Idea Vilariño
“Yo quiero
yo no quiero
yo aguanto
yo me olvido
yo digo no
yo niego
yo digo será inútil
yo dejo
yo desisto
yo quisiera morirme
yo yo yo
yo
qué es eso?.”
one loves only form
and form only comes
into existence when
the thing is born
Charles Olson, First Maximus Poem
Alenka Zupancic, Sobre la Comedia, mi traducción de On Comedy. (My spanish translation)
I would agree with Alain Badiou that what counts for us as the history of communism or the history of emancipation is above all the history of communist moments, which used to be moments of vanishing or disruption of state powers and of the influence of instituted parties. A moment is not only a vanishing point in time. It is also a momentum: the weight that tips the scales, producing a new balance or imbalance, an effective reframing of what the ‘common’ means, a reconfiguration of the universe of the possible. Nor is it the time of a mere chaotic whirling of unbound particles. Communist moments display higher forms of organization than the routine of bureaucracy. But this organization is always the organization of a dis-order with respect to the ‘normal’ distribution of places, functions and identities.
Jacques Rancière, Communists Without Communism? (from The Idea of Communism)
(Source: de-bel-aizin)
Mythology of Blue: Robert Walser on The Inward Self
With gestures of love the heavens rose and fell. I had become an inward being, and walked as in an inward world; everything outside me became a dream; what I had understood till now became unintelligible. I fell away from the surface, down into the fabulous depths…I was no longer myself, was…
Soleado Cornell (Tomada con instagram)
Art is not a mirror to hold up to society, but a hammer with which to shape it.
Bertolt Brecht (via inside-illusion)
