O Te, a merda ou o conflito

Sejamos francos, a maioria das vidas são uma merda, embrenhadas de conflitos, privações e frustrações. Para quê ter uma vida?
Havia o dia em que eu acreditava no estabelecido, "naquilo que está", e dizia, estamos a melhorar, estamos bem. Vamos lá!
Mas que interessa estarmos a evoluir?
Mas que interessa estarmos na merda?
Para quê ter uma vida?
Para quê a merda e o conflito?

Well, easy peasy! Dependence. We need, we want, thus, we take, "we greed" BUT The BUT and we fall. Oh Henry!
And what a wonder, and power, and full, feelings ... being able to disconnect. Oh Henry!
Divine ascestism, divine nihilism.

(this is me playing with "My Answer to the Question", making fun of the Tao, of myself, of suicide, and finally, of Miller... I have to explain why this blog is called Pobre Coitado before I forget).

Or maybe I should just go back to Miller...
"I am a free man - and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. What do you want of me? (...) I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to God alone — if He existed!", Henry Miller

inexhaustible - miller and hermeto

As long as it remains inexhaustible, I will be. As long as I find books and vinyls as I found today, I will be.

Paris 1934 - Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
Miller makes me laugh out loud with his cunt international.
Tropic of cancer is an amazing positive line of flight, out of our conceptual-moral reality. Long live his drunken whores and filthy gutters, and his laughter and mine. He is like one of those drunken characters you meet on the street at night: the Chilean cocaine addict singing in Puno or even Paulo or the Beat generation 20 years before. But this drunkard managed to write a book so that sober people can meet him... things the intellectual culture does not keep or grasp. Or does it? With Miller's friends.
May we find such a consistent and vibrant line of flight! The two deterritorialization dimensions here are the extreme deterritorialization of the hedonist present and the respective reterritorialization on the cunt. Reterritorialization on the cunt, ahahahah!

São Paulo 1984 - Happy Parrot, Hermeto Pascoal
Hermeto is just like Miller, a laugh, a 5+3 laugh.

Zhōng guó 600 bc

Wǒ Lǎoshī: Lǎo Zǐ, Sūn Zǐ, Kǒng Zǐ

o médico, o clássico e a sua linha de vôo

Um dia encontrei-o num concerto e daí conversamos de música em música. Mostrou-me depois um concerto no CD do carro. Havia Geza Anda e um dos concertos de Mozart. Foi isto já há muito tempo. Foi ele que me indicou o movimento do dedo sobre a tecla, o jogo de velocidades do dedo, o bater da tecla no dedo, o limite do movimento do dedo, e nos dedos de Anda, mostrou-me uma nova dimensão: Mozart e o clássico.
Dizem-me hoje que pôs fim à vida, "a way out that turns the line of flight into a line of death". Quanto mais recto é o angulo da perfeição clássica mais a necessária curvatura explode e menos resta ao clássico, senão a morte.

Index Librorum Prohibitorum

From Galileo, Copernicus and Bruno to Sartre. From 1500 to 1966.

Examples of noteworthy figures on the Index include Sartre, Voltaire, Rousseau, Hume, Descartes, Bacon, Milton, Locke, Pascal, La Fontaine, Stendhal, Hugo, Flaubert, Beauvoir, Hobbes, Hume, Locke, Mill...

I use this Index Librorum Prohibitorum as an example of an obvious absurdity BUT the absurdities are all but obvious. Our own absurdity is ultimately difficult to recognize, because that recognition moment would have to be... absurd... that's why we will always be surrounded by very large hardcovers covering enormous absurdities...

Brassens en Bolivie

Quand on voyage, il y a des choses qu'on voit mais que se noient dans notre ame et que ne restent pas disponible! Deux ans aprés le voyage: un souvenir!!! Ecoutez.

Il y a 2 ans que je suis arrivé en Bolivie et que j'ai achetté ma guitare: 150 bolivianos (usd$20), elle joue encore! Lá-bas j'ai connu en couple Français qui venait de l'ile de la Reunion: Monsieur e Mme Guilly (?) Après avoir joué un Prelude de Villa Lobos avec ma nouvelle guitare, il m'a chanté cette chanson. Quelle merveille!!!

Baudelaire - Ferré - Spleen

Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle
II nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;

Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
Où l'Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
S'en va battant les murs de son aile timide
Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris;

Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
D'une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
Et qu'un peuple muet d'infâmes araignées
Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,

Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.

— Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l'Espoir,
Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.

— Charles Baudelaire

histoire(s) du cinema

Max Linder: Combat de boxe and Chaplin's professor
Harold Lloyd: Safety Last (1923) and Hey There! (1918)
Buster Stunt Keaton: The General (1927), etc
Charlie Charlot Chaplin: The Immigrant (1917), The Gold Rush (1925), City Lights (1931), Modern Times (1936), and The Great Dictator (1940)
...
Eisenstein: Strike (1925)
...
Satyajit Ray: Pather Panchali (1955)
...
Truffaut: 400 coups (1959)
Godard: Band a Part (1964)
...
Fassbinder: Whity (1971)
...

Marceneiro acima de Pessoa!

My answer to the question - IV - On the possibility of the inexistence of an answer REMAKE

"The 'knowledge' of the philosopher places him among the dreamers,

for knowledge is a dream.

But the philosopher 'knowingly' agrees to dream, to dream of knowledge, agress to 'forget' the lesson of philosophy, only so as to 'prove' that lesson...

it is a vertiginous movement that can go on indefinitely"

"How wonderful and new and yet how gruesome and ironic I find my position vis-à-vis the whole of existence in the light of my insight! ...

I suddenly woke up in the midst of this dream, but only to the consciousness that I am dreaming and that I must go on dreaming lest I perish... (*) ...that among all these dreamers, I, too, the "knower," am dancing my dance,

that the knower is a means for prolonging the earthly dance and thus belongs to

the masters of ceremony of existence,

and that the

sublime consistency and interrelatedness of all knowledge

perhaps is and will be the highest means to preserve the universality of dreaming and the mutual comprehension of all dreamers and thus also the continuation of the dream."

"This philosophical agreement is the reader/writer's contract with the text... The abyss appears when Nietzsche, Freud, Heidegger, Derrida lift the lid of the

most familiar and comforting notions about the possibility of knowledge"

Spivak, Nietzsche, Spivak

Gilbert Simondon on individuation

"In L'individuation psychique et collective, Gilbert Simondon developed a theory of individual and collective individuation, in which the individual subject is considered as an effect of individuation, rather than a cause. Thus the individual atom is replaced by the neverending ontological process of individuation. Simondon also conceived of "pre-individual fields" as the funds making individuation itself possible. Individuation is an always incomplete process, always leaving a "pre-individual" left-over, itself making possible future individuations. Furthermore, individuation always creates both an individual and a collective subject, which individuate themselves together."

Phenomenological Vision

This work impressed me so much! I've seen it this summer in Bienal de Cerveira. Inside the dark room, the wires were completely invisible (in the movie you can see the wires). The lighting is done with a simple group of moving light bars pointing to the wire structure.



Inside the room, the light and the movement of the light got into Existence. I saw the light as an object moving. It was moving exactly the same way everytime but in a different way, either in a different color, or direction, or speed. But the pattern was always there.
But that's not all. I said phenomenology because WE could be THAT light crossing the wires. We are not the wires, we are not the light, we are the "light on the wires", we are that repetition, we are each of those moments were the light gets to the wire.
We are not the wires! Our structure is not the structure of the wires!
We are those explosions of light on the wires. The angles of our structure are the directions of that light on the wires. Our structure is the equation of the speed of that light on the wires.
Humans are the need of the "light on the wires" to escape the wires.

Russian Film - Sergei Paradjanov

My favourite director was Pasolini, but then I met Paradjanov. In this long interview, Paradjanov cites dozens of Russian directors and only one non Russian name appears: Pasolini. He was a fan of Pasolini. I was very suprised to see that, although uninformed, my film criticism is not just nonsense.

Russian Music - Sergei Prokofiev

My favorite Russian composer was Shostakovich, and his bottle bottom glasses, but then I changed to Prokofiev, and my obsession for these 2 or 3 minutes of pure inconsistotragicism (and as disconcerting as Shostakovich).

Swiss Memories

Sometimes I forget the origins of my sweet Swiss memories, and also the origins of my general disbelief in science. It looks good, it sounds great, it is great but it is human, all too human. I have been there.

Post-Structuralist Heidegger

"Heidegger has said it: 'it is not we who speak language, it is language who speaks us'. It structures our world, it structures our sense of time, of identity, of human relations, of love, of violence, and so on. And so, when Foucault, very, very radically... and brilliantly says: 'there is no more man, there is no more author, etc, etc', when deconstruction speaks of language as an autonomous inward turning game as a dance around an infinity of possible meanings, these are ... footnotes to Heidegger.", George Steiner

Footnote:
"In language there are only differences, and no positive terms", Saussure

It's a century long puzzle... Saussure, Husserl, Heidegger, Levi-Strauss, Sartre, Barthes, Foucault, Deleuze, Derrida...

o meu viajar

1
- forma de escape
- forma de distração (férias)
- forma de preguiça
- forma de evitamento (da realidade)
2
- forma de confronto consigo mesmo
- forma de solidão profunda
- forma de desenquadramento absoluto
- forma de encontro com o desconhecido

Todos os dias me vens leitor com vontades de viajar 1 e falas comigo como o viajado.
O meu viajar é o 2, não me venhas com evitamentos.

"Venez jusqu'au bord!"

"Nous ne pouvons pas, nous allons tomber."
"Venez jusqu'au bord!"
"Nous ne pouvons pas, nous avons peur."
"Venez jusqu'au bord!"
Et ils y vinrent.
Et il les poussa.
Et ils volèrent...

Guillaume Apollinaire

Pocket spinozism

I found this pocket spinozism in an old note book (I read Spinoza 3 years after writing this): happiness is freedom and freedom is the absence of internal ghosts and external domination.

Too Late 9/9/9 9:9:9.999

A viralidade é viral?

A massificabilidade é uma propriedade dos elementos de cultura ligeiramente diferente da viralidade. A massificabilidade refere-se à expansibilidade e à não distante durabilidade. A viralidade refere-se à necessária reprodutibilidade dos elementos massificáveis.

A frase do dia foi ouvida fora do contexto: "as pessoas têm de começar a entender X"

Primeiro é necessário imaginar que esta pessoa algures no passado não tinha conhecimento de X, no entanto, neste momento, não só detinha esse conhecimento, como o reproduzia. Ora, é assim que funcionam os virus.

Esta frase em si denota a existência de um mecanismo de transmissão, como a maquinaria de uma célula utilizada pelo virus para se reproduzir.
A célula neste caso é um pobre aparelho linguístico que, em determinado momento, não tinha conhecimento de X, mas que, pobre, foi infectado e passa, não só a deter o conhecimento (X, o virus) mas a reproduzi-lo, alegre.

"as pessoas têm de começar a entender a viralidade": um pobre coitado, alegre.

Venezuela - Puerto Colombia - Playa Grande

Quando me pedem sugestões de destinos de férias paradisíacos eu falo sempre de Bali, das Pipi e outros. Mas deixo sempre o melhor para o fim:

Massificabilidade

Entre os muitos draft posts não publicados deste blog há um sobre as razões da não massificação das culturas locais e a importação de algo mais massificável e consequente cópia local.
Deixo aqui o que julgo ser um exemplo de algo profundamente incompatível com uma cultura de massas capitalista e seus grandes bastiões: o positivismo, a individualização (unicidade individual) e a mono-personalidade.

Cansaço
Amália Rodrigues

Por trás do espelho quem está
De olhos fixados nos meus?
Alguém que passou por cá
E seguiu ao deus-dará
Deixando os olhos nos meus.

Quem dorme na minha cama,
E tenta sonhar meus sonhos?
Alguém morreu nesta cama,
E lá de longe me chama
Misturada nos meus sonhos.
Tudo o que faço ou não faço,
Outros fizeram assim
Daí este meu cansaço
De sentir que quanto faço
Não é feito só por mim.

Artaud

"all art embodies and intensifies the underlying brutalities of life to recreate the thrill of experience..."

Meeting a Master

I do keep strong memories of the moment I meet a master...

I remember the starting frames of Fellini,
I remember the first chapter of Oppenheim.
I remember the first glance into Goya,
I remember the first page of Belo,
I remember the first hour of Fassbinder. It was yesterday.