terça-feira, 20 de julho de 2010

Poetic Terrorism

By 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 manuscripts. 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 guerrilla 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.

Pony carousel is?
Well, the pleasure of childhood toys ...
or the agony of being pierced by an iron bar!

terça-feira, 29 de junho de 2010

Dilma e Franklin Martins Confessam Seus Crimes no Regime Militar


O que Dilma fez durante os anos 80 e 90 que valessem uma candidatura a presidencia?

domingo, 20 de junho de 2010

Iron Maiden and "The Final Frontier"

Structures have been shattered...
Foundations groaned...
and the gods smiled music...

The greatest band of all time - including those that have not happened, despite the weather being a very relative concept (look at the pun) ;) - released his last breath...

The Final Frontier
tears...
smiles and tears...

In the band there is no masked idiot who only knows how to play guitar and do crafts on the street...

The Final Frontier The title is self explanatory, but remember that from the beginning the band has already made plans to prduzir 15 studio albums.

The fact that the last album the band has a ambienção Sci Fi has just acquired a double meaning: the first and most logical, is that the sky is no longer the limit, and the last frontier protrudes beyond... the band rises to infinity, the unknown, and turns the "death" in "transcendence." Maiden therefore not die and neither will your retirement...

The second effect, less noticed, goes against the great classics of science fiction literature - which is the passion of the guys. The Maiden has several homages to the genre.
The case is that relativity (where time traveler is different from the time of the observer) was explored by great authors, when they wrote up stellar travel ... then, the project to the infinity of space, you "die" for those left on Earth... but still alive, in two moments, which are their present and future who was - or was born - on Earth.

So, for me, the Maiden will never die in fact: it is in the infinte... traveling...

Iron Show in Texas: The entrance to Eddie:


Play "The Final Frontier"
Now: Iron Maiden is making his first intergalactic tour. That's when space pirates attack the ship's band ... members are saved, but the equipment is drifting through space!
It's up to you to help Eddie in the search for the equipment of the biggest band in the universe!

quinta-feira, 17 de junho de 2010

A ovelha

Um pastor de ovelhas estava cuidando de seu rebanho, quando surgiu pelo inóspito caminho uma Pajero 4×4 toda equipada.
Parou na frente do velhinho e desceu um cara de não mais que 30 anos, terno preto, camisa branca Hugo Boss, gravata italiana, sapatos moderníssimos bicolores, que disse:
- Senhor, se eu adivinhar quantas ovelhas o senhor tem, o senhor me dá uma?
- Sim, respondeu o velhinho meio desconfiado.
Então o cara volta pra Pajero, pega um notebook, se conecta, via celular, à internet, baixa uma base de dados, entra no site da NASA, identifica a área do rebanho por satélite, calcula a média histórica do tamanho de uma ovelha daquela raça, baixa uma tabela do Excel com execução de macros personalizadas, e depois de três horas, diz ao velho:
- O senhor tem 1.324 ovelhas, e quatro podem estar grávidas.
O velhinho admitiu que sim, estava certo, e como havia prometido, poderia levar a ovelha.
O cara pegou o bicho e carregou na sua Pajero.
Quando estava saindo, o velho perguntou:
- Desculpe, mas se eu adivinhar sua profissão, o senhor me devolve a ovelha?
Duvidando que acertasse, o cara concorda.
- O senhor é advogado ?!?! diz o velhinho…
- Incrível! Como adivinhou?
- Quatro razões:
- Primeiro, pela frescura. Segundo, veio sem que eu o chamasse. Terceiro, me cobrou para dizer algo que já sei. E quarto, nota-se que não entende porcaria nenhuma do que esta falando… Devolve já o meu cachorro!!!

segunda-feira, 14 de junho de 2010

Chamuscado...

Após acompanhar os seres humanos e suas notáveis 'mutações', ao longo da história, é perceptível compreender a fragilidade do ser e o quanto há por ser feito em meio a humanidade.

Os 'peregrinos' da Terra, continuam buscando meios de sobrevivência, seja no âmbito pessoal, profissional, familiar, em comunidades, nas 'ditas sociedades chamuscadas' pelo teor da desigualdade preconceituosa, escancarada e desenfreada!