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To grab a quick referent and not have to look for one a bit farther away, Bonanno in "Armed Joy" mentions that we should oppose the work ethic with the anti-work aesthetic. This alone is enough to hint at us the aesthetic dimension encompasses more than merely looks. If an ethic asks what is correct or what should be done, an aesthetic asks what's enjoyable and what's pleasing to the senses and the intellect. In a similar way in which Oscar Wilde pointed out in many as recently summarized and retold by Kristian Williams, but I will refrain from veering into that tangent, and it's there for someone else to pick up.

What is beautiful to an anarchist? What do anarchists consider a luxurious sensuous joy?
Certainly the living flesh, of peers and of the earth, voluptuous landscapes to explore, dizzying heights, cavernous depths. The quietude and the stillness of a serene night for a deep sleep, or a nap in the afternoon. The warmth of cuddling, the cold of a plunge in ice water. The list is endless.

In the area of personality traits which we may find beautiful as anarchists, many of them shine differently under the light of defiance of authority and submission, and these are the main aesthetic traits Anarchists are drawn to and help them sometimes recognize one another outside the bookfair, outside the demo, outside the show. These are the real jewels, not the tacky iconography of circled letters, acronyms and two-tone flags.

What do anarchists consider sublime? Well, what is sublime in itself, regardless of what you call yourself, the inordinate and incommensurate: but in particular that of limitless freedom, this is a squarely aesthetic (even romantic) concept, impossible to satisfy by operationalization, overflowing any pragmatic circumscription.