchism-the-other-side-of-hakim-bey]
[[Image:Bey hakim.jpg|thumb|Hakim Bey]]'''Hakim Bey''' is the penname of prominent anarchist philosopher [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Lamborn_Wilson Peter Lamborn Wilson]. Bey was once a frequent contributor to the [[NAMBLA Bulletin]], [[PAN]], [[Gayme]], [[Ganymede]], and other paedophile-sympathetic publications.[http://libcom.org/library/leaving-out-ugly-part-hakim-bey] [http://libcom.org/library/paedophilia-and-american-anarchism-the-other-side-of-hakim-bey]


:[http://www.nambla.org/rockisl.htm Rock Island Pavanne], by Hakim Bey
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Hakim Bey

Hakim Bey is the penname of prominent anarchist philosopher Peter Lamborn Wilson. Bey was once a frequent contributor to the NAMBLA Bulletin, PAN, Gayme, Ganymede, and other paedophile-sympathetic publications.[1] [2]

Rock Island Pavanne, by Hakim Bey
[...]
let's say one of them is almost eight, raggedy-kneed blue-
jeans & an old slouch tweed cap, hair & eyes both the same
soft Venetian brown, body svelte as a Caravaggio
urchin-cherub ~ and the other ten-&-a-half, huge slightly
crazy green eyes, world record eyelashes, hair the color
of Lindisfarne-gospel goldleaf ~ wild enthusiasts, boastful
liars, agents of chaos, cuddle-monsters, extortionists of
toys & favors, fancy-dancers, dirty jokesters, natural-born
exiles from the Mundus Imaginalis ~ right! there must be
millions like them in these frozen flatlands, millions of
secret epiphanies in thousands of icy boxy little houses at
every point of the night-whistle-echoing nation ~ but
imagine just this once instead of staying on the Wabash
Cannonball or whatever Zephyr you disembark just here & now & finally
penetrate the mystery of these lost-town boys who might have waited
unknowingly forever for someone to notice their beauty, might have
grown old and heavy, square & dull without ever communicating
their dirty-sweet fragrance & sheer unreasoning joy to a
single poet ~ but this time you finally get off the train
in this godforsaken grain-embargoed cowburg ~ and thanks to
the whim of some nearly defunct amerindian pagan-pervert
genius locii this time at last you get to meet Jimmy & a
Joey who are precisely as imagined, feed them cheeseburgers
& pink shakes & bribe them with action-figures & gum, these
two microcosms, these two fire-clowns ~ so that all of us
in a moment of mutual unspoken relief at this shattering of
worshipful destinies, all of us suddenly gracefully have to
embrace & kiss, kiss chaste & cool on the lips & grin like
bobcats for this fortunate derailment, this whistle-stop,
this milk-run, this hobo's muscatel-dream, this poetico-
revolutionary action that somehow forever changes the energy
gradient ~ however slightly, no matter what, no matter who
knows or even remembers, absolutely, unconditionally,
nostalgically, painfully, permanently.