ABSTRACT
My ambition is to carry out a Kropotkinite utopian argument, by constructing an
anarchist utopia from parts found in various real human social forms; but that ambition
must face a powerful objection. Utopian texts, including this book, perform external
criticism and expand political imagination; but it has been argued by Michael Walzer
that only internal criticism is possible, and that since our only moral resources are
in our shared ‘social meanings’,1 the shared meanings and ways of life of others are
not available to us.
