quero o horizontalismo
não à arbitrariedade
quero o sonho
não realidade
não ao verticalismo
quero o que não resiste
tudo o que enfim insiste em ser
quero o anarco utopismo livre
livre o anarco utopismo livre
livre nos do radicalismo (c)ego
Deus nos livre
Deus nos livre do Diabo
Deus nos livre de Deus
Deus se livre
livre deus de nós
livre deus de deus
se deus quiser
(ou se não quiser - que seja)
quero um deus livre de qualquer deus
não ao que simplesmente é
sim aquilo que não é
quero aquilo que fabrica a noite
quero aquilo que me bate à porta
quero aquilo que a noite trás
quero a treva
a trova
a morte morta
a vida viva
a porta aberta
quero tudo aquilo que não é
pouco importa se alguém escreve
quero que sejamos todos
Somos multidão
Não à divisão
quero multiplicação
A voz diversa
nada de determinar quem é ou quem não é
abram todas portas
vejam as faces no meio da multidão
elas não são tristes
elas dizem sim
elas riem
nada de fechar janelas
não àqueles que só determinam
não ao não daqueles
que só querem não
Salvador Passos
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
Jean Louis Battre, 2010
27 de maio de 2013
24 de maio de 2013
North Korea’s Justifiable Anger
The corporate media reduces the DPRK (North Korea) to the Kim family and prefaces their names with the terms “madman”, “evil” and “brutal”. Such vilifications of foreign leaders are used here not only to signify they are target for US overthrow. They are meant to intimidate and isolate anti-war activists as being out in left field for ever wanting to oppose a war against countries ruled by “madmen” – be they Saddam, Fidel, Hugo Chavez, Ahmadinejad, Qaddaffi.
Yet to a sensible person, it is crazy that the US, with nuclear weapons thousands of miles from home, in South Korea, denies North Korea has a right to have its own nuclear weapons on its own land – particularly when the North says it is developing nuclear weapons only as a deterrent because the US won’t take its own weapons out of the Korean peninsula.
Missing in what passes for discourse on the DPRK in the corporate media is that the US was conducting month-long war maneuvers last March in Korea, now extended into April, using stealth bombers, undetectable by radar, capable of carrying nuclear weapons. And this year these are not “deterrent” war maneuvers, but “pre-emptive war” maneuvers.
Would the US government and people get a little “irrational” if a foreign country that previously had killed millions of our people, sent nuclear capable stealth bombers off the coasts of New York City, Washington DC, Houston, Miami, Los Angeles, San Francisco, there to fly around for a month in preparation for a possible nuclear attack on us? For what is called, in warped US language, war “games”?
The US may have killed 20% of the population of Korea, said General Curtis Lemay, who was involved in the US air war on Korea. If so, that is a higher rate of genocidal slaughter than what the Nazis inflicted on Poland or the Soviet Union. The Korean War may be unknown ancient history to us, but it is no more ancient history to Koreans than the Nakba is to Palestinians.
North Korea knows that history, and it is warning the US they know what to expect and are arming themselves to prevent it. Are the DPRK leaders “paranoid” or taking justifiable precautions?
What kind of deranged people call war preparations a “war game”? North Korea doesn’t think it’s a “game.” Over 4 million died in the last war to reunify their country that the US divided. If men had an annual rite called “group rape games” wouldn’t we think it a criminal misogynist pathology, and wouldn’t women be justified in being outraged and arming themselves in self-defense?
An accurate reading of the events leading up to the present situation shows that North Korea is responding to US military escalation, and in particular to US refusal to negotiate. This includes a peace treaty to end the Korean War, any steps towards reunifying Korea, the end to the US occupation of South Korea and ending the annual month-long US-South Korean war maneuvers. Even today, it includes US refusal to talk in order to lower the tensions.
North Korea was hit with US/UN Security Council sanctions for a missile launch last year. South Korea sent off a missile this year; were there any sanctions?
Since World War II there have been 9000 missile launches. 4 were by the DPRK. There have been 2000 atomic bomb tests. 3 were by DPRK. No country was sanctioned by the UN Security Council for this. No country except the DPRK. Why wouldn’t the North Koreans be incensed by this double standard, especially when the US has nuclear weapons in South Korea?
The US kill rate in the 1950-53 Korean War equaled more than one 9-11 every day, day after day, for the whole 1100 day war. US people had a scar from one 9-11. So what kind of war scars do Koreans have?
Korea is divided because our country invaded and divided it after the Japanese surrender. The leaders of the DPRK had been fighting the Japanese since the early 1930s, and 200,000 had lost their lives. When Korean liberation was at hand in 1945, the US intervened and blocked it.
The US was supposed to leave in 1948, along with the Soviet Union, but because Kim Il Sung was likely to win planned nation-wide elections, the US made the division permanent and blocked national elections, just as it did later in Vietnam. This lead to the Korean War, the cause of the present militarization: A foreign country divided and occupied their country against their will.
We should play our part to improve the human rights situation in Korea, not only in the North but in the South as well. Both societies are more closed and controlled than our own. Whether being occupied by foreign troops, threatened with war and war maneuvers, or subjected to harsh economic sanctions, this does not facilitate free and open societies.
If we really want more rights for the people of the DPRK then we should stop pointing a gun at their head. If we listened to Kim Jong Un’s message delivered a month ago, ignored by President Obama, “We don’t want war. Let’s talk,” that would only foster a more open society there – and in South Korea, just as we know it would here in the US.
Stansfield Smith is an anti-war and Latin America solidarity activist in Chicago who recently returned from a trip to North Korea [Democratic Peoples Republic of Korea (DPRK)], with Koryo Tours.
Swedish riots rage for fourth night
Police attacked and cars torched in Stockholm suburbs as unrest sparked by long-term youth unemployment and poverty spreads
A car burns in the Stockholm suburb of Kista: Sweden's capital has been hit by some of its worst riots in years. Photograph: Scanpix Sweden/Reuters
Hundreds of youth have burned down a restaurant, set fire to more than 340 cars and attacked police during a fourth night of rioting in the suburbs of the Swedish capital, shocking a country that dodged the worst of the financial crisis but failed to solve youth unemployment and resentment among asylum seekers.
Violence spread across Stockholm on Wednesday, as large numbers of young people rampaged through the suburbs, throwing stones, breaking windows and destroying cars. Police in the southern city of Malmo said two cars had been set ablaze.
Media reports said a police station office was set on fire in Stockholm's southern suburb of Rågsved, where several people were also detained. No one was hurt and the fire was quickly put out.
Rioters defied a call for calm from the country's prime minister, going on the rampage after nightfall damaging stores, schools, a police station and an arts and crafts centre in the four days of violence.
"I think there is a feeling that we need to be in more places tonight," said Towe Hagg, spokeswoman for Stockholm police. One police officer was injured in the latest attacks and five people were arrested for attempted arson.
Selcuk Ceken, who works at a youth centre in the district of Hagsatra, said 40-50 youths threw stones at police and smashed windows before running away.
He said the rioters were in their 20s and appeared to be well-organised. "It's difficult to say why they're doing this," he said. "Maybe it's anger at the law and order forces, maybe it's anger at their own personal situation, such as unemployment or having nowhere to live."
The disturbances appear to have been sparked by the police killing a 69-year-old man wielding a machete in the suburb of Husby earlier this month, which prompted accusations of police brutality. The riots then spread to other poor Stockholm suburbs.
"We see a society that is becoming increasingly divided and where the gaps, both socially and economically, are becoming larger," said Rami Al-khamisi, co-founder of Megafonen, a group that works for social change in the suburbs. "And the people out here are being hit the hardest … We have institutional racism."
"The reason is very simple. Unemployment, the housing situation, disrespect from police," said Rouzbeh Djalaie, editor of Norra Sidan newspaper. "It just takes something to start a riot, and that was the shooting."
Djalaie said youths were often stopped by police in the streets for identity checks. During the riots, he said some police called local youths "apes".
The TV pictures of blazing cars has shocked a country proud of its reputation for social justice as well as its hospitality towards refugees from war and repression.
"I understand why many people who live in these suburbs and in Husby are worried, upset, angry and concerned," said the justice minister, Beatrice Ask. "Social exclusion is a very serious cause of many problems, we understand that."
After decades of practising the Swedish model of generous welfare benefits, Stockholm has reduced the role of the state since the 1990s, spurring the fastest growth in inequality of any advanced OECD economy.
While average living standards are still among the highest in Europe, successive governments have failed to substantially reduce long-term youth unemployment and poverty, which have affected immigrant communities worst.
Around 15% of the population is foreign-born, and unemployment among these stands at 16%, compared with 6% for native Swedes, according to OECD data.
Youth unemployment in Husby, at 6%, is twice the overall average across the capital.
The left-leaning tabloid Aftonbladet said the riots represented a "gigantic failure" of government policies, which had underpinned the rise of ghettos in the suburbs.
As unemployment has grown, the anti-immigrant Sweden Democrats party has risen to third in polls ahead of a general election due next year, reflecting many voters' worries that immigrants may be partly to blame.
While many of the immigrant population are from Nordic neighbours closely tied to Sweden by language or culture, the debate has tended to focus on poor asylum seekers from distant warzones.
Out of a total 103,000 immigrants last year, 43,900 were asylum seekers, almost 50% up from 2011. Nearly half of these were refugees from fighting in Syria, Afghanistan or Somalia, and will get at least temporary residency.
Among 44 industrialised countries, Sweden ranks fourth in the absolute number of asylum seekers, and second relative to its population, according to United Nations figures.
Policing in Stockholm has already been the focus of controversy this year, with allegations that police were picking out darker-skinned immigrants for identity checks on subway trains.
Violence spread across Stockholm on Wednesday, as large numbers of young people rampaged through the suburbs, throwing stones, breaking windows and destroying cars. Police in the southern city of Malmo said two cars had been set ablaze.
Media reports said a police station office was set on fire in Stockholm's southern suburb of Rågsved, where several people were also detained. No one was hurt and the fire was quickly put out.
Rioters defied a call for calm from the country's prime minister, going on the rampage after nightfall damaging stores, schools, a police station and an arts and crafts centre in the four days of violence.
"I think there is a feeling that we need to be in more places tonight," said Towe Hagg, spokeswoman for Stockholm police. One police officer was injured in the latest attacks and five people were arrested for attempted arson.
Selcuk Ceken, who works at a youth centre in the district of Hagsatra, said 40-50 youths threw stones at police and smashed windows before running away.
He said the rioters were in their 20s and appeared to be well-organised. "It's difficult to say why they're doing this," he said. "Maybe it's anger at the law and order forces, maybe it's anger at their own personal situation, such as unemployment or having nowhere to live."
The disturbances appear to have been sparked by the police killing a 69-year-old man wielding a machete in the suburb of Husby earlier this month, which prompted accusations of police brutality. The riots then spread to other poor Stockholm suburbs.
"We see a society that is becoming increasingly divided and where the gaps, both socially and economically, are becoming larger," said Rami Al-khamisi, co-founder of Megafonen, a group that works for social change in the suburbs. "And the people out here are being hit the hardest … We have institutional racism."
"The reason is very simple. Unemployment, the housing situation, disrespect from police," said Rouzbeh Djalaie, editor of Norra Sidan newspaper. "It just takes something to start a riot, and that was the shooting."
Djalaie said youths were often stopped by police in the streets for identity checks. During the riots, he said some police called local youths "apes".
The TV pictures of blazing cars has shocked a country proud of its reputation for social justice as well as its hospitality towards refugees from war and repression.
"I understand why many people who live in these suburbs and in Husby are worried, upset, angry and concerned," said the justice minister, Beatrice Ask. "Social exclusion is a very serious cause of many problems, we understand that."
After decades of practising the Swedish model of generous welfare benefits, Stockholm has reduced the role of the state since the 1990s, spurring the fastest growth in inequality of any advanced OECD economy.
While average living standards are still among the highest in Europe, successive governments have failed to substantially reduce long-term youth unemployment and poverty, which have affected immigrant communities worst.
Around 15% of the population is foreign-born, and unemployment among these stands at 16%, compared with 6% for native Swedes, according to OECD data.
Youth unemployment in Husby, at 6%, is twice the overall average across the capital.
The left-leaning tabloid Aftonbladet said the riots represented a "gigantic failure" of government policies, which had underpinned the rise of ghettos in the suburbs.
As unemployment has grown, the anti-immigrant Sweden Democrats party has risen to third in polls ahead of a general election due next year, reflecting many voters' worries that immigrants may be partly to blame.
While many of the immigrant population are from Nordic neighbours closely tied to Sweden by language or culture, the debate has tended to focus on poor asylum seekers from distant warzones.
Out of a total 103,000 immigrants last year, 43,900 were asylum seekers, almost 50% up from 2011. Nearly half of these were refugees from fighting in Syria, Afghanistan or Somalia, and will get at least temporary residency.
Among 44 industrialised countries, Sweden ranks fourth in the absolute number of asylum seekers, and second relative to its population, according to United Nations figures.
Policing in Stockholm has already been the focus of controversy this year, with allegations that police were picking out darker-skinned immigrants for identity checks on subway trains.
23 de maio de 2013
é proibido proibir
A mãe da virgem diz que não
E o anúncio da televisão
E estava escrito no portão
E o maestro ergueu o dedo
E além da porta
Há o porteiro, sim...
E eu digo não
E eu digo não ao não
Eu digo: É!
Proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir...
Me dê um beijo meu amor
Eles estão nos esperando
Os automóveis ardem em chamas
Derrubar as prateleiras
As estantes, as estátuas
As vidraças, louças
Livros, sim...
(falado)
Cai no areal na hora adversa que Deus concede aos seus
para o intervalo em que esteja a alma imersa em sonhos
que são Deus.
Que importa o areal, a morte, a desventura, se com Deus
me guardei
É o que me sonhei, que eterno dura e esse que regressarei.
E eu digo sim
E eu digo não ao não
E eu digo: É!
Proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir...
Me dê um beijo meu amor
Eles estão nos esperando
Os automóveis ardem em chamas
Derrubar as prateleiras
As estátuas, as estantes
As vidraças, louças
Livros, sim...
E eu digo sim
E eu digo não ao não
E eu digo: É!
Proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir
É proibido proibir...
22 de maio de 2013
Laranja Mecânica, a liberdade assistida da imaginação
O clássico ‘Laranja Mecânica’ (1971), dirigido por Stanley Kubrick, desvela desde o princípio um cenário escatológico. Em um bar alucinógeno, em meio ao qual simulacros de mulheres nuas fazem as vezes de mesas, o protagonista Alex – interpretado magistralmente por Malcolm McDowell – e seus três comparsas tomam leite mesclado a uma série de drogas sintéticas como preparação para a descarga de ultraviolência.
Londres fica premida entre as duas superpotências que regem o mundo durante a Guerra Fria. Não à toa, então, o inglês articulado pelas personagens recebe o aporte de palavras oriundas do russo. “Moloko” (leite), “devotchka” (garota), “glaz” (olho), “govorit’” (falar), “noje” (faca). A língua híbrida modula a atmosfera fílmica, como se a contraditória democracia dos Estados Unidos, democracia que faz os vietnamitas votar à base de napalm e bombas incendiárias, e a ditadura soviética, que convence os tchecos e húngaros sobre as vantagens do socialismo com tanques e AK-47, estivessem (oni)presentes entre os escombros da outrora capital da Revolução Industrial.
Alex e sua gangue entorpecida logo colidem com uma gangue rival – inusitadamente, a trupe de Alex impede que os escroques de Billy Boy estuprem uma moça no palco de um velho teatro abandonado. Quiçá uma metáfora metalinguística de Kubrick para a posição dos espectadores de ‘Laranja Mecânica’: assistimos à cena em que Alex e seus comparsas assistem ao prenúncio de estupro sobre um palco teatral. Kubrick nos torna cúmplices da profunda ruptura ética a que sua obra dá vazão. Billy Boy só não estupra a jovem porque o ímpeto de ejacular a ultraviolência contra os rivais é maior do que a vontade sexual estrita. (O filme apreende a contiguidade subterrânea entre a libido e a violência; “não matarás” e “não cometerás adultério”, historicamente, são tabus violados de forma muitas vezes concomitante durante as guerras; que nos digam os soldados que tomam seus butins de saques, assassínios e estupros com a aquiescência de seus generais cúmplices.) Mas a madrugada de pilhagens havia começado com os uivos de um mendigo bêbado e senil que, antes de ser espancado a mando de Alex, traz uma síntese para nossas cicatrizes éticas:
− Homens na Lua e homens girando ao redor da Terra! Ora, e ninguém mais presta atenção na lei e na ordem aqui embaixo!
Os astronautas americanos e os cosmonautas soviéticos representam a ponta de lança das corridas aeroespacial e armamentista. Ainda assim, Kubrick faz com que um mendigo articule os sentidos e os ressentimentos da utopia enquanto seu corpo é vergado por pauladas e chutes de coturno.
− Qual o problema de vocês? – pergunta o senhor Deltoid, o agente pós-correcional que precisa responder aos superiores burocráticos sempre que o sistema de reabilitação coercitiva não consegue devolver um ex-detento à linha de produção do cotidiano. Devolvamos a palavra ao emparedado senhor Deltoid:
− Já estudamos o problema há mais de um século, mas não fizemos progressos. Você tem um bom lar, Alex, seus pais são carinhosos. Seu cérebro não é ruim. É algum demônio que se apossa de você?
O bom lar de Alex apresenta aos espectadores uma mãe permissiva e proletária que toma comprimidos para poder ser explorada com mais eficiência na fábrica. O pai trêmulo sequer pensa em ditar a Alex o que fazer. Alex, o líder, não tem um cérebro ruim. Eis algumas leituras sublimares que a narrativa de Stanley Kubrick nos sugere como possíveis raízes para a crise. Quanto a um suposto “demônio” que se apodera de Alex, os reacionários (e) resignados dos mais diversos matizes fazem coro com relação à origem dos problemas sociais:
− Trata-se da natureza humana. Somos inequívoca e irremediavelmente maus.
O burguês ressoa seu mantra sempre que envia ao departamento de recursos humanos o relatório mensal que lista a nova leva de funcionários desempregados. Em seguida, uma partida de golfe e uma dose de 12 anos driblam os vestígios de sua consciência. Afinal, “trata-se de leis impessoais. Se eu não demitir, meu concorrente me ultrapassará; se minha empresa naufragar, não serão apenas 500 funcionários e suas respectivas famílias que passarão a ver o mundo pelo olho da rua”. Alex, o líder algo cerebral, entende a lógica burguesa. No entanto, quando o proletário quer agir segundo os mesmos princípios hedonistas, o cálculo utilitário e concorrencial não o favorece. Trabalhar (para os outros) é preciso. Sendo assim, é possível maximizar as satisfações pessoais através de atalhos. Pela interpretação de Alex, o Sermão da Montanha se converte em Sermão da Estepe:
− Vocês querem um carro? É só colher das árvores. Vocês querem uma gostosa? É só pegar.
Logo a vontade de poder de Alex colide com a polícia. De nada adiantam os estudos e as admoestações do senhor Deltoid. Alex acaba cometendo um assassinato e recebe um novo nome no presídio onde é encalacrado: 655321. (Nosso nome é mais prolixo na interminável sequência de números do CPF, a identidade que viabiliza nossa liberdade condicional.)
Em seu novo condomínio gradeado, o ardiloso 655321 logo se aproxima do padre que, por meio do Evangelho segundo Talião, tenta inculcar o medo do inferno nos detentos para fazer com que os lobos vistam peles de cordeiro. Mas o Partido, em sua sanha de atender às demandas dos eleitores para se perpetuar no poder, já tem o devido respaldo estatístico para concluir que os métodos religiosos e prisionais não mais conseguem extirpar a criminalidade. [Os esquadrões de extermínio seguem a rota da periferia (paulistana), mas ainda assim não impedem as metástases do crime.] É preciso lançar mão da revolucionária “Técnica Ludovico”, por meio da qual a ciência asfixia o ímpeto da transgressão quando o delinquente pretende executá-la. Alex se torna a primeira cobaia da técnica que utiliza uma exposição maciça de filmes de violência associada à administração de remédios. Tudo isso para estrangular a imaginação e o livre arbítrio.
Alex 655321: É engraçado como as cores do mundo real só parecem realmente reais quando você as vê numa tela.
A ficção se apodera autoritariamente da realidade e a converte no espetáculo da realidade ficcional. Assim, as frustrações de uma sociedade estruturada sobre a escassez da abundância desigual, a competitividade e o isolamento em meio à massa podem ser canalizadas para a arte rebaixada a entretenimento. A transformação ficcional pressupõe a manutenção da realidade tal como ela circunda a sala de cinema. A tensão se estabelece quando nos damos conta de que o belo filme de Kubrick desenvolvido no coração de Hollywood questiona de maneira crítica (e algo cínica) a erradicação da criminalidade aliada à impossibilidade de agir com liberdade. A “Técnica Ludovico” causa uma náusea profunda e, no limite, um ímpeto suicida naquele que pretende cometer um crime. Assim, Caim deixará de matar seu irmão Abel não pelo fato de não querer fazer o mal, mas por não mais poder agir livremente. Mas eis que o padre irrompe e retoma as vestes da inquisição para colocar o primeiro ministro contra a parede:
− A bondade vem de dentro, ela deve ser fruto de escolhas. Mas, ora, o rapaz na verdade não tem escolha! Ele deixa de ser um malfeitor, mas também deixa de ser uma criatura capaz de escolhas morais.
Eis que o primeiro ministro, após pedir a bênção, esboça uma réplica às críticas sacras:
− Padre, isso são sutilezas. Não estamos preocupados com as éticas elevadas, mas apenas com a diminuição da criminalidade e com a solução para a superlotação de nossas prisões. (Palmas entusiasmadas da plateia de correligionários.) Alex 655321 será o seu verdadeiro cristão pronto a oferecer a outra face, pronto a ser crucificado em lugar de crucificar, profundamente enojado pela ideia de matar até mesmo uma mosca! Redenção, alegria ante os anjos de Deus... E o importante é que a técnica funciona!
O importante é que a realidade funcione, isto é, que se (re)produza através e a despeito de nós mesmos. Os princípios da “Técnica Ludovico” permanecem atualíssimos, se pensarmos que, em nosso cotidiano de liberdade assistida, já não é preciso haver camisas-de-força. A Guerra Fria se foi, já não há antíteses efetivas para o capitalismo de massas. As trombetas dos apologistas ressoam o fim da história. Assim, a imaginação é arregimentada e emoldurada desde o nascimento do olhar. Laranja Mecânica nos faz refletir sobre a introjeção das grades do presídio, sobre o princípio autoritário que aposenta o carrasco para dar lugar à violência etérea e espetacular da indústria cinematográfica – e publicitária. Quando houver um desvio chamado Stanley Kubrick a narrar e a questionar os limites impostos à criatividade, Hollywood logo lhe dará um Oscar e, em meio ao mar de mediocridade que dialoga com a (de)formação do público consumidor, os produtores e investidores converterão a aguda crítica social do filme em ficção sem efetivo enraizamento na realidade.
− Mera imaginação! – sentencia o inventor da “Técnica Ludovico”. Qualquer semelhança com a realidade é mera reincidência.
*Flávio Ricardo Vassoler é escritor e professor universitário. Mestre e doutorando em Teoria Literária e Literatura Comparada pela FFLCH-USP, é autor de O Evangelho segundo Talião (Editora nVersos) e organizador de Dostoiévski e Bergman: o niilismo da modernidade (Editora Intermeios). Periodicamente, atualiza o Subsolo das Memórias, www.subsolodasmemorias.blogspot.com, página em que posta fragmentos de seus textos literários e fotonarrativas de suas viagens pelo mundo.
Retirado da Carta Maior
20 de maio de 2013
18 de maio de 2013
Crucify Your Mind (Sixto Rodriguez)
Crucify Your Mind
(Sixto Rodriguez)
Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak?
And you claim you got something going
Something you call unique
But I've seen your self-pity showing
As the tears rolled down your cheeks
Soon you know I'll leave you
And I'll never look behind
'Cos I was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind
So con, convince your mirror
As you've always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more
And you assume you got something to offer
Secrets shiny and new
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn't whisper to him too
17 de maio de 2013
batuque na calada
BATUQUE NA CALADA
batuque na calada
ela sai descalçada
nem pára na esquina
que me esqueceu
de chamar pra batucar
com ela camela
na calada daquela esquina
do ano passado
no carnaval que era
aquela época era
caramela
purpurina
serpentina
minha mina
agora sai descalçada
batuque na calada
esquininha
mamulenga
caçarola
girafuda
batuque na calada
batucada lavada em chão de botequim
não falou nada pra mim
passou que nem moitola
submarina
metrôla
sambando arrastando confete
pra cima dos outros
escaldada na madruga
dzi croquete
que drag rapá (fred mercuri)
batuque na calada descalçada
suada sebosa
saída da tuba
jocasta
gostosa
batuque na calada tem estudo
metida a estandarte
eu bamba no poste
me olhou de quina
fez fantasma
nem quis competir a fantasia
ela de nu, eu de gnu
ela de nu, eu de gnu
ela de nu, eu de gnu
ela de nu, eu de gnu
e ia
supimpa no pé
agredia minha nostalgia
arredia
vadia
e eu na esquininha do carnaval passado
pingando franga
espiando minha boa
bundiando com outro pileque
batuque na calada
fedorenta
descalçada
pra nem carinho
eu queria mesmo é ser cavaquinho
e tocar porco espinho
acorda moinho
cavalo mansinho
aquaman
vem a feira e vou a forra
nada me importa agora
eu sou de última aurora
Pedro Rocha
16 de maio de 2013
minha poesia não canta nada
minha poesia não canta nada
– como haveria de cantar? –
berra todo nosso sufoco
como um doido na camisa-de-força.
vem do útero do ânus estuprado
do peito doente
da cirrose do fígado.
minha poesia é o pânico
a quarta dimensão terrível
da vida consumada no porto da barra pesada
das penitenciárias dos hospícios
do pervintin da maconha da cachaça
do povo na rua
– do povo de minha laia.
minha poesia é o hino
dos libertinos
q conspiram na noite dos generais...
– como haveria de cantar? –
berra todo nosso sufoco
como um doido na camisa-de-força.
vem do útero do ânus estuprado
do peito doente
da cirrose do fígado.
minha poesia é o pânico
a quarta dimensão terrível
da vida consumada no porto da barra pesada
das penitenciárias dos hospícios
do pervintin da maconha da cachaça
do povo na rua
– do povo de minha laia.
minha poesia é o hino
dos libertinos
q conspiram na noite dos generais...
15 de maio de 2013
14 de maio de 2013
Todas as coisas têm nome
Todas as coisas têm nome
(Têm nome todas as coisas?)
Todos os verbos são atos
(São atos todos os verbos?)
Com a gramática e o dicionário
faremos nossos pequenos exercícios
Mas quando lermos em voz alta o que escrevemos
não saberão se era prosa ou era verso,
e perguntarão o que se há de fazer com esses escritos:
porque existe um som de voz
e um eco - e um horizonte de pedra
e uma floresta de rumores e água
que modificam os nomes e os verbos
e tudo não é somente léxico e sintaxe
Assim tenho visto
Cecília Meireles
(Têm nome todas as coisas?)
Todos os verbos são atos
(São atos todos os verbos?)
Com a gramática e o dicionário
faremos nossos pequenos exercícios
Mas quando lermos em voz alta o que escrevemos
não saberão se era prosa ou era verso,
e perguntarão o que se há de fazer com esses escritos:
porque existe um som de voz
e um eco - e um horizonte de pedra
e uma floresta de rumores e água
que modificam os nomes e os verbos
e tudo não é somente léxico e sintaxe
Assim tenho visto
Cecília Meireles
10 de maio de 2013
Programa de desgoverno
os caracteres não têm caráter
— a vida não é um monte de dados;
o corpo precisa de estimulezas
mais que de informatações;
o meio só é o fim se houver infinitos;
o mistério ainda é mais lírico que as descobertas;
feito assim em arte
— inexatamente é que se diz melhor
Zeh Gustavo
— a vida não é um monte de dados;
o corpo precisa de estimulezas
mais que de informatações;
o meio só é o fim se houver infinitos;
o mistério ainda é mais lírico que as descobertas;
feito assim em arte
— inexatamente é que se diz melhor
Zeh Gustavo
tudo sobre nada
JÁ ESCREVI TUDO SOBRE NADA
VOLTO AGORA AOS PRINCÍPIOS
NÃO PRA RETOMAR OU RETORNAR
NÃO PARA RECOMEÇAR
MAS PRA VER O SER QUE ERA QUANDO FUI
VOLTO AO PRINCÍPIO
DO VERBO
DOS DIZERES
COMO QUEM BUSCA ALGO ESQUECIDO
A BUSCA PRESSUPÕE ALGUMA FORMA DE PRESENÇA NA AUSÊNCIA
ESTA É A BUSCA
AOS PRINCÍPIOS
PARA NORTEAR O SUL QUE ME REGE
Salvador Passos
VOLTO AGORA AOS PRINCÍPIOS
NÃO PRA RETOMAR OU RETORNAR
NÃO PARA RECOMEÇAR
MAS PRA VER O SER QUE ERA QUANDO FUI
VOLTO AO PRINCÍPIO
DO VERBO
DOS DIZERES
COMO QUEM BUSCA ALGO ESQUECIDO
A BUSCA PRESSUPÕE ALGUMA FORMA DE PRESENÇA NA AUSÊNCIA
ESTA É A BUSCA
AOS PRINCÍPIOS
PARA NORTEAR O SUL QUE ME REGE
Salvador Passos
assim mesmo
O verdadeiro
nome das coisas é anônimo
Pois as coisas são assim mesmo ,
Sem nomes
Seu nome é um só
M-I-S-T-É-R-I-O
(mesmo que as palavras sejam outras)
Raimundo Beato
Pois as coisas são assim mesmo
Sem nomes
Seu nome é um só
M-I-S-T-É-R-I-O
(mesmo que as palavras sejam outras)
em plena praça aberta
Somos todos o que somos
Somas de nossas subtrações
Divisão de nossas multiplicidades
Multiplicação de nossas solidões
Uma multidão contida em nós mesmos
Uma solidão eterna
em plena praça aberta
Raimnundo Beato
Somas de nossas subtrações
Divisão de nossas multiplicidades
Multiplicação de nossas solidões
Uma multidão contida em nós mesmos
Uma solidão eterna
em plena praça aberta
Raimnundo Beato
vai tomar...
Meta sua grandeza
no banco da esquina,
vá tomar no verbo
seu filho da letra
meta sua usura
na multinacional
vá tomar na virgem
seu filho da cruz.
Meta sua moral,
regras e regulamentos
escritórios e gravatas
sua sessão solene.
Pegue e junte tudo
passe brilhantina
enfie, soque, meta
no tanque de gasolina.
Tom Zé
9 de maio de 2013
São São Paulo
São, São Paulo meu amor
São, São Paulo quanta dor
São oito milhões de habitantes
De todo canto em ação
Que se agridem cortesmente
Morrendo a todo vapor
E amando com todo ódio
Se odeiam com todo amor
São oito milhões de habitantes
Aglomerada solidão
Por mil chaminés e carros
Caseados à prestação
Porém com todo defeito
Te carrego no meu peito
São, São Paulo
Meu amor
São, São Paulo
Quanta dor
Salvai-nos por caridade
Pecadoras invadiram
Todo centro da cidade
Armadas de rouge e batom
Dando vivas ao bom humor
Num atentado contra o pudor
A família protegida
Um palavrão reprimido
Um pregador que condena
Uma bomba por quinzena
Porém com todo defeito
Te carrego no meu peito
São, São Paulo
Meu amor
São, São Paulo
Quanta dor
Santo Antonio foi demitido
Dos Ministros de cupido
Armados da eletrônica
Casam pela TV
Crescem flores de concreto
Céu aberto ninguém vê
Em Brasília é veraneio
No Rio é banho de mar
O país todo de férias
E aqui é só trabalhar
Porém com todo defeito
Te carrego no meu peito
São, São Paulo
Meu amor
São, São Paulo
Tom Zé
São, São Paulo quanta dor
São oito milhões de habitantes
De todo canto em ação
Que se agridem cortesmente
Morrendo a todo vapor
E amando com todo ódio
Se odeiam com todo amor
São oito milhões de habitantes
Aglomerada solidão
Por mil chaminés e carros
Caseados à prestação
Porém com todo defeito
Te carrego no meu peito
São, São Paulo
Meu amor
São, São Paulo
Quanta dor
Salvai-nos por caridade
Pecadoras invadiram
Todo centro da cidade
Armadas de rouge e batom
Dando vivas ao bom humor
Num atentado contra o pudor
A família protegida
Um palavrão reprimido
Um pregador que condena
Uma bomba por quinzena
Porém com todo defeito
Te carrego no meu peito
São, São Paulo
Meu amor
São, São Paulo
Quanta dor
Santo Antonio foi demitido
Dos Ministros de cupido
Armados da eletrônica
Casam pela TV
Crescem flores de concreto
Céu aberto ninguém vê
Em Brasília é veraneio
No Rio é banho de mar
O país todo de férias
E aqui é só trabalhar
Porém com todo defeito
Te carrego no meu peito
São, São Paulo
Meu amor
São, São Paulo
Tom Zé
Walter Benjamin e o "Caveirão" de Brinquedo
Walter Benjamin e o "Caveirão" de Brinquedo
O brinquedo Roma Tático Blindado (réplica perfeita dos “caveirões” do BOPE no Rio de Janeiro) escandaliza educadores e psicólogos que o acusam de induzir as crianças à violência. Mas se Walter Benjamin estiver correto, a imitação é a grande característica do jogo infantil: reproduzir o mundo adulto no espaço lúdico para subvertê-lo. O problema não só do “caveirão”, mas de todos os brinquedos industrializados, é que esse impulso espontâneo é desviado do jogo para o brinquedo-réplica. O problema não está na violência, mas para onde o impulso pela imitação da violência é conduzido.
ler mais
Ten Immodest Commandments
A friend in Canada recently asked me if the Sixties’ protests had any important lessons to pass on to the Occupy movement.
I told her that one of the few clear memories that I retain from 45 years ago was a fervent vow never to age into an old fart with lessons to pass on.
But she persisted and the question ultimately aroused my own curiosity. What, indeed, have I learned from my fumbling-and-bungling lifetime of activism?
Well, unequivocally I am a pro at coaxing 1,000 copies of a flyer from a delicate mimeograph stencil before it disintegrates. (I’ve promised my kids to take them to the Smithsonian someday to see one of these infernal devices that powered the civil rights and anti-war movements.)
Other than that, I mainly recall injunctions from older or more experienced comrades that I’ve put to memory as a personal Ten Commandments (like you might find in a diet book or inspirational tract). For what it's worth:
First, the categorical imperative is to organize or rather to facilitate other peoples’ self-organization. Catalyst is good, but organization is better.
Second, leadership must be temporary and subject to recall. The job of a good organizer, as it was often said in the civil rights movement, is to organize herself out of a job, not to become indispensable.
Third, protesters must subvert the media’s constant tendency toward metonymy -- the designation of the whole by a part, the group by an individual. (Consider how bizarre it is, for instance, that we have "Martin Luther King Day" rather than "Civil Rights Movement Day.") Spokespeople should regularly be rotated and when necessary, shot.
Fourth, the same warning applies to the relationship between a movement and individuals who participate as an organized bloc. I very much believe in the necessity of an organic revolutionary left, but groups can only claim authenticity if they give priority to building the struggle and keep no secret agenda from other participants.
Fifth, as we learned the hard way in the 1960s, consensual democracy is not identical to participatory democracy. For affinity groups and communes, consensus decision-making may work admirably, but for any large or long-term protest, some form of representative democracy is essential to allow the broadest and most equal participation. The devil, as always, is in the details: ensuring that any delegate can be recalled, formalizing rights of political minorities, guaranteeing affirmative representation, and so on.I know it’s heretical to say so but good anarchists, who believe in grassroots self-government and concerted action, will find much of value in Roberts’ Rules of Order (simply a useful technology for organized discussion and decision-making).
Sixth, an "organizing strategy" is not only a plan for enlarging participation in protest but also a concept for aligning protest with the constituencies that bear the brunt of exploitation and oppression.
For example, one of the most brilliant strategic moves of the Black liberation movement in the late 1960s was to take the struggle inside the auto plants in Detroit to form the League of Revolutionary Black Workers.
Today, "Occupying the Hood" is a similar challenge and opportunity. And the troops occupying the plutocrats’ front yard need to respond unequivocally to the human-rights crisis in working-class immigrant communities.
The immigrant rights protests five years ago were amongst the largest mass demonstrations in U.S. history. Perhaps next May Day we will see a convergence of all movements against inequality on a single day of action.
Seventh, building movements that are genuinely inclusive of unemployed and poor people requires infrastructures to provide for basic survival needs like food, shelter, and healthcare. To enable lives of struggle we must create sharing collectives and redistribute our own resources toward young frontline fighters.
Similarly we must renew the apparatus of movement-committed legal professionals (like the National Lawyers Guild) that played such a vital role in sustaining protest in face of mass repression in the 1960s.
Eighth, the future of the Occupy movement will be determined less by the numbers in Liberty Park (although its survival is a sine qua non of the future) than by the boots on the ground in Dayton, Cheyenne, Omaha, and El Paso. The geographical spread of the protests in many cases equals a diversifying involvement of people of color and trade unionists.
The advent of social media, of course, has created unprecedented opportunities for horizontal dialogue among non-elite activists all over the country and the world. But the Occupy Main Streets still need more support from the better resourced and mediagenic groups in the major urban and academic centers. A self-financed national speakers and performers bureau would be invaluable.
Conversely, it is essential to bring the stories from the heartlands and borders to national audiences. The narrative of protest needs to become a mural of what ordinary people are fighting for across the country, e.g., stopping strip-mining in West Virginia; reopening hospitals in Laredo; supporting dockworkers in Longview, Washington; fighting a fascist sheriffs’ department in Tucson; protesting death squads in Tijuana; or global warming in Saskatoon; and so on.
Ninth, the increasing participation of unions in Occupy protests -- including the dramatic mobilization that forced the NYPD to temporarily back down from its attempt to evict OWC -- is mutually transformative and raises the hope that the uprising can become a genuine class struggle.
Yet at the same time, we should remember that union leaderships, in their majority, remain hopelessly committed to a disastrous marriage with the Democratic Party, as well as to unprincipled inter-union wars that have squandered much of the promise of a new beginning for labor.
Anti-capitalist protesters thus need to more effectively hook up with rank-and-file opposition groups and progressive caucuses within the unions.
Tenth, one of the simplest but most abiding lessons from dissident generations past is the need to speak in the vernacular. The moral urgency of change acquires its greatest grandeur when expressed in a shared language.
Indeed the greatest radical voices -- Tom Paine, Sojourner Truth, Frederick Douglas, Gene Debs, Upton Sinclair, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and Mario Savio -- have always known how to appeal to Americans in the powerful, familiar words of their major traditions of conscience.
One extraordinary example was Sinclair’s nearly successful campaign for Governor of California in 1934. His manifesto, "End Poverty in California Now," was essentially the program of the Socialist Party translated in New Testament parables. It won millions of supporters.
Today, as the Occupy movements debate whether or not they need more concrete political definition, we need to understand what demands have the broadest appeal while remaining radical in an anti-systemic sense.
Some young activists might put their Bakunin, Lenin, or Slavoj Zizek temporarily aside and dust off a copy of FDR’s 1944 campaign platform: an Economic Bill of Rights.
It was a clarion call to social citizenship and a declaration of inalienable rights to employment, housing, healthcare, and a happy life -- about as far away from the timid concessionary Please-Just-Kill-Half-the-Jews politics of the Obama administration as might be envisioned.
The fourth-term platform (whatever opportunistic motivations existed in the White House) used the language of Jefferson to advance the core demands of the CIO and the social-democratic wing of the New Deal.
It was not the maximum program of the Left (i.e., democratic social ownership of the banks and large corporations), but certainly the most advanced progressive position ever espoused by a major political party or U.S. president.
Today, of course, an Economic Bill of Rights is both an utterly utopian idea and a simple definition of what most Americans existentially need.
But the new movements, like the old, must at all cost occupy the terrain of fundamental needs, not of short-term political "realism."
In doing so, why not accept the gift of FDR’s endorsement.
Artigo retirado de: libcom.org
I told her that one of the few clear memories that I retain from 45 years ago was a fervent vow never to age into an old fart with lessons to pass on.
But she persisted and the question ultimately aroused my own curiosity. What, indeed, have I learned from my fumbling-and-bungling lifetime of activism?
Well, unequivocally I am a pro at coaxing 1,000 copies of a flyer from a delicate mimeograph stencil before it disintegrates. (I’ve promised my kids to take them to the Smithsonian someday to see one of these infernal devices that powered the civil rights and anti-war movements.)
Other than that, I mainly recall injunctions from older or more experienced comrades that I’ve put to memory as a personal Ten Commandments (like you might find in a diet book or inspirational tract). For what it's worth:
First, the categorical imperative is to organize or rather to facilitate other peoples’ self-organization. Catalyst is good, but organization is better.
Second, leadership must be temporary and subject to recall. The job of a good organizer, as it was often said in the civil rights movement, is to organize herself out of a job, not to become indispensable.
Third, protesters must subvert the media’s constant tendency toward metonymy -- the designation of the whole by a part, the group by an individual. (Consider how bizarre it is, for instance, that we have "Martin Luther King Day" rather than "Civil Rights Movement Day.") Spokespeople should regularly be rotated and when necessary, shot.
Fourth, the same warning applies to the relationship between a movement and individuals who participate as an organized bloc. I very much believe in the necessity of an organic revolutionary left, but groups can only claim authenticity if they give priority to building the struggle and keep no secret agenda from other participants.
Fifth, as we learned the hard way in the 1960s, consensual democracy is not identical to participatory democracy. For affinity groups and communes, consensus decision-making may work admirably, but for any large or long-term protest, some form of representative democracy is essential to allow the broadest and most equal participation. The devil, as always, is in the details: ensuring that any delegate can be recalled, formalizing rights of political minorities, guaranteeing affirmative representation, and so on.I know it’s heretical to say so but good anarchists, who believe in grassroots self-government and concerted action, will find much of value in Roberts’ Rules of Order (simply a useful technology for organized discussion and decision-making).
Sixth, an "organizing strategy" is not only a plan for enlarging participation in protest but also a concept for aligning protest with the constituencies that bear the brunt of exploitation and oppression.
For example, one of the most brilliant strategic moves of the Black liberation movement in the late 1960s was to take the struggle inside the auto plants in Detroit to form the League of Revolutionary Black Workers.
Today, "Occupying the Hood" is a similar challenge and opportunity. And the troops occupying the plutocrats’ front yard need to respond unequivocally to the human-rights crisis in working-class immigrant communities.
The immigrant rights protests five years ago were amongst the largest mass demonstrations in U.S. history. Perhaps next May Day we will see a convergence of all movements against inequality on a single day of action.
Seventh, building movements that are genuinely inclusive of unemployed and poor people requires infrastructures to provide for basic survival needs like food, shelter, and healthcare. To enable lives of struggle we must create sharing collectives and redistribute our own resources toward young frontline fighters.
Similarly we must renew the apparatus of movement-committed legal professionals (like the National Lawyers Guild) that played such a vital role in sustaining protest in face of mass repression in the 1960s.
Eighth, the future of the Occupy movement will be determined less by the numbers in Liberty Park (although its survival is a sine qua non of the future) than by the boots on the ground in Dayton, Cheyenne, Omaha, and El Paso. The geographical spread of the protests in many cases equals a diversifying involvement of people of color and trade unionists.
The advent of social media, of course, has created unprecedented opportunities for horizontal dialogue among non-elite activists all over the country and the world. But the Occupy Main Streets still need more support from the better resourced and mediagenic groups in the major urban and academic centers. A self-financed national speakers and performers bureau would be invaluable.
Conversely, it is essential to bring the stories from the heartlands and borders to national audiences. The narrative of protest needs to become a mural of what ordinary people are fighting for across the country, e.g., stopping strip-mining in West Virginia; reopening hospitals in Laredo; supporting dockworkers in Longview, Washington; fighting a fascist sheriffs’ department in Tucson; protesting death squads in Tijuana; or global warming in Saskatoon; and so on.
Ninth, the increasing participation of unions in Occupy protests -- including the dramatic mobilization that forced the NYPD to temporarily back down from its attempt to evict OWC -- is mutually transformative and raises the hope that the uprising can become a genuine class struggle.
Yet at the same time, we should remember that union leaderships, in their majority, remain hopelessly committed to a disastrous marriage with the Democratic Party, as well as to unprincipled inter-union wars that have squandered much of the promise of a new beginning for labor.
Anti-capitalist protesters thus need to more effectively hook up with rank-and-file opposition groups and progressive caucuses within the unions.
Tenth, one of the simplest but most abiding lessons from dissident generations past is the need to speak in the vernacular. The moral urgency of change acquires its greatest grandeur when expressed in a shared language.
Indeed the greatest radical voices -- Tom Paine, Sojourner Truth, Frederick Douglas, Gene Debs, Upton Sinclair, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and Mario Savio -- have always known how to appeal to Americans in the powerful, familiar words of their major traditions of conscience.
One extraordinary example was Sinclair’s nearly successful campaign for Governor of California in 1934. His manifesto, "End Poverty in California Now," was essentially the program of the Socialist Party translated in New Testament parables. It won millions of supporters.
Today, as the Occupy movements debate whether or not they need more concrete political definition, we need to understand what demands have the broadest appeal while remaining radical in an anti-systemic sense.
Some young activists might put their Bakunin, Lenin, or Slavoj Zizek temporarily aside and dust off a copy of FDR’s 1944 campaign platform: an Economic Bill of Rights.
It was a clarion call to social citizenship and a declaration of inalienable rights to employment, housing, healthcare, and a happy life -- about as far away from the timid concessionary Please-Just-Kill-Half-the-Jews politics of the Obama administration as might be envisioned.
The fourth-term platform (whatever opportunistic motivations existed in the White House) used the language of Jefferson to advance the core demands of the CIO and the social-democratic wing of the New Deal.
It was not the maximum program of the Left (i.e., democratic social ownership of the banks and large corporations), but certainly the most advanced progressive position ever espoused by a major political party or U.S. president.
Today, of course, an Economic Bill of Rights is both an utterly utopian idea and a simple definition of what most Americans existentially need.
But the new movements, like the old, must at all cost occupy the terrain of fundamental needs, not of short-term political "realism."
In doing so, why not accept the gift of FDR’s endorsement.
Artigo retirado de: libcom.org
8 de maio de 2013
7 de maio de 2013
We are Players in the Game of Revolution
Dir broudas,
Muito bom.
Muito, muito bom.
Se liguem na foto.
Se liguem no texto.
Déjà vu.
Moral da estória: Morfeu é colaborador de Adbusters.
Hasta,
Gonzo, the Great
Micah M. White, 23 April 2013
We are players in the game of revolution: the long cat-and-mouse game between Power and The People that has been raging since our side first demanded democracy in antiquity.
Over the many centuries of civilization since, sometimes the progress of our revolution has been slow and sometimes great leaps have been made in a flash when just the right spark comes along ... but through it all the guiding dream that unites us in a great historical chain has been the same: a people's democracy constituted by liberty, equality and community.
The world is a dark place now. Maybe we are in the Iron Age or the Kali Yuga or the last gasp of a dying species. But during the insurrectionary storms of 2011 to 2012, we saw something at Adbusters: a reason to keep rising up and fighting until the bitter end. We saw that you and I are now closer than any previous generation of humanity has ever been to achieving people's democracy. And not just in my country or your country but in every country. A people's democracy on a global scale is within reach ... if we have the courage to seize it.
All too often The People shy away from their historical destiny. We get scared as a movement both when we fail and when we succeed. The only moments we enjoy are the most fleeting. We look back on our past victories (The French Revolution, The Defeat of Fascism, May 1968, Occupy Wall Street) and, instead of seeing an inspiring proof that we can do it again, better and longer, we accept cynicism. We see only our excesses or the ways we failed to live up to our Ideal. We don't see how close we've come; we only see how far we still have to go. It seems that most of the time The People have failed to take Power primarily out of deference to the elite and fear of their paramilitary police.
Muito bom.
Muito, muito bom.
Se liguem na foto.
Se liguem no texto.
Déjà vu.
Moral da estória: Morfeu é colaborador de Adbusters.
Hasta,
Gonzo, the Great
We are Players in the Game of Revolution
But can we overcome our fear on a collective, species-wide level?Micah M. White, 23 April 2013
We are players in the game of revolution: the long cat-and-mouse game between Power and The People that has been raging since our side first demanded democracy in antiquity.
Over the many centuries of civilization since, sometimes the progress of our revolution has been slow and sometimes great leaps have been made in a flash when just the right spark comes along ... but through it all the guiding dream that unites us in a great historical chain has been the same: a people's democracy constituted by liberty, equality and community.
The world is a dark place now. Maybe we are in the Iron Age or the Kali Yuga or the last gasp of a dying species. But during the insurrectionary storms of 2011 to 2012, we saw something at Adbusters: a reason to keep rising up and fighting until the bitter end. We saw that you and I are now closer than any previous generation of humanity has ever been to achieving people's democracy. And not just in my country or your country but in every country. A people's democracy on a global scale is within reach ... if we have the courage to seize it.
All too often The People shy away from their historical destiny. We get scared as a movement both when we fail and when we succeed. The only moments we enjoy are the most fleeting. We look back on our past victories (The French Revolution, The Defeat of Fascism, May 1968, Occupy Wall Street) and, instead of seeing an inspiring proof that we can do it again, better and longer, we accept cynicism. We see only our excesses or the ways we failed to live up to our Ideal. We don't see how close we've come; we only see how far we still have to go. It seems that most of the time The People have failed to take Power primarily out of deference to the elite and fear of their paramilitary police.
The roof is on fire
Noutro dia me perguntaram:
- Você não vai cortar esse cabelo? Está horrível!
Então pensei... "Será que não condiz com a investidura do cargo? Não estará alinhado aos objetivos estratégicos? Represento um risco institucional!?"
Mas, por fim, respondi:
- Você não está sabendo? Eu sou o Curupira!
Viva a Paranóia Vigilante!
Gonzo
I almost cut my hair
Must be because I had the flu for Christmas
- Você não vai cortar esse cabelo? Está horrível!
Então pensei... "Será que não condiz com a investidura do cargo? Não estará alinhado aos objetivos estratégicos? Represento um risco institucional!?"
Mas, por fim, respondi:
- Você não está sabendo? Eu sou o Curupira!
Viva a Paranóia Vigilante!
Gonzo
I almost cut my hair
'Twas just the other day
It was gettin' kinda long
I could-a said, it was in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why
I want to let my freak flag fly
And I feel like I owe it to someone
Must be because I had the flu for Christmas
And I'm not feelin' up to par
It increases my paranoia
Like lookin' at my mirror and seein' a lit up police car
But I'm not givin' in an inch to fear
I promised myself this year
I feel like I owe it to someone
When I finally get myself together
Get down in some sunny southern weather
Find a place inside to laugh
Separate the wheat from the chaff
'Cause I feel like I owe it to someone
David Crosby
“O que aconteceu em Túnis foi uma sinergia”
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6 de maio de 2013
o berço de tudo
a memória do útero
do líquido amniótico
a semiótica
da linguagem
ilusão de ótica sonora
dos versos que agora imperam
no império dos sentidos sem sentido
incesto do alfabeto
incesto incerto do erro
(incesto entre o certo e o incerto)
que erra a reta e rebate lá na pedra
a fresta das formas inertes
sequer
infere a forma do universo
disforme
reforma dos ditos já ditos
o eco é o feto dos versos
coração materno
na caixa
do peito
pleito dos ritmos primeiros
(caixa plena em pleito)
repete
réplica dos sons no infinito do enquanto
repete a forma dos verbos
repete a alma
e seus encantos
poeta que versa
a plenos berros
de peito já cansado
porém aberto
oh verdade que não há neste mundo
um mundo tão mundo
um mundo tão tudo
um mundo tão pouco pra tudo que resta
e resta tão pouco
mas o resto que falta é tudo que me sobra
a voz que assopra
o eco que eclode
explode
em rosa ritmo e rima
eis que enfim afirma:
fim e princípio
na mesma linha
a rima
o ritmo é berço do mundo
é berço de tudo
é terço da alma
é pleito do pleno
insano repente
Salvador Passos
do líquido amniótico
a semiótica
da linguagem
ilusão de ótica sonora
dos versos que agora imperam
no império dos sentidos sem sentido
incesto do alfabeto
incesto incerto do erro
(incesto entre o certo e o incerto)
que erra a reta e rebate lá na pedra
a fresta das formas inertes
sequer
infere a forma do universo
disforme
reforma dos ditos já ditos
o eco é o feto dos versos
coração materno
na caixa
do peito
pleito dos ritmos primeiros
(caixa plena em pleito)
repete
réplica dos sons no infinito do enquanto
repete a forma dos verbos
repete a alma
e seus encantos
poeta que versa
a plenos berros
de peito já cansado
porém aberto
oh verdade que não há neste mundo
um mundo tão mundo
um mundo tão tudo
um mundo tão pouco pra tudo que resta
e resta tão pouco
mas o resto que falta é tudo que me sobra
a voz que assopra
o eco que eclode
explode
em rosa ritmo e rima
eis que enfim afirma:
fim e princípio
na mesma linha
a rima
o ritmo é berço do mundo
é berço de tudo
é terço da alma
é pleito do pleno
insano repente
Salvador Passos
5 de maio de 2013
I am 25
With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers,
saying:--I did those then
but that was then
that was then--
O I would quiet old men
say to them:--I am your friend
what you once were, thru me
you'll be again--
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
rip out their apology-tongues
and steal their poems.
Gregory Corso
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers,
saying:--I did those then
but that was then
that was then--
O I would quiet old men
say to them:--I am your friend
what you once were, thru me
you'll be again--
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
rip out their apology-tongues
and steal their poems.
Gregory Corso
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