Heterologias

Let me explain:

THE ISRAELIZATION OF INTERNATIONAL POLITICS

Etiquetas: Barack Obama, Crime, Death, Democracy, Droit, Geo-política, Middle East, Politics, USA A-OK, War on terror

Reconstituição das páginas da edição angolana do primeiro caderno do semanário Sol de 12 de Fevereiro de 2010 que por cá andam esquivas, segundo afamado especialista estrangeiro em arqueologia industrial (que pediu anonimato: diz que não gosta de chocos com tinta)



A PARÁBOLA DO JUIZ E DA JORNALISTA

- A JORNALISTA
O sôtor não acha que o primeiro valor de uma sociedade democrática é a liberdade de expressão?

- O JUIZ (do Norte)
Não.

- A JORNALISTA
... a liberdade de pensamento?

- O JUIZ (do Norte)
Não.

- A JORNALISTA
...a liberdade de opinião?

- O JUIZ (do Norte)

- A JORNALISTA
Está a fugir à minha pergunta.

Da tradição popular

Etiquetas: Angola 62, Authority, capitalism, Castela, Cavaco Silva, chocos com tinta, Colonialism, Crime, Death, Democracy, Disobedience, Droit, Economics, Engenheiros, Liberté, Mass Media, Politics, Pulhice

"Estou aqui para dizer, aos Senhores jornalistas e aos Portugueses, que não é desta forma que me vencem."

Etiquetas: caralho, Crime, Democracy, Engenheiros, foda-se caralho, José Sócrates, Mass Media, Politics, Pulhice

Etiquetas: Body, Colonialism, Crime, Deleuze, Genocide, Geo-política, Holocaust, Liberté, Mass Media, May 68, Middle East, paneleiros, Politics, Predation, Racism, Sexuality, State

Alain Resnais, Smoking / No Smoking, 1993

Je prends un exemple que j'aime beaucoup, parce que c'est le seul moyen de faire comprendre ce que c'est que la jurisprudence. Les gens n'y comprennent rien, enfin, pas tous. Les gens ne comprennent pas très bien. Je me rappelle, moi, le temps où il a été interdit de fumer dans les taxis. Avant, on fumait dans les taxis. Il y avait un temps où on n'avait plus le droit de fumer dans un taxi. Les premiers chauffeurs de taxi qui ont interdit de fumer dans les taxis, ça a fait du bruit, parce qu'il y avait des fumeurs. Et il y avait un, c'était un avocat.
J'ai toujours été passionné par la jurisprudence, par le droit. Si je n'aurais pas fait de philosophie, j'aurais fait du droit, mais justement, pas du droit de l'homme, j'aurais fait de la jurisprudence. Parce que c'est la vie. Il n'y a pas de droits de l'homme, il y a la vie, il y a des droits de la vie. Seulement la vie c'est cas par cas.
Donc, les taxis. Il y a un type qui ne veut pas être interdit de fumer dans un taxi. Il fait un procès au taxi. Je me souviens très bien, parce que là, je m'étais occupé d'avoir les attendus du jugement. Le taxi était condamné. Aujourd'hui, pas de question. Il y aurait le même procès, il ne serait pas condamné le taxi, ce serait le usager qui serait condamné. Mais au début, le taxi a été condamné. Sous quels attendus? Que, lorsque quelqu'un prenait un taxi, il était locataire. Donc, l'utilisateur de taxi a été assimilé à un locataire. Le locataire a le droit de fumer chez lui. Il a le droit d'usage et d'appui. C'est comme s'il faisait de location. C'est comme si ma propriétaire me disait: non, tu ne va pas fumer chez toi. Si, si je suis locataire, je peux fumer chez moi. Donc le taxi a été assimilé à un appartement roulant dont l'usager était le locataire.
Dix ans après, ça s'est absolument universalisé, il n'y a pratiquement plus de taxi où on peut fumer. Au nom de quoi ? Le taxi n'est plus assimilé à une location d'appartement, il est assimilé à un service publique. Dans un service publique, on a le droit d'interdire de fumer. Tout ça est jurisprudence. Il n'est pas question de droit de ceci ou de cela. Il est question de situation, et de situation qui évolue. Et lutter pour la liberté, c'est réellement faire de la jurisprudence.

Gilles Deleuze (1925-1995) entrevistado por Claire Parnet em 1988-89

Etiquetas: Crime, Deleuze, Democracy, Dialectics, Droit, Liberté, Resnais, Smoking / No Smoking

Dwain Esper, Marihuana (1936)



After long hesitation, took hashish at 7 o'clock in the evening. During the day I had been in Aix. I am taking down notes of what possibly follows only to determine whether it will take effect, as my solitariness hardly allows for any other supervision. Next to me a small child is crying, who disturbs me. I think that three quarters of an hour have already elapsed. And yet it has actually been only half an hour. Thus... apart from a very mild absent-mindedness, nothing's happening. I lay upon the bed, read and smoked. All the while opposite me this glimpse of the ventre of Marseilles. (Now the images begin to take hold of me.) The street that I'd so often seen is like an incision cut by a knife.

Certain pages in Steppenwolf , which I read early this morning, were a final impetus to take hashish.

Walter Benjamin (1892-1940), On Hashish (1927-34), Protocol IV: 29 September 1928. Saturday. Marseilles. [Translated by Scott J. Thompson, copyright March 25, 1997]



(Cuidado com a pequena criminalidade: começam no graffiti, passam aos charros e acabam a urrar macacadas com os pretos do jazz e a tomar banho nuas com as outras fufas. Veja-se o caso do Walter Benjamin: morreu novo, aos 48 anos - parece que o ar puro dos Pirinéus foi demais para ele. Bem haja, senhor Giuliani!)

LINHA ALERTA INTERNETA SEGURA: chamem a polícia

Etiquetas: Benjamin, caralho, Crime, Disobedience, Drugs, Dwain Esper, foda-se caralho, Hashish, José Sócrates, mass consumption, politically correct

Alfred Hitchcock (1899-1980), Frenzy (1972)





Murder, mayhem, violence, sex, beautifully, pictorially expressed, lovely costumes, perfect cutting and... a joke or two

Alfred Hitchcock



LINHA ALERTA INTERNETA SEGURA: chamem a polícia

Etiquetas: caralho, Cinema, Crime, Death, Disobedience, Film, foda-se caralho, Hitchcock, José Sócrates, politically correct, Predation, serial killers, Sexuality

Matthias Grünewald (1470/80 - 1528), Isenheim Altarpiece, The Crucifixion (detail), c. 1515, oil on wood, 269 x 307 cm, Musée d'Unterlinden, Colmar

The killing of Christ injures the being of God.
It looks as if creatures couldn't communicate with their Creator except through a wound that lacerates integrity.
The wound is intended and desired by God.
The humans who did this are not less guilty.
On the other hand, �and this is not the least strange,� the guilt is a wound lacerating the integrity of every guilty being.
In this way God (wounded by human guilt) and human beings (wounded by their own guilt with respect to God), find, if painfully, a unity that seems to be their purpose.
If human beings had kept their own integrity and hadn't sinned, God on one hand and human beings on the other would have persevered in their respective isolation. A night of death wherein Creator and creatures bled together and lacerated each other and on all sides, were challenged at the extreme limits of shame: that is what was required for their communion.

Thus "communication," without which nothing exists for us, is guaranteed by crime. "Communication" is love, and love taints those whom it unites.

In the elevation upon a cross, humankind attains a summit of evil. But it's exactly from having attained it that humanity ceases being separate from God. So clearly the "communication" of human beings is guaranteed by evil. Without evil, human existence would turn in upon itself, would be enclosed as a zone of independence: And indeed an absence of "communication"� empty loneliness �would certainly be the greater evil.

Georges Bataille, Sur Nietzsche (1945)

LINHA ALERTA INTERNETA SEGURA: chamem a polícia

Etiquetas: Bataille, Body, caralho, Crime, Death, Disobedience, foda-se caralho, José Sócrates, Literature, politically correct, Scatology, Sexuality

Elizabeth Short’s body, January 15th, 1947, Museum of Death


Oh! Death to Nancy

What is this taht (sic) I can see
Cold icy hands taking hold of me
for Death has come, you all can see.

Hell has open it,s (sic) gate to trick me.

Oh! Death, Oh! Death, can't you spare

me, over for another year!

I'll stuff your jaws till you can't talk
I'll blind (sic) your leg's (sic) till you can't walk
I'll tie your hands till you can't make a
stand.

And finally I'll close your eyes so you
can't see
I'll bring sexual death unto you for me.

B.T.K.
Letter to the police, February 1978



Oh, Anna Why Didn't You Appear

T' was perfect plan of deviant pleasure so bold on that Spring nite

My inner felling hot with propension of the new awakening season

Warn, wet with inner fear and rapture, my pleasure of entanglement, like new vines at night

Oh, Anna, Why Didn't You Appear

Drop of fear fresh Spring rain would roll down from your nakedness to scent to lofty fever that burns within,

In that small world of longing, fear, rapture, and desparation, the game we play, fall on devil ears

Fantasy spring forth, mounts, to storm fury, then winter clam at the end.

Oh, Anna Why Didn't You Appear

Alone, now in another time span I lay with sweet enrapture garments across most private thought

Bed of Spring moist grass, clean before the sun, enslaved with control, warm wind scenting the air, sun light sparkle tears in eyes so deep and clear.

Alone again I trod in pass memory of mirrors, and ponder why for number eight was not.

Oh, Anna Why Didn't You Appear

Letter to Anna Williams, June 1978


"Wanted $2000 Reward", 1923, Philadelphia Museum of Art


Museum of Death, Los Angeles (closed)


LINHA ALERTA INTERNETA SEGURA: chamem a polícia

Etiquetas: Art, Black Dahlia, caralho, Crime, Death, Disobedience, Duchamp, foda-se caralho, José Sócrates, Poetry, politically correct, serial killers, Sexuality