Excerpt from an unfinished essay by Oe, 2006

“And what is an authentic lunatic? He is a man who has preferred to become what is socially understood as mad rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor. In its asylums, society has managed to strangle all those it has wished to rid itself of or defend itself from, because they refused to make themselves accomplices to various flagrant dishonesties. For a lunatic is also a man whom society has not wished to listen to, and whom it is determined to prevent from uttering unbearable truths…”
At the invitation of Harut Simonyan, Knar Khudoyan reads passages from Antonin Artaud’s “Van Gogh, le suicide de la société” in Armenian for firefly frequencies.

Voice: Knar Khudoyan
Music and mix: Graeme Thomson (All sounds taken from the voice recording and Pour en finir avec le jugement de Dieu)

To read the whole text in English
http://www.dougashford.info/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Van-Gogh.pdf

An episode in memory of Peter Lamborn Wilson/ Hakim Bey, visionary poet and theorist of the Temporary Autonomous Zone, featuring Chaos from the album T.A.Z.

In this extract from a recent talk he gave in Palermo, South African artist William Kentridge reflects on some of the inspirations behind his recent chamber opera "Waiting for the Sybil" - from Somerset Maugham's story "Appointment in Samarra" to the spinning mobiles of Alexander Calder's Work in Progress.

Cinema De Seta, Palermo - May 3rd, 2022
An event organized by Accademia di Belle Arti Palermo and curated by: Daniela Bigi, Marcello Faletra, Stefania Galegati, Rosa Persico.
Translation: Dominic McElwee

A big thank you, William Kentridge!

We recorded Fred Moten in Paris, at the Cité internationale des arts, on the 17th of February 2022, when he gave a warm and generous reading "Perennial Fashion (Presence Falling)". This is one of the poems he read. Thank you Fred!

Are You One of These Motherfuckers?
Yeah, yeah you are.
And you don’t seem to be tired of this suspension,
which is falling, whirling and unworlding storm for precision in mourning.
We really don’t respond to these motherfuckers.
The discipline is our imagination, the whorl is our yardbird school, a choir of uncertain azure in scratch galaxy, the violent measure of a gleam in her eye. You can stop calling here for some kind of response to these motherfuckers.

What we got for y'all is precision in mourning and turbulence.
We got a way of taking substance away in circling and surfacing, the slow obliteration of pain in pleasure, a release of coffle on dusty highway, an ongoing unravelling of quilting.
We always got to be killing these motherfuckers in the edge of morning after morning of absolute, uncountable new remembering.

The immediate breathes through us before anything, but these motherfuckers can’t understand that.
We are instruments of clinical ecstasy and if you want to listen you got to give up everything, you got to give up listening to sharing in folding
in the bottom in oceanic engineering in the ungrammatical suffering of scourge and smile and babies in the nonresponse.

When we salvage our surfacing and circling from your savage enclosure, it will be this miracle, right now, singing through can’t breathe forever in this world and we ain’t talking to you, motherfucker. It’s gon’ keep on being this miracle, our praise, our right xxxxxxxx, and all the thickened kitchen anarchy of our phrasing, the denotative detonation of am I blue sometimes I’m blue, bye and burn before y'all everything burning.

Recording and mix: Graeme Thomson

an exerpt from a poem:

Communism is your heaven –
Darwin, Duchamp, and Gerhard, too.
In the name of heavenly communism,

you must scribble your name on paper a thousand times.

Tiananmen, who said you were more valuable than Tibet?
Maybe, Hai Zi† died for this and became India under the wheels.

(translated from Russian by Olga Mexina)

full poem in english, kazakh, and russian can be found here
https://www.angime.com/tilek-xianjiang-eng

If you are not rain, my dear
Be tree
Sated with fertility, be tree
And If you are not tree, my dear
Be stone
Saturated with humidity, be stone
And If you are not stone, my dear
Be moon
In the dream of your beloved one, be moon
[So spoke a woman
to her son at his funeral]

Excerpt from Mahmoud Darwish - "A State of Siege"

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https://www.arabworldbooks.com/en/e-zine/a-state-of-siege

A long-distance, sonic correspondence between artist Dora Garcia and researcher Maria Rosa Sossai through the words of Alexandra Kollontai and Daniela Attanasio, between Spanish and Italian.

Alexandra Kollontai was a Russian revolutionary who was appointed commissar of social welfare after the October Revolution and later one of the world’s first woman ambassadors. She fought for abortion rights, secularized marriage, and paid maternity leave—and considered “comradely love” to be a political force.
Daniela Attanasio is an Italian poet and literary translator based in Rome.

Kollontai’s fragment, "Marriage and the Problem of the Family”, is taken from "The social basis of the woman question” - you can find the English translation here:
https://www.marxists.org/archive/kollonta/1909/social-basis.htm

Image: Dora Garcia, “Red Love” (photo Jean-Baptiste Beranger)

RADIO BRUTAL nasce come proseguimento radiofonico-visivo di MANIFESTO BRUTAL. Ricerca balbettante, viaggio poetico-sonoro attraverso le parole di tante e tanti.
In questa traccia inveisce e si nutre tra e con Brecht, Pasolini, Nina Cassian, Vivian Lamarque, Antonia Pozzi...

CHE MONDO IN DESERTO GIORNO IN SOGNO MUTA:
http://bit.ly/manifestobrutal

Built from an unwieldy conversation about cancerous embodiments, "Transit in the House of Cancer" is a breathing exchange between the curator Camila Marambio and the ecologist Bárbara Saavedra – who for years have worked together as part of Ensayos, a nomadic research program based in Tierra del Fuego, Chile. Their house is shaped by interruption, solitude, fear, context, ecology, love, death, autopoiesis, language and marginality .
To transit in the House of Cancer as a visitor it is essential to be guided:
The sound artist Ariel Bustamante is the guide. How to enter? How to exit? How to be within the breathing of others? How to sustain breath, life and language beyond the life/death divide? What to take or leave in the House? These are some of the questions that will structure the architecture of the transit.
"Transit in the House of Cancer" is an extension of the forthcoming book "Sandcastles: Cancerous Bodies and their Necro/powers", co-authored by gender scholar Nina Lykke and Camila Marambio.

Preview

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https://www.gessnerallee.ch/en/event/530/Transit_in_the_House_of_Cancer