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Somos a contra indicação do Carnaval
Quilombola do tambor digital
Fênix da cinza de quarta, total
O MST das rede social
Sabemos de onde vêm as crianças, não alarma
Assim como eles sabem de onde vêm as armas
Grana dos judeu, petróleo árabe, negócios
Mas sangue e suor são sempre nosso, tio
Vai ter 157, 5 lá
Enquanto a UNICEF vier depois das HK
Sem blefe ou teoria, sem teoria
CDF do que não presta, olha pra esse lugar
E os rapper hoje brinca de cafetão, brinca de cafetão
Histórias, espumante, comemora a própria extinção
Nóiz corre mais que Alain Prost
O prêmio não é depressão que põe pra baixo
Tipo a sombra do Ghost, a nova Tropicália
Velha ditadura, nossa represália
Fuga da vida dura, ação necessária
Por nossa bandeira, isso é a Reforma Agrária da Música Brasileira

post: http://www.vaiserrimando.com/vmb-2011-emicida-e-a-oracao-da-lab_fantasma/

self organization fractal

The 99% movement sweeping the globe is indeed something new under the sun. Little molecular revolutions, the occupations are rhizomes; in this clear revolt against neoliberal “realism” who does not see the spirit of sixty-eight, dormant for a long winter of four decades, awakening once more?

Thinkers have not only the opportunity but in many ways a profound obligation to help focus and organize the will of the people, to help inspire and to amplify revolutionary reflection and affect.

While the medium of thinking is primarily writing, nevertheless theory can help crystalize and push complex systems towards transformation — towards becoming-something-else. This transformation need not, as some might have it, be specified entirely in advance; indeed, such a specification is perhaps impossible.

The self-regulated emergence or becoming of the people’s voice through the consensual decision-making mechanism of general assembly, the thunderous roar of the people’s mic, are things that philosophy should not simply note, or even sit back and interpret, but actively encourage and assist.

It is perhaps incumbent upon theory as well to offer certain precautions, to warn of the various dangers attending the construction of smooth spaces and lines of flight. The warnings should be multiplied as much as the inspiration, at least enough to temper blind enthusiasm. It is certainly true that a smooth space is not enough to save us; we must also foster the continuous development of self-regulating systems, and help conceive and develop other kinds of spaces that can effectively resonate with these novel impulses.

To actively construct a new plane of consistency and create new concepts to populate it, the occupation of theory would be obligated to take up the refrain not only of the multiple and immanence but of the event and its complex genesis or emergence. At any rate, the occupation of theory cannot just amount to a theory of the occupation.

What is the politics of philosophy, rather than the philosophy of the political as such? Theory can illuminate the battlefield, reveal behind politics the spiritual and natural forces animating it: the system of judges whose dream is to crush and regulate desire; the virus of resentment and misery which has turned the world into a madhouse; the searing want that tortures working people all over the world. My hope is that more thinkers will directly engage the occupation; at least to address them, as Zizek did, and encourage them to continue to have the courage to want what they truly desire, as well as to share concerns and certain warnings.

I am inspired by Mirzoeff’s excellent consideration of the 99% movement; he concludes confidently that while it may be difficult to specify precisely what an ‘occupied’ theory might look like, we will figure it out: “As we occupy theory, we’ll find out what it is that we need to learn.”

conjunto de Mandelbrot

The harmony of the world is made manifest in Form and Number, and the heart and soul and all the poetry of Natural Philosophy are embodied in the concept of mathematical beauty. D’arcy Thompson

All organisms are modular: life always consists of sub-organisms which are involved together in a biological network. The interrelations between organ and organism form a series of feedback loops, forming a cascading and complex surface. Each organ parasites off the next, but this segmentation is not spontaneous. Rather, it is development itself, the decoupling of non-communicating spaces for the organization of divergent series. Creative evolution, self-organization and modularity are the same idea.

post: http://fractalontology.wordpress.com/2011/12/01/occupy-theory/#more-1356

: http://fractalontology.wordpress.com/2007/10/16/machines-morphogenesis-and-complexity/#more-239

Antes de buscar a iluminação, as montanhas eram montanhas e os rios eram rios.

Enquanto eu buscava a iluminação,

as montanhas não eram montanhas e os rios não eram rios.

Depois que eu atingi o satori, as montanhas eram montanhas e os rios eram rios.

repost:

Eu era apenas quanto
a tua mão tocasse
ou sobre o que inclinavas,
no breu da noite, a face.

Eu era, embaixo, quanto
notavas turvo, apenas:
traços, no início, vagos;
feições, mais tarde, plenas.

Foste quem logo, ardente,
criou-me a sussurrar,
seja à direita, à esquerda,
a concha auricular.

Foste, a agitar cortinas,
quem, na umidade cava
da boca, introduziu-me
a voz que te chamava.

Eu era cego e, vindo,
sumindo-te de mim,
doaste-me a visão.
Fica um vestígio, assim.

E, assim, criam-se mundos
que são postos de lado,
girando, quando prontos,
presente abandonado.

Em meio, pois, de treva
e luz, calor e frio,
prossegue o nosso globo
seu giro no vazio.

Я был только тем, чего

Я был только тем, чего
ты касалась ладонью,
над чем в глухую, воронью
ночь склоняла чело.

Я был лишь тем, что ты
там, внизу, различала:
смутный облик сначала,
много позже – черты.

Это ты, горяча,
ошую, одесную
раковину ушную
мне творила, шепча.

Это ты, теребя
штору, в сырую полость
рта вложила мне голос,
окликавший тебя.

Я был попросту слеп.
Ты, возникая, прячась,
даровала мне зрячесть.
Так оставляют след.

Так творятся миры.
Так, сотворив их, часто
оставляют вращаться,
расточая дары.

Так, бросаем то в жар,
то в холод, то в свет, то в темень,
в мирозданьи потерян,
кружится шар.

tradução: Boris Schnaiderman e Nelson Ascher

Post: http://antoniocicero.blogspot.com/2008/12/joseph-brodsky-eu-era-apenas-quanto.html

Ando onde há espaço: - Meu tempo é quando (Vinicius de Moraes)

Bandera Nera

Kiss me like the ocean breeze ( Iggy Pop).

Li nas páginas internas das coxas o manual... (L.E.Geara)

O sol na cabeça, você na cabeça (Flavio Venturini)

O cristão não puritano acredita no prazer

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o guerreiro deve viver como se já estivesse morto

Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body? (Morrissey)

Watch and Pray

Pode-se ser justo, se não se é humano. (Lautréamont)

What is a rebel? A man who says no. (Albert Camus)

Ich hore dich rufen Marian ( Wayne Hussey)

Umwertung Aller werte. (Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche)

Sine ira et studio (Tácito)

And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's Forgotten mornings (Dylan Thomas)

Sorrir como se a morte fizesse cócegas com sua foice - foto: M. Bulford