:: translated by mathilda cullen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

communism of spirits/document #1 (the bright work)

 

 

imec, fonds althusser, alt2.a23.03-01. i have always heard the breathing of my
comrade. the telluric shock. résonne dans la conscience commune**. suivi la cabale
des dévots. and the perception of the body as an awkward place of extreme
instability. the stacking of inner forms of thinking. horribly stretched time.
contradictions, gaps, & aporias. that solemn pulsating below. the fatally factual
word. quand il eut passé le pont, les fantômes vinrent à sa rencontre* [nosferatu, de
murnau]. but no one has access to the hierarchy & structure of unconscious
objective imagoes. the lifelong concealment of loneliness & panic [the anticyclical
metamorphoses / le paradox du XXIIe congrès].

 

so the cuts* [coupures] exist. p.101; —
those burning circles. areas of pure cynicism. irruptions
of levity. such ease. of access to realities. he speaks breathlessly
[avoir le souffle coupé*] visibly raging from the islands of a real
existing communism, spaces between & the edges. of ghettos &
dumps. extremely precise & even utopian from the sources of
permanent revision / the obsessions of power … a pinch of
sweetness :: »nego il partito« [la comune di parigi convegno a
terni, 1980] — something that remains constant or almost
constant — che vuoi?

 

the intensification of the compulsory act. explosions of fighting /
the glances. attack where they least expect it. is the expansion
toward a thousand joys. an equality therein. collective forms.
ouvriésme ≠ operaismo. dans ce dérisoire carré de résistance.*
to this picture. the poetics. or better the. communist brain.
the fleeting punctual nausea. [vivere a milano :: la morte di
zibecchi. cf. pos 6 — italy, no. 2]. the tragic sophoclean
subject. equations of time resulting in mirror images.
we know who they are.

 

the langage* of the cut exists. the discursive revolt /comment
dire :: [the beauty of the madness of the heart] // (1er mouvement)
in the rage of st. paul that end of the old world (cor. I, 1, 22),
in those knots of existing barriers. that’s how far he would go.
while everyone ran wild / pushed back onto fault zones …
l’affrontement est un idée spatiale … can’t you see that i’m burning?

 

world in mind. alone as a lesson. the temptation of refuge in
a between (or under) life. to locate the delirium (layers of
memory peeling off one another). gestures of figures. nothing
to waste & nothing to forgive. such an upheaval of general
sensibility. can lead to new forms of thinking. la propulsion poétique.
the small profound slips. [capacité populaire en pouissance*].
glistening, flashing abstractions. that strategic hypothesis. that
coincidence realizes its own idea, oc, p 441. everything is true …

 

 

 

 

 

 

communism of spirits/document #2 (messengers/tendances)

 

 

 

at the beginning; as chaulieu* tells it [drunken boat / the big sleep]
:: the story of a post-insult. synthetic hiding places / broken poetic
zones. those who have everything & those who possess nothing.
we impossible brothers. in the abolition of fluid meanings. which
carry people along their descents. imaginary friendships ground
by decaying teeth. scraped from a powdery card. that kind of
contradiction of greek tragedy. the shifting of spatiotemporal
parameters. acid horizon. the irreparable break in everything ::
where everything comes to a standstill. everything set in motion.
les extremes se touchent. [thucydide, la force et le droit. ce qui fait la
grèce, 3]. approaches of a completely different form. within an
endless loop of slogans & poisonous images. who gain entry by
force [la contraviolenza].

 

to uncoil the inner passions. their current measure. without being
able to say, as i was walking through the unthinkable.* completely new
forms of relating to one another. to derail thinking. in the dense
pattern of egalitarian fragmentations. the circulation of presences.
poliglottia degli stili. of a shattered nucleus. elements of a theory.
encrypted memories. unknown streams of speech. new faculties /
heuristic fields of the commons. as ephemeral as the name of the poet
keats written on water [echoes, p.175]. the realnmovement which
abolishes the current state. just to be clear :: the simple gesture
of mutual aid.

 

there are the hunters & the hunted. the missing link. before the
appearance of monsters. that apocalyptic orange stream of light.
45 degrees at 5 am despite this rain. brain images. the white spots
that become part of the images. transformations in response. of
the social imaginary. guerilla tactics. codes & alien signs. something
that wants to be more than sound or sight. the countertendency
of véga/lyotard & souyri [le marxisme qui n’a pas fini, esprit, janv.
1982, 6, p.11-31] or the super-macho stuff of general creativity. as fiction
becomes reality. there are no distractions. exactement de la même
manière. along the rampant borders. the inhabitants of the jungle,
sometimes¹. quand la maison brûle / nous disons révolution [perceval/
klotz, 2021]. as if in wet towels & cold sheet metal. does the fugitive
smudge the borders. we are never dead enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

communism of spirits/document #3 (5, rue saint benoît/la communauté affrontée)

 

 

without knowing how many people believe the lies. discussions about
poetry. are discussions about denial [»je refuse«]. in which the loss of
the political would be the loss of imaginary self-creation. so i think*.
in a rhythm that corresponds to the degree of emotion. without any
logical connection between each sequence. so that everyone knows
the aspects to be collected & kept apart. to never mistake right &
wrong. different sources sewn into one breath. almost crackle to
silence. yet i have just begun to understand. Moments révolutionnaires
ne résolvent rien mais préfigurent/cf. mai 68/un avenir. [lignes 1998/1
(n° 33), p. 195 – 206]. in which excess is the only measure. even if
it was doomed to fail & all the seats were empty. you know the
wrong thing has its place. it’s no longer a placeholder. cette
allure somnambulique. but i’ve been running in circles?

 

when the members of the party apparatus speak of revolution it’s pornography
[le camion, 1977]. they think in shades of color, in flames, patent formulas
& eat daydreams. while in paris 8 the squatting of migrants continues,
the political can no longer be distinguished from the poetic. she wanders
around like a homeless woman. the thin transparent bones [the flicker of
insecure frequencies] shred by a misconception of loyalty. she says she is
outclassed, socially incomprehensible. the spreading numb. remnants of
a mutilation. rolling into a dull anesthesia. leaflets & communiques appear
& disappear again. it all leads to ruin, leave no traces [comité, n° 1, p.16] what
was most remote nonetheless corresponded with the middle point* [hölderlin
archiv, cod.poet.et.phil. fol.63]. you don’t know what you’re getting
yourself into.

 

 

 

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¹ the ruling of the conseil d’état to move away from their inhumane treatment of migrants in calais which obliged the authorities to provide water & sanitation facilities (and as though to take revenge, the government then had the water inlets installed only a few centimeters above the ground, so that one could not use them without hanging their head in the mud & the migrants could then only drink contaminated water).
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