(...) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes.

(...) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes. Flying around, like high hopes, right here, over there. And I hope, someday, I’ll fly around, as far as possible, reaching ideas of enlightened achievement. I’ve said, so sad, words can open worlds, to move out there-staying here, so omnipresent. Then, in order to make it happen, spread ideas, like words, through the entire world, as ubiquitous mosquitoes. While the mind is up above the clouds, the toes are scratching the sand.

(…) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes are nomads. No mad, no meds, with no address, no direction, no history, no philosophy, no respect, just buzzing around, while you try to sleep. Are they concepts? Peut-être, but, only in order to escape the notion of concept-in-order, prêt-à-porter, that is usually built to capture living ideas. Free your living ideas! Feel your living ideas! Living – oh, but you don’t know how?

(…) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes, just buzzing around, while you think you’re busy. Oh boy, (poor) busy man, what are you doing in this exactly moment? It doesn’t matter for those ubiquitous mosquitoes, if you pretend, so alike, you’re so alive, like if you could, but then, so.

(…) oh, and those ubiquitous mosquitoes, does it sound funny, (so it’s almost familiar), and you hate these species, because they are just buzzing around, while you try to concentrate. No distractions, please. Thanks. You’re more than welcome, so the ubiquitous mosquitoes are (not).

Bienvenue, para onde vamos?

N’outros tempos, outras barricadas, outros desejos, anseios de uma revolução. Por agora, greve geral na França, novamente. Essas ruas há muito estavam vazias, ou melhor, esvaziadas. Pois não basta perambular pelas ruas, é preciso ocupá-las. São as urgências de hoje, não as de ontem, com a multidão de agora e de sempre que animam esta greve que já dura semanas na França. As ”barricadas do desejo” de outrora, do famoso maio francês de 68 não são as mesmas de hoje, pois aquelas já passaram, e as dos nossos dias também estão a passar. A revolução não dura para sempre, mas pode ser eterna em muitos dos seus mais delicados gestos. Nos idos de 1980 Guattari nos alertou quanto ao terror dos “Anos de Inverno”, tempo morto Kantiano, em que nada se produz, em que não há revolta e sim aceitação, acomodação, colaboração. Para este camarada, que viveu a primavera dos anos de 1960, suas implicações e engajamentos, o paradeiro, a indiferença, a ausência de movimento são tão gelados e sofridos como uma espécie de morte em Vida. As ruas estão logo ali, com suas esquinas, e nós, para onde vamos?

footsteps of the multitude: a dance

Description #1: One step after the other, left, right, left, right. One guides the other, left, right, left, right, one follows the other. Where do they take us? Left, right, left, right, all of a sudden... Stop! And then the wall falls down. Incredible! End of movement or opening to a new mode? End of ideologies of left or right? Who dares to perform the first step? And with which foot, left or right? You can also choose neither one of them.

Description #2: While dancing the artist doesn’t have the perception of the lines drew by his body. The whole extension of his body is out of perception. One body among others, without a face, but always with a recognizable trace, that allows easy tracking. Following the animal that Deleuze presents to illustrate the Society of Control, which are in the process of replacing Disciplinary Societies: the serpent on the desert, with coils modeling its body Vs. the mole at the burrow. Through the open horizons of nowadays, we dance, with coils modulating our wannabe-free bodies.

(NO) Description #_: We are talking about dancing here. After the globalization process advanced, it became easier to realize how immanent the whole world is. The old patterns that used to define the concept of frontiers as a limit of no trespassing at all had been severally damaged and replaced by the concept of frontiers that the nomads that fought against the old emperors used: a frontier is an invitation to trespass its own limits. We can be listening to the same songs, the songs that made famous the globalization, but we are insisting in dance in an unusual mode, at a brand new cartography. Welcome aboard through the singularities of the multitude!