We are waking up from a long blackout. We’re getting up.
I revere every transvestite who gets up
[y the ones that fall too]
Transvestites are the worlds that had to die
in order for us to be here
21. I write in legion. I carry in writing history as a discontinuity A reserve of a path, a factory incompleteness. Crumbled and lost in Time. In an uninterrupted trance. Manifestation of the unconscious. Detachable text. Immersed in the abyss of the unknown. Porous. Hidden/ocult knowledges. Think the common ground of the monster.
20. Earlier this year I was visited. I couldn't see who was visiting me, but I was immersed in disorientation. I had to listen to the daily signals that were sent to me so that I could resume the false illusion of the central axis of my human cognition. I don't know what time it is. It’s been a while since I’ve known what time it is. When I look at the clock, I refer to the calendar that you invented for me. I try to follow the minutes of your world, but it is in disorientation that I guide myself since the birth of my physical carcass. They tried to pathologize me my whole life. I, myself, inserted my body in psychiatric methodologies myself because I am no longer able to keep up with your time. Every night I take medicine so that I can rest my mind and not become entirely the undesirable fugitive.
19. Logos. Soon, this structure, as-we-know it, will cease to exist. It is a desire that has as its starting point the belief in a radical planetary mutation. Abandoning the altar of growth for good. Creating lives that perform a cut in growth. Or to quote Isabelle Stengers here, reinventing modes of production and cooperation that escape the existence of growth and competition.
The altar of growth, that is, the altar inaugurated for the maintenance of the lives of our people in charge (to quote another term by Stengers) continues to propagate the change of the global thermodynamic balance. While they build their bankers in the underground. While they are exploring other Wilderness. While they are buying lots on Mars. The space race has started.
18. I dreamed of a pirate-radio attacking Donald Trump's government broadcasts like the troll attack of Tuesday's afternoon communication. How to hack the bots of Jair Bolsonaro? How to reverse them? How to use the data policy of the companies Google and Facebook in a virulent way? How to develop the counterattack understanding that we are involved in a planetary war?
17. It is necessary to appoint our people in charge. Overheating of the climate. Forest fires. Drought. Hurricanes. Deforestation. Desertification. Melting of polar ice caps. Migration of climatic refugees. Rising sea levels. Disappearance of islands and coastal cities. Extinction of other species. Construction of architectural mega-structures that block the wind in the city of Fortaleza. Ontological comforts. Farming. Real estate speculation. Fashion industry. Unrestrained consumption. Fishing industry. Auto Industry. Extraction of fossil fuels. Oil spills in the oceans. Climate negationists. Defenders of economic growth. Mariana. Brumadinho. Hiroshima. Nagasaki. Chernobyl. Belo Monte. Methane in the Arctic.
16. Responses together with the Earth. Geophysical preservation of memory. Body manufacturing. Awareness of the layers of fictionalized delusion by our people in charge. Find the exit door out of the layers of fictionalized delusion by our people in charge. Decentralization. Redistribution. Reencounter power in the local. Counter-hegemonic ways of habiting the planet.
15. Transition from earthling to earthy (terráqua/terrana). Think about the millimetric construction of movement and gestuality that you have passed again to me. Understand that there is life in every small fraction of time. In the locality of the present. In the deep breath of the milliseconds. Think permanence in response to acceleration. New organizational formats. Smash the order of the body. Route change. Invent a body for yourself. Invent a name for yourself. Reposition. Displace what was previously fixed and rigid. Soften the erect cock of civilization. A cut on the hard stick of the limited ontology of the civilized male. Dodge capture devices, minute by minute, second by second. Look for other ways of communication. Exercise telepathy, as suggested by Jota Mombasa and Michelle Mattiuzzi. Disconnetct from the anthropocentric matrix of thought. Life as process. New logic of construction of meaning. Unknown capabilities. Inject ourselves into the veins of the Ci(y)stem. Receive again the transmission of Earthiness.
14. BRAZIL IS THE COUNTRY THAT KILLS MORE ENVIRONMENTALISTS AND TRANSSEXUALS IN THE WORLD.
BRAZIL IS THE COUNTRY THAT KILLS MORE ENVIRONMENTALISTS AND TRANSSEXUALS IN THE WORLD.
13. When the anesthetic film breaks, other looks arise. It is impossible to look at the world in the same way. Something is revealed to us. A network that spreads like a virus. Creating this network is one of the ways, one of the possibles, one of the ways. Leave/exit tiredness. Try to get out of tiredness. Idea Ventilation networks. Make certainty collapse. Understand the dimension of chaos in alterity. Accept the end of the world as we know it.
We are able to live in a different way. Active pessimism. Networks of strength. Invent dialogue zones. To be able to wake up. To be able to react.
12. Where are you? How are you? Is it calm where you are?
11. Non-hegemonic gaze. Intangible areas of the sensitive. Perceptual displacement. Sensitive skin of the Earth. De-dramatize the human. Logos is noise. Worn Earth. Devastated Earth. Earth as a fundamental political dimension. Extra-cerebral mental powers. Improvisational expressiveness of instinct. The self-expressive autonomy of vital activity. Metacommunicational refolding. City for the people. To live, listening. To exercise silence and listening. Close your eyes. Rest your eyes.
10. Exercise in draining excess. Construction by the senses. Cosmopolitics. Awakening from disciplinary-institutional sleepwalking. Trickster text. The waking up of a sleepwalker. Dancing science. Dance the risk. Take a chance on experimentation. Experimental thriller. For Isabelle Stengers, a sad science is one in which you don't dance. Trance writing.
9. Rethink current temporality. «Playing of undoing certain orders crystallized in the mirror of Time.» Disarticulation of the spatiotemporal frames of history. Disarticulated times. Disconnected times. Other times. Constructed times. Manipulation and invention of times. Possibilities released from the obligation of having to make sense. Or having to mean something. Dream time. Locating oneself in another temporal dimension against the fast time of modern societies. Experience that is born out of astonishment, bewilderment. Cognitive strangeness. Of the order of the sensitive. Of the order of the sensory. What is not explained. Of what words can't account for. Rita Natálio writes following Ailton Krenak: «like a river in a coma that plunges deeper into the earth to escape surface pollution, the possibility of continuing to think implies finding ways to continue running, like a river, and developing affinities / alliances with other agents, such as the earth. Like a fugitive river close to death, the difference between alterpolitics and antipolitics would be precisely the possibility of continuing to think / imagine and develop connections between beings, namely non-humans. Krenak's description thus seems to link indigenous struggle to the non-human, to the possibility of dissolving language and experiencing an impersonal thought-action».
8. I had a night when everything was revealed to me. How can I speak again? We have not been given a leading role in the cosmic drama. They were all there, each one of them. They knew my name. As I escaped like a beetle along the back of their chairs. An instant of clarity before the eternal night. This is becoming my normal. That is not the world I want to live in. I will drown in the dysphoria of the black and cold lagoon of myself.
The well of my immaterial mind. I must not speak anymore. I have reached the end of this dark and disgusting tale. A feeling shut in inside an alien carcass. I've been dead for a long time. Drowning in a sea of logic. That monstrous state of paralysis. I will die. A underintentional death. Maybe it will save me. Maybe it will kill me. Surviving is salvation. Living doesn’t exist. Sleeping: a cyclical fear. It is not the moon, it’s the earth. There is a cosmic work to be done. They want me busy and distracted. They don't care how. With my misplaced attention and my serious nonsense, I could hinder what is being done through me. Myself. Properly myself. Which reveals to me that maybe I'm an agent. They really had to let me guess. They made me forget what they had let me guess. I am an instrument of their work. I've been given much. They gave me everything. Other agents far superior to me also only worked (noises that make speech impossible, the woman seems to be suffocating) just for what they knew (...) very few instructions (...) I’ve already been given a lot. «Speak, speak,» they instructed me. We have not been given a leading role in the cosmic drama. I'm so tired. In the face of my possessive worship I could withdraw and never return. Perhaps, once, he will move from space to that window that has always been open and comes down to our building, lighting it up.
7. Experimentation is the breaking of the skin. It is the removal of the skin. Or the peeling skin for the appearance of another. Perhaps skin with multiple textures. With scales. With fluids. Terrestrial. Maritime. Aerial. With flight possibilities. With the possibility of jumps. Develop paranormalities.
6. THEY ALREADY HAD THIS PROJECT FOR AWHILE AND, I DARE TO SAY, THIS PROJECT OF HUMANITY WAS CONSTRUCTED GRADUALLY, IN AN ALMOST IMPERCEPTIBLE WAY. OBVIOUSLY, THE MORE ATTENTIVE ONES HAD WARNED. IN EVERY EPOCH, THERE WERE APPEALS TO WAKE UP AND CHANGE OUR WAYS OF LIFE. UNFORTUNATELY THE WARNINGS WERE INSUFFICIENT. THE EFFORTS OF THE ATTENTIVE HAVE HAD NO EFFECTS.
5. I WOKE UP SCARED THAT NIGHT. I AM REALLY NOT READY TO TELL EVERYTHING THAT I LIVED IN THAT DREAM. I DREAMT OF TWO BODIES LOOKING FOR WAYS TO SURVIVE A CATASTROPH. AT THE TIME A THREAT ARISED AND DECIMETED PARCELS OF TERRESTRIAL POPULATION. IT WAS TERRIBLE TO WAKE UP. I TOOK TIME TO GATHER MYSLEF. I SPENT A FEW DAYS WRAPPED BY EVERYTHING THAT I LIVED IN THAT DREAM. I TRIED TO CONVINCE MYSLEF THET IT WAS ONLY A DREAM, BUT I BEGAN TO REALIZE THAT WHAT I LIVED WAS IN EVERYTHING, IT WAS REAL. THEY HAD ALREADY ARRIVED, WERE ALREADY OUT THERE. EVERYTHING WAS CAPTURED. WHAT I LIVED IN THAT DREAM WAS A KIND OF REVELATION. AFTER THAT DREAM I COULD NOT RETURN TO WHAT I WAS. THERE WAS A KIND OF EXISTENTIAL REPOSITIONING. THEY ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THE DISPLACEMENT OF WAYS OF SEEING. THEY ARE ONLY INTERESTED IN THE DESTRUCTION OF ALL THAT CAN SAVE US. THEY FOUNDED THIS TIME IN WHICH NOTHING IS GUARANTEED ANYMORE. THEY FORGOT WHERE WE CAME FROM AND THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE US. I NEED TO SPREAD THAT MESSAGE. WE ARE NOT SAFE HERE. THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE EARTH.
4. HIROSHIMA. NAGASAKI. NUCLEAR ACCIDENT IN CHERNOBYL. TOXIC TRASH FROM THE LOVE CHANNEL. LEAKAGE OF PESTICIDES IN BHOPAL.
CESIUM-137 CHLORIDE IN GOIÂNIA. NUCLEAR ACCIDENT OF FUKUSHIMA. OIL SPILL IN THE GULF OF MEXICO. BURNING OIL IN THE PERSIAN GULF. EXXON VALDEZ AND PRESTIGE SHIPS SPILLS. DRAINAGE OF MESOPOTAMIC SWAMPS AND DESERTIFICATION OF THE ARAL SEA. TOXIC ALUMINUM SPILL IN AJKA. EUTROFIZATION OF THE ARARUAMA POND. OIL LEAKAGE IN GUANABARA BAY. OIL LEAKAGE IN THE BASIN OF CAMPOS. BREAKING OF THE MARIANA AND BRUMADINHO DAMS. ATTEMPT TO DISASSEMBLE THE DUNES OF SABIAGUABA.
3. Possible earthy weapons: Performativity of the defensive tactic «Black Bloc» of the alterworld protest movements. Kinship systems and totemic maps of Australian aborigines. Horizontal organizations. New ways of producing subjectivities. Circulation, mobilization and communication created by the Internet. Organizations for guarding and exchanging seeds and traditional sowing in various areas of peasant resistance around the world. Efficient non-bank financial transfer systems of the Hawala type. Differential arboriculture of indigenous Amazonians. Polynesian stellar navigation. «Experimental farmers» from the Brazilian semiarid region. Hyper-contemporary innovations such as the movement of ecovillages. Psychopolitics of technoxamanism. Decentralized economies from community currencies, bitcoin and crowdfunding. Permaculture. Artistic interventions that are willing to break the art / life divide and act directly on the structure, modifying and undermining it. Occupations of deactivated and abandoned buildings. Creation of communes. Engaged hackers. Social movements. Creation of a theater play with 500 people. Preparation for the wars to come and those already in place, creating secret ways of training and deepening defense and attack tactics. Gender bioterrorism. Political experiments such as the creation of collective houses and anarchic resistance collectives. Aboriginal dreams.
11. It establishes itself as a way to survive the apocalypse. To anesthetics. To paralysis. To claustrophobia. To hypochondria. I feel that I must inhabit this risk zone. To inhabit the context of the risk zone. The zone of those who do not seek assimilation. Do not seek beauty. Do not seek harmony. Because harmony as it has been taught to us needs to be questioned, it needs to be calculated. It is through artifice. It is the fabrication of artifice. The artifice as prosthesis. Artifice as political struggle. Artifice as alchemy. It is in alchemy that I find myself today. I feel like I own my own life. I feel that I can feel space in another way. The experience of my body in space. The way I put myself in space. That is all part of this movement because it is this movement that I make. This movement that I produce. I produce artifice. I am a producer of myself.
2. The looks. I try to hide my peeling skin. I'm afraid they're suspicious. Afraid that they suspect that I carry an egg inside me. And while the egg expands, I feel pain. The egg weighs and I feel more and more pain as it grows and tears the walls of my intestine. It burns and I feel like I’m learning new skills that I didn’t know before. It is as if a whole new world has been revealed to me. I realize that I hadn't existed until then. Not completely. An aura of death was always present, hanging on the ceiling, above my head, my body. The aura of death is still here with me, but I decided to face it. I, through twists that are considered diabolical, squeezed my muscles to support the pain caused by the growth of the egg. I try to hide the symptoms, I try to hide from the people around me, but I feel that I can't do it anymore, because the metamorphic transformation has already begun and my scales are becoming visible. Was I turning into a monster, then?
1. Deviation from a unique story. A previous landscape to the pre-existing self. How to put together poetic strategies of resistance? It is necessary to work the sensitive like a war machine. Thinking from an anatomy of the political and the co-presence of heterogeneous temporalities. An anachronia. How to create a zone of indiscernibility where transition between earthling and earthy would be possible? How would it be possible to invent spaces of subversion or traffic, cracks or diversions, infiltrations and submerged cavities?
We want a new organization
that proposes an impediment, a break,
a fissure, a crack that mobilizes
other possibilities of outcome. We’re talking here
from the eye of the hurricane. From the mouth of the tornado. From inside
one of the thousands of black holes in the universe.
We know that every effort is being made to have our existence
mutilated and erased. Efforts that intend to act so that the planetary path ends in an end where the earthlings
will continue to be the heirs of this world.
We do not agree with this outcome.
It is necessary to recognize that
we are at war, understand against
who we are in this war and on which side
we are in that war, carrying out a refusal of the present cosmopolitical agency
established by the Moderns.
Planetary war is the meteor. Planetary war is the meteor that expands the
limits of earthling thinking. The planetary war is the meteor that started with the massacre of everything that did not fit the
profile of what was understood by earthling.
PLANETARY WAR IS THE NEW WAY TO
GOVERN!
The ancient ideal of escape from planet Earth
has failed. There will be no human colonies on
other planets.
A friend told me that she got lost driving the car on the first day of the quarantine. I learned with her that it would not be possible to abandon known paths all at once. It would be necessary to make a combo. So as not to enter the disorientation once and for all. She told me that they were working, the superior agents. And their work was being revealed to us. There was a night when everything was revealed to me. How can I speak again? We have not been given a leading role in the cosmic drama. They were all there, each of them, they knew my name. As I escaped like a beetle along the back of their chairs. Eternal night. May the eternal night come. Let us learn to deal with the dark. With the shadow.
As a permanent alert dissolved in a psychedelic and hallucinogenic cell. Immersed in discontinuity, facing the imposition of a historical linearity. We call for a dissolution of dominance. Counter-hegemonic onslaught. For a displacing of the usual axes of history. Fabricating a shift lever for this heterogeneous conglomerate, in this underworld degraded by an inarticulate collection, by a self-destructive tendency that accesses the inner demon in all of us.
