Jacques Rancière; Seeing Things Through Things / Moscow, 1926

And it is not only in its formal achievements, not only because A Sixth Part of the World is a new word in cinema, the victory of fact over invention, that this film is valuable. It has managed, perhaps for the first time, to show all at once the whole sixth part of the world; it has found the words to force us to be amazed, to feel the whole power, and strength, and unity; it has managed to infect the viewer too with lofty emotion, to throw him onto the screen. In the dusty steppes there are herds of…

Jean-Marie Gleize; An invitation to disorder: poetry, insurrection, and concrete utopia.

  On November 11, 2008, the French government stormed what they called an “anarcho-autonomist cell,” a group who had set up a store in the small village of Tarnac in central France. Accused of “criminal conspiracy to commit a terrorist act,” the members of this group were suspected of having sabotaged the catenaries of a high-speed train. Although most of those arrested were released fairly rapidly, Julien Coupat, the presumed leader of the cell, spent more than six months in jail without trial, under “preventative arrest.” What is particularly striking about this situation, and generally in line with the effects…

Jean-Marie Gleize; Le Livre des cabanes

  4. TROUVER ICI Lecommunismen’est         niunfantasme          niuneprojection utopique           c’est la possibilité    d’amplifier    l’expérience  d’une  joie   la possibilité d’intensifier la joie   il s’agit avant tout de la couleur des choses  de la couleur de l’air                                                    elle disait : L’air est rouge   la joie, la vie, cela, nu, intensifié, nu, vertical, physique, musical.   «Vers le bout du chemin…

Katerina Gogou / AUTOPSY REPORT

  AUTOPSY REPORT 2.11.75 …the body lay face-down in a parallel connecting to the Vatican. One of his hands full of blood gestured in open palm as insult to CPI and the other clutching his genitals to the culture specialists. Blood clotting on his hair as leeches on the veiled homosexual syndromes of all men of earth throughout the realm. His face disfigured by the framework of the class he denied a black and blue volunteer of the ragtag proletariat. The fingers of the left hand broken by social realism thrown away to floodlit trash. The jaw broken by the…

Félix Guattari | IN FLUX

  Maurice Nadeau: Could you briefly explain how your collaboration came into being? Félix Guattari: This collaboration is not the product of a simple meeting of two individuals. Aside from a combination of circumstances, we were also led to it by a whole political context. Initially it was less a question of pooling knowledge than the accumulation of our uncertainties, and even a certain distress in the face of the turn of events after May ’68. We are part of a generation whose political consciousness was born in the enthusiasm and naiveté of the Liberation, with its conspiratorial mythology of…

Miyó Vestrini | Poems

  XII (from NEXT WINTER) for Luis Camilo I get up I do not get up They hate me I tie my tubes I hit a motorcyclist with malice aforethought I surrender to the Oedipus complex I wander I carefully study the differences between dysrhythmia – psychosis – schizophrenia – neurosis – depression – syndrome – panic and I’m pissed left alone in the house when everyone is asleep I buy a magazine that costs six dollars they steal my best friend’s purse they grab me I push him I murder him I remember the umbrella of Amsterdam and the…

Galina Rymbu | Poems

UNTITLED I change at Trubnaya metro and see — fire I get off at the university and see — fire I go down the escalator at Chistye Prudy and see — fire when we fall at Begovaya, at Vykhino, we see — fire, fire, fire boys and girls their eyes filled with blood (to hell with ’68) students in hats with pompons walking silently next to me and suddenly they start to shout: “FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!” suffocating in dark leggings the universities flare up the textbooks of cowardly literature mixed with lusterless works flare up along with me only tonight we became younger and everyone wants to be…

Jean-Marie Gleize; ELEVEN NOVEMBER 2008 / ANARCHY / STATIC SHOTS / CAUGHT IN THE WATER / BEYOND VOICE

  2. ELEVEN NOVEMBER 2008 That night the wind was blowing above the ferns. The sky had fallen like a metal shutter. The scene was almost invisible and mute. One could hear footsteps. * … knocking over, bit by bit, all the obstacles … making each sentence into a fire stand     “the folly of an order” On eleven November at 5 a.m. the police cross Toy-Viam with dogs. The five access roads to the village of Tarnac are blocked. The village is sealed. A helicopter surveys the zone. 150 policemen 60 from the sdat (sous-direction de l’antiterrorisme) 50…

Sean Bonney | Our Death

  Our Death / Abject 2 (after Baudelaire) Great love, that will crush the human world, I wish we could do something to help each other. But today we are separated by so many tedious enemies. They smile at us all day long and ask us about our fever. What is there to say?  That “fever”,  in the way they pronounce it, isn’t much more than a weird reflection of their smile, which in itself is a symbol of their sense of rightness within the so-called world. But that we feel that the five characters that make up the word…

COCYTUS

                Erinnere dich an die Lücke im äussersten Kreis des Kessels (dem aus Eis erzeugten von Luzifers Schwingen) wie wir hinausgelangten still und flink wie eine Maus und mittels einfacher metakognitiver Strategien die Regeln des Marktes begriffen / die Liebe des Geldes zum Konsumenten und wodurch Abhängigkeiten kollabieren, als sei asymptotisches Verhalten dazu bestimmt [was ein Leben durchglüht, / und erst allmählich lässt das Schmerzen der Lunge der Tränenfluss nach, nicht zu klären warum man zittert und warum nicht / wenn sie sagen: denke analytisch vertraue den gewählten Vertretern [dem Rasiermesser an deiner…

POSITIONEN [Hamburg im Juli]

                das Bild eines jungen Terroristen vor Augen, hypersensibel reizbar, der sich auf einen Stuhl setzt als besteige er ein Motorrad / man sagt Majakowski habe mit dem ganzen Körper all seinen Sinnen den in ihm abgelagerten Eindrücken geschrieben [von grausamer Lust gepackt nie in politikfreie Zonen ab- drängen lassen — vom Ende seines Lebens begriffen wie schief vieles von Anfang an gelaufen wie der Ring durch die Nase des Bären des Erdballs – nichts was man lange aushält aber hier im Zentrum des Handels kann nicht jeder Fluchtver- such gestoppt werden /…