A Caverna

Esta é a caverna, quando a caverna nos é negada/Estas páginas são as paredes da antiga caverna de novo entre nós/A nova antiga caverna/Antiga na sua primordialidade/no seu sentido essencial/ali onde nossos antepassados sentavam a volta da fogueira/Aqui os que passam se encontram nos versos de outros/os meus versos são teus/os teus meus/os eus meus teus /aqui somos todos outros/e sendo outros não somos sós/sendo outros somos nós/somos irmandade/humanidade/vamos passando/lendo os outros em nós mesmos/e cada um que passa se deixa/essa vontade de não morrer/de seguir/de tocar/de comunicar/estamos sós entre nós mesmos/a palavra é a busca de sentido/busca pelo outro/busca do irmão/busca de algo além/quiçá um deus/a busca do amor/busca do nada e do tudo/qualquer busca que seja ou apenas o caminho/ o que podemos oferecer uns aos outros a não ser nosso eu mesmo esmo de si?/o que oferecer além do nosso não saber?/nossa solidão?/somos sós no silêncio, mas não na caverna/ cada um que passa pinta a parede desta caverna com seus símbolos/como as portas de um banheiro metafísico/este blog é metáfora da caverna de novo entre nós/uma porta de banheiro/onde cada outro/na sua solidão multidão/inscreve pedaços de alma na forma de qualquer coisa/versos/desenhos/fotos/arte/literatura/anti-literatura/desregramento/inventando/inversando reversamento mundo afora dentro de versos reversos solitários de si mesmos/fotografias da alma/deixem suas almas por aqui/ao fim destas frases terei morrido um pouco/mas como diria o poeta, ninguém é pai de um poema sem morrer antes

Jean Louis Battre, 2010

30 de setembro de 2013

grafites na av brasil

I.
pixar é crime
roubar é arte

II.

vândalos são eles

sonhando com coisas

o silêncio das coisas está imiscuído nas palavras

Salvador Passos

dias comedidos plenos de somas e subtrações

somos tolos hipócritas
estamos mortos há tempos
somos bobos alegres que sofrem ao se divertir
morremos quando nascemos
(e um pouco no carnaval).

choramos no por do sol
e rimos do desespero.
contamos moedas para não gasta-las.
vivemos para não morrer    
& sonhamos para não viver.

Raimundo Beato

19 de setembro de 2013

Occupy Second Anniversary Blast!

A manifesto for the year ahead.

Retirado de Adbusters

AFP PHOTO / ANGELOS TZORTZINIS




Hey all you still breathing out there,

On the second anniversary of OWS, here’s a manifesto to fill your lungs:

Look outside your window today and admire how permanent everything is.

Cars faithfully zoom in and out of traffic without end. Financial skyscrapers frame the streets, investing your dollars and cashing your paychecks with ease. People pour out of apartments on their way to the office, to visit friends, to look for work. The social order, all the basic interactions of the day, are predictable, normal, most likely the same as yesterday. The sheer rigidity of the political system is not in question.

Now imagine that it all snaps. That everything you know is turned upside down. The coffee shop is closed. The bank door is shut. People stop following even the most basic prompts.

Looking out the window today, we have that same feeling we had on September 16th, 2011, the day before those first courageous occupiers packed up their tents and made their move on Wall Street. Only this time, as we gaze beyond the glass, there is an assuring upward tilt on our otherwise steady lips. We now have a confidence in this generation that we didn’t have before. There are still curveballs that can shock the financial and psychological order. There is a growing conviction that the things that can happen, will happen. The world is still up for grabs.
Revolution is a Rhizome

What we experienced in 2011 is still reverberating around the globe. Most recently, in Turkey and Brazil, that feeling in the guts, that the future does not compute, is vibrant as ever. And because of that gnawing anxiety in the depths of an increasing mass of people, the new mode of activism, what Spanish journalist Bernardo Gutierrez calls a “new architecture of protest,” is spreading like a frenzy: what starts out as simple demands – don’t cut the trees, don’t raise the transit fair, don’t institute that corrupt judge – erupts into an all-encompassing desire to reboot the entire machine.

In the coming political horizon you can expect that wherever there is a crack, scandal, teacher strike or pipeline deception, you’ll find a hornet’s nest underneath. When you have a connected generation, all of their unique and individual demands are connected, too. Protest becomes a cornucopia, not a straight path. And the desire is not to destroy the system but to hack it, to re-code it, to commandeer it … to see revolution not as pyramid but as a rhizome … to see the system not as an unchanging text but as an ever changing language of computation, an algorithm.

More than ever we are seeing the actuality of the modern day truism, “we are all one.” Now, as we have the technology to organize – who cares if the NSA is listening in, in fact we welcome them to listen in and to be inspired – this first-ever global generation will be able to articulate itself more clearly, more viscerally, more intensely and at a frequency like never before.

Take a look out the window today. It wasn’t always this way. It won’t be this way forever.
A Generation Under Pressure

This generation is under pressure. Leading American pundits like David Brooks and Andrew Sorkin laugh us off as ungrateful kids and milquetoast radicals, people who just aren’t willing to work like the previous generation. But these folks just don’t get it. The engine light of humanity has turned on. But no mechanic of the old paradigm can fix it. We’re experiencing a global system failure like never before. But no programmer of the old language can re-write it. The Earth is getting sick. The culture is in terminal decline. Mental illness is the number one cause of lost workplace hours in America. What other indicator does one need? Rejection is not ungratefulness, it’s a beautiful and sincere longing for a sane and sustainable tomorrow. But as the valves are twisted tighter … well … you can see the result everywhere.

Last July, as hundreds of thousands of protesters were marching in cities throughout Turkey and Brazil, Adbusters creative director Pedro Inoue skipped work to join the magic in the streets. He sent us this testimony from the center of São Paulo, a portrait that became the backbone of one of our most spirited and hopeful publications yet. We’ve long been accused of being too negative … yet here our readers saw a bright light:
It’s something you feel when the lover in your arms is laughing and you feel like your heart is going to break because there couldn’t possibly be any more room for good inside. The high begins to float you away. We were walking to the governor’s house, taking time along the way to talk, look at people waving flags from apartment windows, listen to chants coming and going like waves in this sea of people. I looked into this kid’s eyes. He kept talking but I only remember those eight words.

“Man, what a beautiful world we live in,” he said.


I was mesmerized by the shine in his eyes. Sparks. Flashes. Pulses. Bursts of light. When the global revolution finally arrives … it’s going to shine everywhere like that.
The conditions that spurred on the Greek anarchists, the Arab Spring, the Spanish indignados, #Occupywallstreet, the Chilean student revolt, Pussy riot, the Quebec uprising, #idlenomore, Yo Soy 132 in Mexico, and the insurrections in Istanbul, Lima, Bulgaria and São Paulo have only worsened. Inequality is reaching obscene proportions in America and many other nations. There is an ever-greater concentration of wealth, ever-bigger banks, a steady increase of high frequency trading (HFT), derivative confusion and outbursts of rogue financial algorithms that send markets dipping and waning beyond any human control. $1.3 trillion in speculative financial transactions keep swirling around the planet every day. The stage is now set for a much more catastrophic market crash than 2008. And inside each and every one of us, the desire for real is growing:Real economy. Real democracy. Real possibilities. Real humanity. Realleadership. Real horizons. Real interactions. Real things. Real life.
Three Metamemes for the Future

Here at Adbusters, we see three big tactical breakthrough ideas, three metamemes, that have the power to veer this global trainwreck of ours from its date with disaster. Make no mistake, the crash is a brutal world – a barbarian reality. It’s a happening that none of us should seek out joyfully. Yet we cannot just go with the flow, sing with the speed and trust the inertia of our current economic doomsday machine.

The first thing we can do is call for a radical re-think of our global economic system. Unbridled neocon capitalism has been riding the back of humankind without opposition for nearly two generations now. It has provided no answer yet and it has no answer for the most pressing threat of the future, namely climate change. Economics students and heterodox economists must rise up in universities everywhere and demand a shift in the theoretical foundations of economic science. We have to abandon almost everything we thought we knew about the gods of progress, happiness and growth. We have to re-imagine industry, nutrition, communication, transportation, housing and money and pioneer a new kind of economics, a bionomics, a psychonomics, an ecological economics that is up to the job of managing our planetary household.

The second thing we can do is usher in a new era of radical transparency … to add the right to live in a transparent world as a new human right in the constitution of nations and in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Current events in Syria are a perfect example of how secrecy by the major powers of the world leads to confusion and the possibility of catastrophic failure. Assad may get away with a type of murderous appetite not seen since WWII, for no reason other than the fact that America can no longer be trusted to tell the truth. Radical transparency is the only path towards a viable global democracy of the future.

The third thing we can do is take inspiration and learn lessons from a new tactical breakthrough in global activism – the revolution algorithm. The internet has reversed a centuries-old power dynamic. The street now has unprecedented power. Through hacking, rhizomatic organizing, viral memes, it can paralyze cities, bring whole countries to a standstill … protests and uprisings can spook stock markets into plunging 10% in a single day, as happened recently in Turkey, and, if we the people are angry and fired up enough, we can force even the most arrogant presidents and prime ministers to the democratic table.

In the 21st century, democracy could look like this: a dynamic, visceral, never-ending feedback loop between entrenched power structures and the street. In this new model, corporate power will be forever blunted by sustained and clearly articulated demands for new economic, political and environmental policies, for visceral debates and referendums on critical issues, for the revocation of the charters of corporations that break the public trust and for new laws and constitutional amendments on democratic fundamentals like secrecy, corporate personhood and the rules by which nations go to war. Every government department, every minister and the whole political establishment, right down to the think tanks, media pundits and CEOs, will be under the gun, on an almost daily basis, to bend to the ever changing pulse of the people.

As this second anniversary of Occupy passes, perhaps with raging flames, perhaps with only a few sparks, we can take solace in one thing: Our current global system – capitalism – is in terminal decline … and while its corpse is still twitching, our jobs, yours, mine, all of us, are to stay vigilant and to keep working on our own lives … We shy away from the megacorporations, we refuse to buy heavily advertised products, we meticulously seek out toxin-free information, we eat, travel, socialize and live as lightly as we can … we fight for our happiness … we build trust with each other and play the #killcap game at least once every day … and most important, we focus our eyes on the horizon and wait for our next moment to come.

What do Brazil, Turkey, Peru and Bulgaria have in common?


This year's protests have less to do with ideology and specific grievances than a new architecture of protest.

retirado de Aljazeera.
por Bernardo Gutierrez, em 7 de setembro de 2013


The protests in Bulgaria have much in common with protests in other countries [AFP]

Sao Paulo, Brazil - What influence did Istanbul's Gezi Park protest movement have on the uprising in Brazil? Can we explain the sudden emergence of mass demonstrations in Peru as being inspired by neighbouring Brazil? What do the anti-government, anti-establishment protest movements in these three countries - and in Bulgaria - have in common?

Analysts have searched for specific reasons to explain the recent revolts: Istanbul rose to protect Gezi Park from neoliberal enclosure; Brazilian citizens took to the streets to protest against the rising of the price of public transportation; Peruvians were outraged by corruption and a government that tried to impose its will on the country's constitutional court. Bulgaria's protests, which started this January, were spurred by anger at high electricity and water bills.

But does this really explain what has happened in recent months? The reasons listed above would imply that four almost disconnected rebellions took place simultaneously. And cause-and-effect logic cannot fully explain these protests, which fall largely outside the left-right axis.

Rather, what the movements have in common has less to do with ideology and specific grievances, than with a new architecture of protest. In all four countries, established groups such as unions and political parties were almost irrelevant. For instance, the calls for protest in Peru, which filled the capital's streets in July, were born [Es] in social networks, mailing lists and non-ideological groups. When a reporter suggested to human rights activist Rocio Silvia Santisteba that she was leading the Peruvian protests, she replied: "We convene. We do not lead."

18 de setembro de 2013

'Terrorism or Revolution'


Retirado de Libcom...

'Terrorism or Revolution' An Introduction to Ernest Coeurderoy - Raoul Vaneigem

In this introduction to the work of Ernest Coeurderoy written in 1972, Raoul Vaneigem offers his first published look back at the events of May '68 and what he considered to be the new grounds of the contemporary revolutionary struggle.









"We are experiencing the last days of culture. There is no more anti-culture, no counterculture, no parallel or underground culture. Operating under these sociological distinctions or the progressive reduction of culture to the spectacle, a spectacle which reduces the sum of the categories of real life to survival in a space-time when the commodity is not only produced, distributed and consumed but also generalized as necessity, chance, freedom, duration, and representation."

Movimentos repudiam PL que tipifica crime de terrorismo


Movimentos repudiam PL que tipifica crime de terrorismo


Organizações temem que esse projeto possa enquadrar manifestações de movimentos sociais que se espalharam desde junho pelo Brasil

17/09/2013
da Redação do Brasil de Fato

Entidades de direitos humanos e diversas organizações sociais lançaram um manifesto em repúdio ao polêmico projeto de lei 728/2011, que trata do crime de terrorismo, que poderá enquadrar, inclusive, manifestações de movimentos sociais. Incendiar, depredar, saquear, destruir ou explodir meios de transporte ou qualquer bem público ou privado poderá ser tipificado como terrorismo no Brasil.

O PL determina que esses crimes sejam imprescritíveis, com pena cumprida em regime fechado, sem benefício de progressão, que deve variar de 24 a 30 anos de prisão. O texto está sendo debatido no Congresso Nacional através de uma comissão mista, com propostas do senador Romero Jucá (PMDB) e do deputado federal Miro Teixeira (PDT).

10 de setembro de 2013

definindo a magia




definindo a magia

um bom poema é como uma cerveja gelada
quando você está na fissura
um bom poema é como um delicioso
sanduíche quando você está
faminto
um bom poema é uma arma quando
a bandidagem te cerca
um bom poema é algo que
te permite andar pelas ruas da
morte
um bom poema faz a morte derreter como
manteiga
um bom poema emoldura a agonia e
a pendura na parede
um bom poema faz seus pés tocarem
a China
um bom poema faz a mente estilhaçada
voar
um bom poema torna possível cumprimentar
Mozart
um bom poema possibilita que você jogue dados
com o diabo
e vença
um bom poema pode quase tudo
e o mais importante
um bom poema sabe quando
parar

defining the magic

a good poem is like a cold beer
when you need it,
a good poem is a hot turkey
sandwich when you’re
hungry,
a good poem is a gun when
the mob corners you,
a good poem is something that
allows you to walk through the streets of
death,
a good poem can make death melt like
hot butter,
a good poem can frame agony and
hang it on a wall,
a good poem can let your feet touch
China,
a good poem can make a broken mind
fly,
a good poem can let you shake hands
with Mozart,
a good poem can let you shoot craps
with the devil
and win,
a good poem can do almost anything,
and most important
a good poem knows when to
stop.

Bukowski (tradução Fabiano Calixto)

6 de setembro de 2013

The world keeps moving because of the Anonymous

DJ Trax + Assorted Anonymous - The Catalyst from Robert Dawes on Vimeo.

leio poemas como quem busca

leio poemas como quem espera por um gatilho
um empurrão do alto do abismo
um mergulho de cabeça no delírio

leio poemas como quem aguarda
aquele momento propício
o salto do precipício

leio poemas como quem busca
um luto
um fuso
um prumo
ou mesmo
perder o rumo

leio poemas como quem busca
um tropeço
um golpe brusco
o soco na boca do estômago
a falta de fôlego
o passo trôpego do bêbado
a brusca percepção
da falta que nos aflige

leio poemas como quem busca
busco como quem luta
luto como quem ama
amo como quem basta

mas bastar não é o bastante

Salvador Passos

3 de setembro de 2013

as línguas estrangeiras

1. O que mais irrita no aprendizado de uma língua estrangeira
2.(e alguma vez conclui-se um tal aprendizado?):
3.procurar a mesma palavra dezenas de vezes no dicionário.
4.A poesia é uma língua estrangeira dentro da língua estrangeira:
5.o poema ativa as margens da palavra, seus ecos, ressonâncias
6. - a poesia é a periferia da língua
7. (e das línguas estrangeiras costuma-se apenas conhecer o centro).
8. Só os falantes conhecem a periferia da língua. Assim como só seus habitantes, a da cidade.
9. Um leitor à distância, não falante, por mais estudioso, dificilmente ultrapassará a epiderme da língua:
10. como um turista, por mais tempo que passe, a da cidade.
11.A periferia da língua é sua zona de maior intimidade.

Francisco Bosco

Cultura e Civilização

"A cultura podem-se ligar dois conceitos - o de
sentimento e o de caráter. A civilização dois
outros - o de razão e o de técnica. Cultura é o
que somos. Civilização è o que usamos. Assim
sendo, Cultura vem a ser a alma de um povo, de uma
etnia, de uma área histórica. Civilização, ao
contrário, é espirito, é politica, é técnica.
Aquela è Pathos, esta è Logos. Moisés foi o
criador de uma Cultura milenária. Descartes um
iniciador de Civilização."

Oswald Andrade

Crepúsculo City

Urbo rubor

Ruído


O sol-motor
carbura cor

dor

a diesel

Antônio Moura

letras minúsculas silêncios maiúsculos

seria o peso da noite o teu silêncio?
ou a noite é a influência de teus lábios mortos em meu peito aberto?
seria neruda mais uma prova de que fiz tudo errado
ou leminski que estava certo quando disse: distraídos venceremos?
quem traiu ou distraiu?
vagando nos paralelepipedos perplexos de todas madrugadas
sinto o peso das ruas em meu peito
sinto este mundo todo em mim
e um vazio que me deixa vazando pelas altas horas desta longa madrugada

um sentido de eixo perplexo
perdido nas ladeiras
enquanto um cão sem dono dorme um sonho ou dois em seu silêncio

sinto muito tudo isto que não sinto

o silêncio dos sonhos na noite é ensurdecedor
e a solidão da lua na esquina é minha companhia.

Raimundo Beato