Butterfly Efect and the Occupy Theory

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

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Best Albuns in “my” History (not in sequence)

Led Zeppelin - IV

Devo - Duty Now For the Future

The Clash - The Clash

The Smiths - Hatfull of Hollow

The B-52's - Mesopotamia

The Doors - The Doors

Kate Bush - The Whole Story

New Order - Brotherhood

The Style Council - Café Bleu

Tears for Fears - The Hurting

Nick Cave - Tender Prey

The Stooges - The Stooges

The Beatles - Revolver

Pixies - Doolittle

Lou Reed - Berlin

Television - Marquee Moon

Queen - A Night At The Opera

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Silversun Pickups - Swoon

Oasis - Definitely Maybe

Roxy Music - Roxy Music

David Bowie - Hunky Dory

The Damned - Phantasmagoria

Aliend Sex Fiend - Acid Bath

Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruits for Rotting Vegetables

Radiohead - The Bends

Van Halen - 1984

Bob Marley - Rebel Music

The Police - Synchronicity

U2 - War

NAPSTER ...

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Reductio ad Absurdum

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Galeria Logan Shirah

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Rock’n Roll ´pout pourri

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Depois que eu Atingi o Satori

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.

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Maxixe Machine – Oil Man – Herói de Curitiba vs Carrasco de NY

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Joseph Brodsky “Eu era apenas quanto”

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

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Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Dog – ou – Como nos Tornamos aquilo que Somos

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)

 

Quem vê o Sol, conhece a verdade é sábio, mas não é possível ficar sentado sob o céu de idéias, precisa voltar à caverna e salvar os outros das sombras (Platão).

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

 

Você procura grandes coisas em sua vida? “Não as procure”. Por que? Porque não existe grandeza nas coisas. As coisas não podem ser maiores, do que elas mesmas. A unica grandeza que existe é na entrega proporcionada pelo Amor.
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Marian vs Nosferatu – Sisters of Mercy vs Murnau

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Thomas Pynchon e a Paranóia

” Não existe Literatura e nem Arte sem paranóia . Provavelmente não haveria nem mesmo Civilização . A paranóia é o mundo . É a tentativa de dar sentido ao que não tem … “

Thomas Pynchon

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O Nosso Destino é Retornar ao Pai! – Ewige Wiederkunft

L.E.Geara

L.E.Geara

L.E.Geara

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English Pronunciation by G. Nolst Trenité

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world. After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation’s OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won’t it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough,
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!

post: https://spelling.wordpress.com/2007/09/05/english-pronunciation/

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