Frente Unida del Terrorismo Poético

Violada no Palco!

2007-02-08T11:51:00.000Z

Foto choc de vitima de uma "violada no palco" (e na plateia as vezes também)

Sampaio de meias altas

2007-02-07T13:47:00.000Z

Made after one of my friend Jorge Freire dreams.

L'ennui du tout

2006-10-23T02:45:00.000+01:00

Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très-vieux,
Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,
S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.
Rien ne peut l'égayer, ni gibier, ni faucon,
Ni son peuple mourant en face du balcon.
Du bouffon favori la grotesque ballade
Ne distrait plus le front de ce cruel malade;
Son lit fleurdelisé se transforme en tombeau,
Et les dames d'atour, pour qui tout prince est beau,
Ne savent plus trouver d'impudique toilette
Pour tirer un souris de ce jeune squelette.
Le savant qui lui fait de l'or n'a jamais pu
De son être extirper l'élément corrompu,
Et dans ces bains de sang qui des Romains nous viennent,
Et dont sur leurs vieux jours les puissants se souviennent,
Il n'a su réchauffer ce cadavre hébété
Où coule au lieu de sang l'eau verte du Léthé.

Spleen de Baudelaire

La Peur nº2

2006-08-28T17:42:00.000+01:00

There is not only the french that are scared, everybody is scared, we all gonna die...Oh please Bush save us from the devil!...Well I'm going to do some shopping, that helps me to feel safe...

J'allume ma télé
Je vois un p'tit gars bien sapé
Il me dit qu'ça craint
Que dehors faut pas y'aller
Que si je veux me sentir bien
Et puis pour ma sécurité
Alors je dois rester chez moi
Aujourd'hui j'ai pas le choix
Je me dit qu'il fait froid
Qu'il a peut-être raison
Il a l'air tellement sérieux sous ses allures de pauvre con

La France a peur
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La police vous parle
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La France a peur
(Ouhhhhh)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
(Ouhhhhh)
La police vous parle
(Aillez confiance)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure

Ensuite ils font parler un type
Qui a pas l'air de manquer de fric
Il me dit que si je veux respirer
Ben c'est pour lui qu'il faut voter
Prendre ma carte du parti
Lui filer quelques billets
Il me dit que si l'air est pollué
Si les francais sont stressés
C'est la faute des immigrés, des clochards et des pédés

La France a peur
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La police vous parle
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La France a peur
(Ouhhhhh)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
(Ouhhhhh)
La police vous parle
(Aillez confiance)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure

Alors écoute bien mon petit gars
Toi qui trône à la télé
Si un jour tu crève de froid
Chez moi faudra pas venir sonner
Et puis si un jour par malheur
Les fachos prennent le pouvoir
Dis toi bien qu'ça sera pas d'la faute
À tous les gens qui broient du noir
De toute facon ne t'en fait pas
Ils auront surement quelque part
Une jolie petite place pour toi
T'aura bien fait ton cinéma (2X)

La France a peur
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La police vous parle
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
La France a peur
(Ouhhhhh)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure
(Ouhhhhh)
La police vous parle
(Aillez confiance)
Tous les soirs à vingt heure

Salut alors là c'est PPD et j'vais vous
raconter une histoire drôle.
Alors là vous voyez au Soudan y'a
150 000 d'mort, mais on en a rien y'a
branler du Soudan parce qu'ya
Germaine, elle s'est coupée le doigt,
et ça fait vachement mal de se couper le
doigt, et y'a Marcel il fait des chaussures
en bois, c'est vachement joli les
chaussures en bois.
Alors tu vois les mecs qui crèvent au
Soudan on en a rien à branler, mais
alors la rien du tout, on en a rien à
foutre !

La France a peur by Mickey 3D

Pic took by Mitch Bacano in Delphi, Lund, Sweden

Songs without Borders by Johan Galtung

2006-03-02T23:36:00.000Z

I went to see Johan Galgung speaking at the AF Building, Lund's University, Sweden. He is a Norwegian professor, working at the Transcend Institute. He is seen as the pioneer of peace and conflict research and founded the PRIO - International Peace Research Institute in Oslo. He talked about the The Coming Decline and Fall of the US Empire and how to reach peace in the new world context. This is one of the text he wrote last year:

"The songs are from different parts of the world, and in
different languages. Most of them are well known. Some are peace
songs.

They all have two things in common.

Even if the content may point in any direction, the songs
are peace. They say yes to life. They are optimistic. And they not
only say it, they sing it. By singing these beautiful songs together
we say yes to each other, to each other together.

Second, they are songs without borders. They speak to all
of us regardless of gender, generation, race, class, nation and state
divides. They are truly globalizing. They are unifying, not dividing.

These are songs for a world where all genders, generations,
races, classes, nations and states struggle together for a life in
dignity for all. The songs include us all, as distinct from the old-
fashioned national anthems that address only a tiny slice of humanity.
You may also like to sing them on the day devoted to those anthems.

Art has an amazing potential for lifting us, uniting us -
and not only the arts of poetry and music, any art:

ART AND PEACE

Let us be lifted by the arts
like the artists have lifted them
upwards, outwards, beyond the ordinary
beyond the run of the mill;
making us see far
beyond borders and cleavages
In our untidy human landscape
into other eyes that
also have been lifted
beyond the ordinary
to be united
in peace."

In the name of god by Ziggy Marley

2006-02-20T01:01:00.000Z

in the name of god you kill
in the name of your god
in the name of god you conquered
in the name of your god

all religion should be wiped out
so that people may just live
what divides us is an illusion
made up by men in their confusion

in the name of god you kill
in the name of your god
in the name of god you conquered
in the name of your god
in the name of god you hate
in the name of your god
in the name of god you boast
in the name of your god

spoke of love no one would listen
seems everyone's trying to prove something
starting over may be the best thing
so stop the bombs and let's begin
cause this war no one can win and
it seems I'll never learn
oh this war no one can win
well it seems I'll never learn

in the name of god you kill
in the name of your god
in the name of god you conquered
in the name of your god
in the name of god
in the name of your god

all religion should be wiped out
save the people stand and live
what divides us is an illusion
made up by men in their confusion

in the name of god you kill
in the name of your god
in the name of god you conquered
in the name of your god
in the name of god you boast
in the name of your god
in the name of god you hate
in the name of your god

in the name of your god why do you kill?
why do you hate?
in the name of god
in the name of god
in the name of god

Pic took by Mitch Bacano in Kulturen Museum, Lund, Sweden

Hasta La Victoria Siempre

2005-11-13T19:10:00.000Z

"Aprendemos a querer te
Desde la històrica altura
Donde el sol de tu bravura
Le puso un cerco a la muerte

Aquì se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Che Guevara

Vienes quemando la brisa
Con soles de primavera
Para planta la bandera
Con la luz de tu sonrisa

Aquì se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Che Guevara

Tu amor revolucionario
Te conduce a nueva empresa
Donde esperan la firmeza
De tu brazo libertario

Aquì se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Che Guevara

Seguirimos a delante
Como cuando te seguimos
Y como Fidel te decimos :
"Hasta Siempre Commandante !"

Aquì se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Che Guevara"

La grande révolution dans l'histoire de l'homme, passée, présente et future, est la révolution de ceux qui sont résolus à être libres. [John Fitzgerald Kennedy]

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

2005-11-07T23:11:00.000Z

Este é o poema mais conhecido do Gil Scott Heron, Poeta, Musico, Escritor e percursor do rap. Foi escrito em 1970 mas ainda esta na actualidade como é normal com texto universais:

"You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
and Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner,
because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in
your bedroom, the tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live. "

By Gil Scott-Heron in "Small Talk at 125th & Lenox Ave". 1970 Flying Dutchman Records.
http://gilscottheron.free.fr/index1.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gil_Scott-Heron

The Poverty of Philosophy

2005-11-07T22:41:00.000Z

Tentem ler este texto até ao fim porque vale mesmo a pena. São textos assim que fazem a riqueza da cultura hip hop:

"Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

Nigga talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.

I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Columbia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.

But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.

But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans.

So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.

Viva la revolution! "

By Immortal Technique in Revolutionary Vol. 1

PS: reconheceram que o titulo da letra era originalmente do Marx?

La Route

2005-10-27T23:29:00.000+01:00

Escrevi essa letra há ja uns tempos, para uma musica que foi criada com um amigo de Paris. Posso dizer que a escrevi sem pensar...mas hoje ela me faz pensar muito...:

"Je vi de vanité et je me nourri du pêché
Tremblante est la poursuite de la connaissance
Seul sage est la noblesse du cœur
Poursuivi par la raison du devoir persécuté
Si le pouvoir donne aisance le reste dépense
Mais il ne sait où se meurt
Son lui-même qui n'échappe pas aux règles
Ni de la vie, ni de la mort
La vie est la mort de la raison
La mort est la vie de la perdition
Et je la fuit, plein de remord
En me cachant de ce pouvoir espiègle

Seul le sage qui attend la clôture de sa fin
La fin du début ramenant au début de la fin
Sait ce qui se passe à l'autre bout de la route
Demande lui donc ce qui t'attend dans cette déroute
Et il te répondra dans une calme totale
« Sans les célestes tout n'est que mort
L'immortalité est dans la beauté astrale
Cherche le pouvoir dans la transcendentalité
De la pensée et non pas dans l'or »

Ainsi en écoutant ses paroles pleines de sérénités
Je poursuit ma quête en guise de raison
Car je suis ici sans pouvoir de décision
Errant dans le but de me découvrir
Une vérité trop souvent écartée
Celle qui me dit tout le temps
Qu'il n'existe pas d'unique vérité
Mais une agrégation de règlement
Visant à nous masquer la vue
Pour qu'on vive repu..."

La Peur nº1

2005-09-21T00:27:00.000+01:00

Medo…
Medo de ser
Medo de parecer
Medo…
Medo de ficar
Medo de partir
Medo…
Medo de descer
Medo de subir
Medo…
Medo de sentir
Medo de mentir
Medo…
Medo de sorrir
Medo de chorar
Medo…
Medo de morrer
Medo de viver
Medo…
Simplesmente infinito.

2005-07-24T20:06:00.000+01:00

Sabotagem Artistica por Hakim Bey

A Sabotagem Artistica esforça-se para ser perfeitamente exemplar mas ao mesmo tempo retém uma certa forma de opacidade - não propaganda, mas choque estético - absolutamente directa ainda que subtilmente direccionada - a acção como metáfora.

A Sabotagem Artística é o lado escuro do Terrorismo Poético - criação através da destruição - mas não pode servir nenhum Partido, nenhum nihilismo, nem mesmo à própria arte. Da mesma maneira que a exclusão da ilusão faz com que a percepção se acentue, a demolição da praga estética adocica o ar do mundo do discurso, do Outro. A Sabotagem Artística serve apenas à consciência, à atenção, ao despertar.

A Sabotagem Artística vai além da paranóia, além da desconstrução - a crítica definitiva - ataque físico sobre a arte ofensiva - jihad estético. A mais leve mancha de trivial egocentricidade ou mesmo de gosto pessoal arruina sua pureza e vicia sua força. A Sabotagem Artística não pode nunca buscar o poder - somente liberá-lo.

Trabalhos artísticos individuais (mesmo os piores) são, em sua maioria, irrelevantes - A Sabotagem Artística procura danificar instituições que usam a arte para diminuir a consciência e que lucram com illusões. Este ou aquele poeta ou pintor não pode ser condenado por falta de visão - mas as Idéias malignas podem ser atacadas através dos artefatos por elas geradas. A musica de supermercado é criada para hipnotizar e controlar - o seu mecanismo pode ser destruido.

Queimar livros em público - porque é que os betinhos e os funcionários do governo devem ter o monopólio dessa arma? Romances sobre crianças possuídas por demônios; a lista de bestsellers do New York Times; tratados feministas sobre pornografia; livros escolares (especialmente aqueles sobre Estudos Sociais, Moral e Cívica, Saúde); pilhas de New York Post, Village Voice e outros jornais de supermercado; compilações escolhidas de editores cristãos; alguns romances da colecçao "Harlequin" - uma atmosfera festiva, garrafas de vinho e charros passados de mão em mão numa bela tarde de outono.

Deitar dinheiro fora na Bolsa foi um acto interresante de Terrorismo Poético - mas destruir o dinheiro teria sido uma excelente Sabotagem Artística. Atacar transmissões de TV e transmitir durante alguns minutos Caos incendiário seria um feito de Terrorismo Poético - mas simplesmente fazer explodir a torre de transmissão seria uma Sabotagem Artística perfeitamente adequada. Se certas galerias e museus merecem o lancamento occasional de um tijolo nas suas janelas - não destruição, mas uma descarga de autosatisfação - então o que dizer dos Bancos? Galerias transformam a beleza em mercadoria, mas os bancos transmutam a Imaginação em fezes e dívidas. Não ganharia o mundo um grau de beleza com cada banco que pudesse ser estremecido... ou derrubado? Mas como? A Sabotagem Artística deve provavelmente manter-se longe da política (é tão chato) - mas não dos bancos.

Não façam greve - vandalizem. Não protestem - desfigurem. Quando te for imposto o Feio, concepções pobres e desperdícios estúpidos, contesta, lança o teu sapato nas obras, retalia. Esmaga os símbolos do Império em nome da nada além do desejo do coração pela virtude.

Imagem : "Shrodinger" por Mkonji

2005-07-24T19:33:00.000+01:00

Le Comment du Pourquoi :

"Ah e tal mas que vem a ser esta merda!" é o que a maioria de vocés devem tar a pensar! Esta merda é uma vontade de exprimir o que nos passa pela cabeça, criticando as nossas proprias criticas, do mundo como de nos mesmos, não seguindo a via do terrorismo poetico, mas servindo se dele para chegar mais perto daquilo que queremos : Nada!
Sim! Nada mesmo! Porque é que temos de querer sempre algo para tudo? Nos não queremos nada e assim é mais facil transmitir algo, algo sem egocentrismo e algo belo! Porque o Belo està em tudo, é so querer olhar para o ver. E onde està o Belo, està a Liberdade...

PS: o que nos fazemos não tem o objectivo de entrar no actual padrão do Belo. Eu pelo menos não tenho vontade nem capacidade para isso.

2005-07-24T18:13:00.000+01:00

Poetic Terrorism de Hakim Bey

Weird dancing in all-night computer-banking lobbies. Unauthorized pyrotechnic displays. Land-art, earth-works as bizarre alien artifacts strewn in State Parks. Burglarize houses but instead of stealing, leave Poetic-Terrorist objects. Kidnap someone & make them happy. Pick someone at random & convince them they're the heir to an enormous, useless & amazing fortune--say 5000 square miles of Antarctica, or an aging circus elephant, or an orphanage in Bombay, or a collection of alchemical mss. Later they will come to realize that for a few moments they believed in something extraordinary, & will perhaps be driven as a result to seek out some more intense mode of existence.

Bolt up brass commemorative plaques in places (public or private) where you have experienced a revelation or had a particularly fulfilling sexual experience, etc.
Go naked for a sign.

Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.

Grafitti-art loaned some grace to ugly subways & rigid public momuments--PT-art can also be created for public places: poems scrawled in courthouse lavatories, small fetishes abandoned in parks & restaurants, xerox-art under windshield-wipers of parked cars, Big Character Slogans pasted on playground walls, anonymous letters mailed to random or chosen recipients (mail fraud), pirate radio transmissions, wet cement...

The audience reaction or aesthetic-shock produced by PT ought to be at least as strong as the emotion of terror-- powerful disgust, sexual arousal, superstitious awe, sudden intuitive breakthrough, dada-esque angst--no matter whether the PT is aimed at one person or many, no matter whether it is "signed" or anonymous, if it does not change someone's life (aside from the artist) it fails.

PT is an act in a Theater of Cruelty which has no stage, no rows of seats, no tickets & no walls. In order to work at all, PT must categorically be divorced from all conventional structures for art consumption (galleries, publications, media). Even the guerilla Situationist tactics of street theater are perhaps too well known & expected now.
An exquisite seduction carried out not only in the cause of mutual satisfaction but also as a conscious act in a deliberately beautiful life--may be the ultimate PT. The PTerrorist behaves like a confidence-trickster whose aim is not money but Change.

Don't do PT for other artists, do it for people who will not realize (at least for a few moments) that what you have done is art. Avoid recognizable art-categories, avoid politics, don't stick around to argue, don't be sentimental; be ruthless, take risks, vandalize only what must be defaced, do something children will remember all their lives--but don't be spontaneous unless the PT Muse has possessed you.

Dress up. Leave a false name. Be legendary. The best PT is against the law, but don't get caught. Art as crime; crime as art.

Zones Autonomes Temporaires (En Français)
Hakim Bey and the Ontological Anarchy (In English)

PS: Este é o texto a partir do qual começamos este novo rumo. Este blog não tem como objectivo de transmitir a messagem de Hakim Bey, este blog é mais uma forma de a partir dele, construirmos outra coisa, uma coisa propria e nossa. O nosso Terrorismo Poetico! Sendo ele mau ou bom...