Cuando era niño leía a Simondón....

nature.

As I have already indicated this is a book arguing for nature. In other words, there’s a belief that the word can still do some work. (In the text I sometimes use ‘Nature’ with a capital N when reference is made to the idea of a fixed and single world, totally outside systems of understanding and acting. I prefer to use ‘nature’, small n, to denote that natures are made but not in ways that are reducible to human meaning systems.) In the following pages, nature (certainly demoted from the capital Nature) is alive and well and living in inner-city Birmingham, in subtropical Africa, in laboratories, on farms, in the offices of European governments, on allotments, and so on,

Hintchliffe - Geographies of natures

Anthopo-poetry

Does this sense of wonder, which Rorty attributes to the poet, not also lie at the root of anthropological sensibility? Like poetry, anthropology is a quest for education in the original sense of the term, far removed from the sense it has subsequently acquired through its assimilation to the institution of the school. Derived from the Latin educere (from ex, “out,” plus ducere, “to lead”), education was a matter of leading novices out into the world rather than, as commonly understood today, of instilling knowledge in to their minds.

https://www.haujournal.org/index.php/hau/article/view/hau4.1.021/665

INGOLD (2014)

Interview

 Studio is a place where realities may be deployées, spread out, made present, re-presented – with a hyphen – by diverse professionals. It doesn’t mean, either, that their specialty does not count, that it would only be a label. All those people are not just participating into a kind of spontaneous brainstorming session. On the contrary, they do come together with their competencies, expertise, knowledge. But in the studio nobody can 'apply' any fixed knowledge. Instead they engage with their bodies, they negotiate with others, depending on what happens, with the possibility of being surprised, and of commuting roles. So, say, in the music studio I am officially the one who writes the lyrics, but as I am sitting there, listening to the work, playing for the public, or reacting to the music, or blaming the sound. The studio allows changing roles, incarnating, embodying the relationships between different kinds of reality, putting them together. All those 'components' come from outside, brought by the professionals, but to become a song they have to be tested, put into question, mixed, and so on. Technically, this also means all this is not a matter of ideas and disputes only: it heavily relies on material intermediaries, as sketches, drafts, more or less elaborated maquettes - anything that can resist, respond, and provoke new ideas. 

(Hennion, Interview. 2016)

Orquestador

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iulbK_hSWlk

1) Arreglo musical como disciplina, transposición del líder
2) Organización
3) Entrenamiento situacional del arreglo
4) Surgimiento del arreglador

Arreglo ->
"Imaginación" de los instrumentos sobre partitura del Piano..

Orejitas Perfumadas (Letra Paoleti , Música Tata Cedrón)

La entrada vale un peso
y da derecho de abrazar
dulcemente a una muchacha
a dar vueltas con ella como un trompo
y a sentir su temblor bajo la palma

Atras se queda el yugo y los patrones
el taller , el mostrador y el cadenera

aquel que manda el que borda el ocho
aquel que ronca es el que raya el suelo

Mesas de lata, cerveza tibia
platito con maní, saco y corbata
milonguita de barrio, noche de bruja..
orejitas perfumadas.

Despues suenan los tangos y las parejas giran
con un brillo de fiebre en la mirada
hay olor a catinga y a brillantina
y hay un goce secreto en cada alma
por un peso compraste el paraiso
y el derecho de abrazar a una muchacha

ya te podes volver al yugo y a la noria
ya te podes bancar otra semana

Santoka

October 1, 1930. Today as I was walking along, I kept thinking
to myself: when there are trains, when there are automobiles,
to walk, and moreover to walk in straw sandals—what an
outmoded, what an inefficient and burdensome way to trav-
el! As a matter of fact, on the road today there were autos
and bicycles passing from time to time, but I met almost no
one who was walking. Nevertheless, by venturing to do
something so ludicrous, I, who am not very clever, justify
my existence.

Santoka

(trad. Burton Watson)

Representando la Vida

La experiencia sensual de las palabras
y del relato de los viejos y viejas lobos y lobas
de mar , de tierra, de desierto.
No tiene nada que ver con los actos, acciones.
El placer viene de la hijaputez del lapiz
que hizo un gol, representando la vida.

domingo, 4 de enero de 2009

Ojo - separaciones

La totalidad es la realidad objetiva en cuyo movimiento la subjetividad sólo puede insertarse como realización. Todo lo que no es realización de la vida cotidiana se incorpora al espectáculo donde está congelada
la supervivencia (hibernación)
y para más, suministrada en rebanadas.
Sólo hay realización auténtica en la realidad objetiva, en la totalidad. El resto es caricatura.

La realización objetiva que se opera en el mecanismo del espectáculo no es más que el triunfo de objetos manipulados por el poder (es la "realización objetiva en la subjetividad" de los artistas conocidos, de las vedettes, de las celebridades del Quién es Quién).

A nivel de la organización de la apariencia, todo éxito, -y así mismo está inflado por la información como si se tratara del único triunfo o del único fracaso posibles.
Hasta el presente, el poder fue el único juez, aunque su sentencia está sometida a presiones.

Sus criterios son los únicos válidos para los que aceptan el espectáculo y se contentan con tener un papel en él. Sobre este escenario ya no hay artistas, sólo hay comparsas.


Vaneigem - Banalidad de Base

Liliputienses " burgueses"

domingo, 5 de septiembre de 2010

Liliputienses " burgueses"

Mis vecinos se debaten las armas que tienen hasta
que el viento frio calma sus penas
quizas alguna brasa vuelve a encender

Sentido comun, hoy tengo ganas de juzgar
como el colibri que echa a pajaros enormes
y pesados que buscan su pequeña semilla
no se espantan, no se espantan con nada

Aletear sin lugar
quiero sacar la fetides poco elegante de cuerpos densos
tampoco soy una sutil pisca de azucar
que cae al amargo te


Si no hay alegria en ese cubo para que estamos
para seguirnos llenando de hiel
no hay a donde ir

Torcida la recta integral
Recta se ve la curvatura
Turbio pasa el tiempo

Cultivando paciencia en la leche
y derramando la miel en las piedras saladas
del acantilado

Roshi Sama

Roshi Sama:
There is a stone here in the graveyard upon which these words are carved: “We were once just as you are now, you will become as we are now.” How is that? The fact is: everyone passes on. Impermanence is swift. No matter how blessed you may feel in your present circumstances, how easygoing, how secure and pleased you are: you cannot hang on to that world. It will be jerked out from under you. Impermanence is swift. The lining of your present life is death. The problem of life and death is no one else’s problem. It is yours to deal with.
And than there are the many desires. You can’t get what you what, it never seems quite right, never enough. Dissatisfaction and frustration seem to surface. There are so very many people who worry about what would seem to be no problem at all. Liberation from suffering. The more you know of this world, the more you see it to be a giant exhibition of suffering. Everywhere you look, you see plenty of examples of misery.
What about you? Have you no pain, no suffering, no worries, no fears? If you honestly think: “Hey, not me. I can meet it as it comes, go with the flow, I am not afraid, I can always be at peace,” than you are fooling yourself, giving yourself license, seeing yourself for what you are not. You are caught up in a self-notion, clinging to an ego-idea. And lost in that self you cannot hear the cry or see the tears of others. If you can overlook those tears, you are not a person of great peace of mind.
The depth of Truth is bottomless. Your interconnection is bottomless. A single grass in the field is perfect Buddha. How utterly one are all things. The grasses, the trees, the great earth, the great sky, all being is born in relation to all things. This is the true self, the perfect self. No matter what: all is goodness. However, because of deluded perception beings fail to realize their inherent Buddha-nature. Truth is universal and complete. Can you receive and embrace thoroughly this one truth?
(…)
There is something urging you to look deeper, something which seeks to be known: don’t you see it yet? Isn’t it clear yet? You are sitting here because you cannot help but seek truth. The genuine seeks to know itself. Truth is seeking truth. That is why you are here, putting heart and mind into meditation. Your time of awakening will come. No one is hopeless. Life is not mean. No one is left out. There is no one who is more or less Buddha than any other. True nature is never lost, never hidden from you. It only seems that you have to go looking for it.
But you have long lifetimes of fooling yourself, protecting your self-cherishing. When you have come to life again, to awakening, it will be so clear that there is no “self” and other.” There is no opposition, just this one reality. What appears as opposition is simply the result of the self-centered view, which is of course the incorrect view. This bad habit and wrong view causes untold suffering, for yourself and for others. And you will continue to create suffering as you go on living in falsehood. You will continue to experience suffering, fear, a sense of lacking, and you’re not helping anybody.
What you think you are, who you think yourself to be is so entirely mistaken. Grasping “self” you obviously fail to see who you really are. You try to hold what cannot possibly be held, for where is there anything fixed? Change is swift. Because you try to hold on you feel so much anxiety, it’s inevitable. How could you know true satisfaction? Dissatisfied you look restlessly out here, out there. Your base-camp is “I, me, mine.” You grasp it, you seek to rely on it. You are relying upon a phantom. You grasp this phantom-self and ceaselessly try to satisfy it. What lengths do we go through to gratify the self. We get what we want for a time and then we lose it, up, down, up and down. We try to rely on our clever thinking. How could there be any true peace of mind? How could you even begin to give to the great universe as you receive? Your compassion could only remain half-baked, locked as you are in “I, me, mine.” You are doing your practice because you have determined to receive life as it is, to come home to Life. You will meet with true self.
(…) We human beings rely on our discriminating intellect. How arrogant we are. “This is mine, this is what I deserve, credit should come here, this is the way it should be.” We compare in contrast and in so doing we shrink our world so small. We get so down on ourselves. We feel so very sorry for ourselves. And, by turn, we are so proud of ourselves. We wonder why the world doesn’t turn as we think it should. We become so dark and down and than we joke to cover our insecurities. Lost in self we can’t help wondering “where is the value of this, what am I doing this for?” We wonder if there is any meaning in what we are doing. What about you? Are you clear, crystal-clear, about what you are doing? What are you living for? Birth, aging, illness and death come quick. Your world as you know it is pulled out from under you in a flash.
It seems no time ago at all that I first met my teacher Daiun Roshi for the first time. I could only judge the world by my own hard held beliefs. We have to break through this, to see the beauty. And here, some fifty-five years have flashed by. Now, here. All the universe is embraced in the One. I can assure you that all is well. All eternity is now, here. Bold, clear, dignified. Now, here, so vivid, so alive, filled with joy, waiting for you to see it. “I will do whatever I can to benefit another.” This is just life as it is, naturally.
Please, please see it: everything is alive. Great, great Alive. This is the happiness of all happiness. And this “now here” can never be destroyed. The light of your eternal life is shining brightly, now. What joy there is in this radiance. Please, take care of yourself, your shining Buddha-self. Become ever more able to appreciate your Buddha-self. That is not to say be arrogant. There is nowhere anyone to feel small, no one to be made small, no one to feel superior, no one toward whom you could feel superior. So who are you to feel vain and proud when your very source is all being? You are supported, you are nurtured, you are guarded by all being. Thanks to all being, together, one, is all the universe. This breath is breathed, so close, always one, always together. Please never forsake the limitless treasure which is you yourself. Be in touch, simply do not look away. Grasp nothing, hold nothing. There is just now, here, fresh, new, alive. Now. Just do you practice with all good grace.

Es necesario cuidarse del inconciente colectivo en todas sus formas, algunas personas más sensibles todavía más. Historias, folklores, comentarios, chimentos, noticias diseñadas por el gobierno de turno o en su contra, entre otras. Hay personas y sustancias mortales (personas, venenos) pero hay una gama de grises que sólo afectan a diferentes personas y en diferentes momentos. Lo bueno y lo malo se cambian los roles tan rápidamente que no hay flexibilidad que aguante. A veces hay que poner el hombro y a veces dejar pasar, ésto se suele aprender cuando ya es muy tarde y reímos con gracia al caer en donde ya nos habían señalado los libros y creíamos que no ibamos a caer.

El árbol de Buda

Ese árbol era una higuera. 
Tiene un olor horrible (te acostumbras igual)
Se llena de aves que gritan para comer los frutos 
de insectos por el azúcar que contienen
y cuando se corta una rama chorrea una sustancia que arde. 

Se puso abajo del árbol más ruidoso del bosque.

El reir de las tragedias

Como el agua que recorrre las
hojas del alambre atravesada
por el Sol formando
un charco purificado
en la calle que doble

Algunos gritan, desbordan represas
de veneno, los que no tenían
nada, ahora, tienen menos

Canalizar a veces es bueno...
a veces no es suficiente

Tendríamos que dejar algunos arroyos
fluir tranquilos, no estamos solos
el oro, no es todo, ni el
hierro

Las represas tientan, el control de la
tierra, sublimada ingeniería

Un momento juntos alivio nuestra
tristeza, luego el viento, luego la
acacia en flor, luego respirar
y ahora continuar...

Defensores de las rocas

He discriminado.
Le he dicho bello al horrible orden de los barrios ricos
Le he dicho feo al bello aroma del cuerpo húmedo

He soñado.
No he cuidado el vidrio al lavarlo
No he sentido el pan en la boca

La gravedad nos tiende hacia abajo
la vida es la resistencia al núcleo de la tierra
Incluye a los árboles, incluye al agua
dentro de los derechos a existir...

Los nuevos mandarines quieren escapar a la muerte
de sus reinos, se llenan de oro moliendo grano a grano las montañas del sur.
Todos sus sabios trabajando en alguna poción de la juventud eterna
Esto no es malo, ni bueno... (cuando explote el sol)
Pero sus ruedas son mentiras y poemas de memoria, sin memoria de sus piedras

Año nuevo, Fracking y Android.

"No intentes hechar abajo sus puertas, no pruebes nuevas medicinas con ellos, cuando las facultades estan vacias, el corazon se llena de luz" Chuang Tzu

Año Nuevo

Perro herido, por cohetes
humanos llora entre las
Piernas de un loco sólo
lleno de Acido; año nuevo
ya amanece se Abre el
Loto criollo en el estanque
Desapego del Pequeño
Terreno
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Android

La música grabada
emerge de mi amante
androide
Moriremos besando el plastico
como un chiste de dibujo
animado
Para este craneo es lo mismo
una pelicula, un abrazo o un tricky...
Lo completo viene por distintos
caminos (10000 sensores)
exige energia y quietud
Sigue esta fonola de 300
dolares reproduciendo musica de los
muertos y sus juguetes
El Sol me obligo y los Gritos del Pueblo
sino
hubiera seguido durmiendo

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Fracking 

Valentia para ponerse un arma
en la cabeza, no para salir de
la piecita
Es hora de Irse, huir, despojar
mas sufrimiento
como el chico que se mete
en el ejercito para escapar de su familia
El mundo siempre fue cruel
vos no sos un niño
un solo pensamiento
ya me lleva al Infierno
Mientras duermo y me mato
el ego mina campos
Introduce Agua quebrando
huesos y 1000 universos pequeños.

Cómo hablar con el bosque, how to speak to forests?

 If ANT fails as a connector of entities, it’s crucial that semiosis, in Kohn’s hands, succeeds. For me, thetwo projects are actually much closer than the author thinks. The following definition of an attempt to bring the reality of forms into the picture, would fit marvelously ANT’s project:


Form, then, is crucial to lives, human and otherwise. Nevertheless,
the workings of this vague entity remain largely undertheorized in
anthropological analysis. This, in large part, is due to the fact that form
lacks the tangibility of a standard ethnographic object. Nevertheless,
form, like the basic intentionality of the pig and the palpable materiality
of its meat, is something real. Indeed, its particular mode of efficacy will
require us to think again what we mean by the “real.” If, as anthropologists,
we can find ways to attend ethnographically to those processes of form
amplification and harnessing as they play out in the Amazon, we might
be able to become better attuned to the strange ways in which form
moves through us. This, in turn, can help us harness form’s logics and
properties as a conceptual tool that might even help us rethink our very
idea of what it means to think.” (Kohn 2013: 160)

Rematerializing thinking as well as rethinking what is real, that’s what is common
to science studies and to anthropology.

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Y es, it  is admirable to begin to think of the forest as what is able to  align growing seeds,  falling trees, startled monkeys, shooting hunters, dreaming fathers, dead mothers,  moving glottises, onomatopoeias, words as symbols, ethnographic documents, all  the way down to the beautifully written text, yes, but when you sum it up by saying  “the forest thinks” you are bound to say “wait a minute, now that you have given  us such amazing continuities, I want my discontinuities back, not the old ones to  be sure, I don’t care about abandoning nature/culture, object/subject, world/words,  but still, I don’t wish to confuse a seed with a dream or a predator with a prey.” And  that’s why, in my experience, the half-life of descriptive theory is about five years!  That’s at least what has happened to ANT’s quickly diminishing returns. And I am  afraid that’s what will happen to this influx of semiosis into ethnography. Ontologi - cal pluralism cannot be achieved through only one mode of existence, no matter  how encompassing it appears to be. 6 

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http://www.bruno-latour.fr/sites/default/files/P-171-KOHN-HAUpdf.pdf



Latour 2014

Refugio en la Forma

“Y todos venían con nimbos y aureolas y glorias, llevando palmas y arpas y espadas y coronas de olivo, en ropajes que tenían tejidos los santos símbolos de sus eficacias, tinteros de bolsillo, flechas, panes, cántaros, grillos, hachas, árboles, puentes, nenes en bañera, conchas, carteras, llaves, dragones, lirios, trabucos, barbas, cerdos, lámparas, fuelles, colmenas, cucharones, estrellas, serpientes, yunques, cajas de vaselina, campanas, muletas, fórceps, cuernos de ciervos, botas impermeables, gavilanes, piedras de molino, ojos en un plato, velas de cera, hisopos, unicornios”.
Ulises (robado de página)joyce

"Quisimos participar en las garantias de invulnerabilidad de la forma de todas las formas y nos hemos puesto en ridiculo como meros sistemas de nervios, quisimos anclarnos en el todo y nos hemos desperdigado en una multiplicidad de sistemas con sus entornos especificos (...) un universo en el que todo tuviera comunicacion con todo y nos hemos explicitado un mundo, en el que casi todo se defiende contra casi todo"

"El paravitalismo atanasico dota al mundo de formas de experiencias de consumacion y felicidad, tomandolas prestadas de la vida sensitiva pasajera y proyectandolas a la post vida, como si fueran intemporalmente repetibles en otra parte elegida, liberadas de su reverso doloroso"

E III - Sltrdijk

Let us recall once more that we are not dealing with a transcription bur minutes
therefore, what is lacking is the impeccable French, the formulaic genre, and the urbane politeness under which a biting irony sometimes shows through. The readers unfortunately~ only see the skeleton of the exchanges.

Latour

When we speak of things belonging to the perceptible world, every
word can be seen in the mind's eye as a suggestion because our memory has
associated the pulp of a living experience with the verbal skeleton of the
word. But things change when forming metaphysical notions because we
never experienced nor lived what they designate, and our memory can add
nothing to the nature of their verbal skeletons. So in a metaphysical text, one
can be tempted to see only a verbal jugglery without true content.

Benoit


Busco alguien que me diga que no quiere morir
pero la compañia teatral es beta

Asi seria, ella lo dejo a el, o el murio
el lo hace solo para descargarse o hay mucho por barrer

la mente es buena
no deja caminar

Y lo saben todos, que alguien lo resuelva
se trata de vos
el poseedor de las antenas
metal luego de fermentacion de grano

Semilla muerta que espera el agua
Virus expectante...que pasa
que hago aca...

Eso silencia las respuestas
que no desenvuelven
ni abren la malla plastica

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«las palabras provienen de una charla colectivesca,
una caja de ventilador, recuerdos olfativos maritimos, senyaladores de locura, en el gris transporte que no permite la lectura.@

Soy un as, que dominio
pero la ola se enrolla cual alfombra
y a lo lejos tus ojos dormidos
reciben el influjo de la marea verdosa
espuma de iodo
remolinos
rompe tu ola en mi frente
las piedran mellan mas
de lo que la sal puede curar

osmosis
se lleva mi dulce
del agua interior...

labios azules, la boca abierta
las gaviotas chillan
en un fondo de viento oscilante.

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