The thing started when the child opens C facebook and see the little message to the girl I: A FEW MOMENTS OF THE PRESENTATION OF THE MANAGEMENT debases the WORLD! And he starts to despair. Remember that for two weeks, at least, is going to see what he did this time I. And no knows how to get there. Are the eight least ten and the presentation is eight. Child F is not even got a bath yet and, just as he crossed the threshold of the dining room to the bathroom, which enjoins: hurry because we have to go and the presentation of the book Irina. F looks. Bestial that hint at their moves contained orangutan. But what time is it? He asks. Now, I say. You're crazy. Dice F. Maybe, but we will not do psychoanalysis now, bathe quickly, at least, hopefully, I get to buy the book.
And then, as F is a bath, grab the cell C and sends a message to PICOP, surely must already be there, talk to yourself, to expect it, at least, if it ends quickly. But PICOP replied that is just coming out, so we are equal. Relaxes. It is always comforting to feel not the only beast in the world. Luckily.
And we see at full speed down the street. F wet head, he and his tics of Autistic Children by special movements of the fingers. As downloading a psychiatric illness, a latent disease that hopes to emerge at any time to become real. Cruce Alberdi cross the traffic lights, cars, Rosario Norte Station, Olmedo sitting on the bench of the Pichincha, Orono Boulevard and park. Climb the stairs of the Cultural Center. Salta 1859. Marbles by lowering the voice of a man who says something even incomprehensible. And up ahead, the ghetto poetry: PICOP, Gilda, The Girl I sat on a table stand with pop-vintage tablecloths and flowers fruit strident and his side, the smile of someone whose face and name, yet seem diffuse too stereotyped: a punk, even a more punk-dark.
was the first time I saw her walking in the ghetto. This should be of Buenos Aires, one of the poets who were part of the selection of editorial Class. Sure. I did not know, no, that was released Ano. No, because even was not defined as such, their identity had become apparent that behind the most common type retrilla the girl punk-dark-cake. In it was the stereotype. Quasi Airan.
not know how, but not yet read. Actually, you know. If something learned from the poetry-literate ghetto is that it always starts with its shows an hour later than stipulated in their calls. This is, after all, something quite positive for specimens like him who are always late everywhere. Actually, I think we should be like those in the ghetto in general. All. I know, is wrong to generalize from the personal. But this time we are beyond good and evil. And therefore.
now understands what he said the voice from below. And the identification. It's a sexy-gay editor buttons and squeezing said projection. A clip of "Working Girl." Melanie Griffith on the bike. O Melanie carrying a briefcase. Close-ups of tears and laughter. Your bag. His little shirt white. Sports team. And the shoes. Buildings and environments pre-minimalist. And money. And more and more. Music. Electronics. On the wall. FIN.
The editor reflects on the debasement that drives business on the planet, how Coptic freedom of the body and causes the universe to rotate hegemonic logic, that even the poor girl in the neighborhood should resign or negotiate with your identity to become the president of the Manhattan company. Punk-dark She repeated the same epithet after each reflection of the editor: awful (or its noun "a horror"). But luckily there are the heroes: they, who come to do something else in the world: edit poetry. Anything else? All suspected so, until, as it should be, the girl I bursts with sweet and points marginalized. The notes, until they were outmoded in rejecting revolutionary pose seeks to sustain a margin paradoxical, because it is in the center of his activity as a hidden power that hegemonizes consagratorio discussions of their practices. Capitalism is bad, write poetry or, failing that, the money has nothing to do with us, we are more good and better in nature than the logic of any business or economic logic. They say without saying between the lines, publishers and punk-dark chorus. I
evident morality that sustains them. And just say that it is also true that the scene where Melanie puts on slippers, after removing the shoes, gymnastics, or vice versa, she was incredible, I always wished she had those shoes, for example, not you, because there is something in these fetishes of capitalism that also fascinates and even, perhaps, enable us desire in a kind of agency, perhaps perverse, and even decided by a power, but, perhaps, can we not produce poetry that? My poetry is full of such fectiches. The girl punk-dark reaffirms that it looks like a horror movie that looks and crosses with a teenage underwear hanging accomplices, saying, or wondering what it is saying it.
And I answer, in silence-is putting things in place, causing, doing what needs to be done in those places where common thinking and homogeneous also circulates as anywhere and that, although alternative, it does be a doxa that makes them also participate in the counter-hegemony of a power loss, refusing the money, but that does not ignore him, as for example in those little signs that say the poetic selection costs 30 pesos, an exhibition and conventional advertising that sustains the whole presentation. It is also the same counter-hegemony that says the money - or anything related, or the management company, for example, are demons corrupting and, therefore, irrelevant. But it seems they have it, is not it, because most of the literature was not produced by slaves or servants, or workers, or slum dwellers, but by those who held power of money or, rather, those who were or became the enough money to produce it. A management writers, if you will, that the economic denied because it lacked and, thus, took over the capital and symbolic production, hiding, out of sheer modesty material, the cruel reality of culture: its dependence - greater or lesser degree, depending on the case, and need for the economy. Will this be the case and the girl I put things in order? Could it be that editors and Punk-Dark girl can devote himself to literature because they lack the means to do so and come to such statements? Or is it that they are adhering, without knowing it, this logic of wealthy or aristocratic writers? Will they contribute, so that the literature is still not visible economic value and, therefore, to continue producing the only who can?
I mean, because now the Girl Punk-Dark pays without problems cannelloni wine and he asked the waiter in the restaurant after having clarified that she hates work and denies the economy. So, never had a formal job, because he suffers a lot lot of hell in those places - Where will the money the girl punk-dark? or, worse yet, if you deny the economy, how do you continue to use the money? And
account, with pleasure, intense pleasure, he stole every single bronze laburo he had, in contempt of the Head and his companions harmful. China cups and who knows what else, or do not remember. Not understand how others are doing to support such a martyrdom. Could it be that for others not? But she was a rebellious girl who did not, would not accept such conditions in the world. Especially considering his name. Because this restaurant is where we just revealed his true name, his escape to the stereotype or not, rather, the place where the stereotype shows his inner beast. Yes It's time crucial in defining the destination of a lifetime. As Borgesian texts. Ano it is released. You never understand anything. As if they had not participated in the experience. Okay, okay, now I clarified things.
turns out that the two children were with F, with pickup truck and La Niña I about to take the menus with your hands. And we hear the first manifestation. The Girl Punk-Dark (Ano released latent) asks the waiter if you have something that does not have tortured and killed animals. I look at all. In unison. Hang my head. Not that I feel that Lisa Simpson is real, but I am about to do so. Although no. Somebody kicked me under. Strong. I become the asshole. Child C passes the letter to pickup truck and says that he is either a Neapolitan breaded fried. Punk-known that Dark must be turning disgust. Until you know that is not disgusting, that even that is what is behind everything. As with any moral, there is always a doxa, a hegemonic discourse that drives the action.
And that explains it. Solita. I do not understand how fucking are asking for marriage. Marriage. With what Foucault said about it, I do not understand how to continue to maintain that. Calling it after Foucault and Perlongher. And he said that the company should release this year and want to get married. Released Year was born. In ecstasy of his words. We looked stunned. In the authoritarianism of their sentences and reading against the grain of Perlongher and Foucault or, rather, in the doxa of authority on which it relies to support his actions. For he reinforced the need that society is sexually free once and for all, the need for socio-anarchic revolution to free us to become agencies of our desires-sexual-ad-infinitum. No goal and no marriage that binds us to the state. All you need to release their anuses. Like her, he likes everything and organize parties and porn at home or holding a blog under the banner of Butler who, in turn, to quote Foucault again, claiming that only we can save a pornología. Doing what she does. That. Align their actions "a slogan of others? No, turkeys, besides that, we all will enjoy it all. Dildos, creams, vagina, penis and, above all, anything coming through the anus.
turns out that the two children were with F, with pickup truck and La Niña I about to take the menus with your hands. And we hear the first manifestation. The Girl Punk-Dark (Ano released latent) asks the waiter if you have something that does not have tortured and killed animals. I look at all. In unison. Hang my head. Not that I feel that Lisa Simpson is real, but I am about to do so. Although no. Somebody kicked me under. Strong. I become the asshole. Child C passes the letter to pickup truck and says that he is either a Neapolitan breaded fried. Punk-known that Dark must be turning disgust. Until you know that is not disgusting, that even that is what is behind everything. As with any moral, there is always a doxa, a hegemonic discourse that drives the action.
And that explains it. Solita. I do not understand how fucking are asking for marriage. Marriage. With what Foucault said about it, I do not understand how to continue to maintain that. Calling it after Foucault and Perlongher. And he said that the company should release this year and want to get married. Released Year was born. In ecstasy of his words. We looked stunned. In the authoritarianism of their sentences and reading against the grain of Perlongher and Foucault or, rather, in the doxa of authority on which it relies to support his actions. For he reinforced the need that society is sexually free once and for all, the need for socio-anarchic revolution to free us to become agencies of our desires-sexual-ad-infinitum. No goal and no marriage that binds us to the state. All you need to release their anuses. Like her, he likes everything and organize parties and porn at home or holding a blog under the banner of Butler who, in turn, to quote Foucault again, claiming that only we can save a pornología. Doing what she does. That. Align their actions "a slogan of others? No, turkeys, besides that, we all will enjoy it all. Dildos, creams, vagina, penis and, above all, anything coming through the anus.
was now evident. No. It uses the theory of others to do theirs. It adheres to the literal interpretation of the slogans of others. Hence, release year, this slogan attributed to Perlongher, is for her, and despite the muddy where all senses are intermingled, is for Year Released, literally. The whole society, to earn their respect, respect for those who did comply with the law of Perolongher or Foucault, the moral doxa of sexual liberation and, therefore, is the truth, the best, right, society must release the year with no strings attached. Why? Let everyone do what they want and do not fuck or guarantee you access, if you like, to the same rights and not to fold the authoritarianism of the doxa of Ano Released. Because that becomes as authoritarian and dogmatic as those who pretend that everyone likes the opposite sex. I tell the guys in the corner, while we return. Funny, each in its own way with the pseudo truths with which Freed Ano intended sustained.
For her, short hair, or how she was dressed, every gesture, like turning a glass, is provocative if you do. It is easy to induce re against as it is, he says. To not give the reason, do not argue, or tell them anything. Lest you think you are provoking. And we laughed. Because it is believed particularly anomalous rare and is only punk girl-dark more or phrases adherent and non-theoretical experience or speeches, and timid aristocratic-on art-market relationship. Year Released poor. The provocation was the girl I that anomalous hegemonic discourse of the ghetto, knew how to build knowing glances between Ano released and the red-faced teenager or publishers. She just made us laugh for a while. His innocence. Or its despotic claims, despite its libertarian purposes. To me, loved me as a stereotype narrative.
PD: On the way home, I devoured The mangement debases the world. Despite the title and year released, the book is a the most authentic experience of reading this. It opens daily life in each verse as privileged material to invent images at all daily, strangely, in the three proposals of the writers that make the selection. This is a new language, which recovers and advances in the cool-innocent, bestial or uncertain, the contemporary world of women who break the molds of the language, morals or their roles. Thus, extending our capabilities of perception, making us partakers of images that are burned in reading and flashes of fireworks branched at the height of the imagination.
For her, short hair, or how she was dressed, every gesture, like turning a glass, is provocative if you do. It is easy to induce re against as it is, he says. To not give the reason, do not argue, or tell them anything. Lest you think you are provoking. And we laughed. Because it is believed particularly anomalous rare and is only punk girl-dark more or phrases adherent and non-theoretical experience or speeches, and timid aristocratic-on art-market relationship. Year Released poor. The provocation was the girl I that anomalous hegemonic discourse of the ghetto, knew how to build knowing glances between Ano released and the red-faced teenager or publishers. She just made us laugh for a while. His innocence. Or its despotic claims, despite its libertarian purposes. To me, loved me as a stereotype narrative.
PD: On the way home, I devoured The mangement debases the world. Despite the title and year released, the book is a the most authentic experience of reading this. It opens daily life in each verse as privileged material to invent images at all daily, strangely, in the three proposals of the writers that make the selection. This is a new language, which recovers and advances in the cool-innocent, bestial or uncertain, the contemporary world of women who break the molds of the language, morals or their roles. Thus, extending our capabilities of perception, making us partakers of images that are burned in reading and flashes of fireworks branched at the height of the imagination.
