...And I'm smokin like a diesel way out here...

O geek foi um grande narrador

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In other words, it is possible to argue that political economy is necessary, that it needs to be put back in the picture, without having to argue that it is the “base” or the ultimate determinant or any other such metaphysical thesis. Ultimately, I am a Whiteheadian in metaphysics; which means that I think any abstraction, the one that reduces things to political economy as much as the others, is necessarily incomplete, and leads to confusion if it is given a “misplaced concreteness,” pushed beyond the limits within which it makes a certain sense. But the flip side of this position is the recognition that abstraction is necessary, that thought cannot do anything without it, that we won’t get anywhere without the partiality of abstraction. Political economy is not the base or the ultimate explanation and cause of everything in society; but it is the abstraction, or perspective, that we need right now, in this world of neoliberal globalization.

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It’s no longer possible to understand these pathetic closet cases in terms of Freudian repression, or the Lacanian Symbolic, or any of the old categories of depth psychology. Rather, their logic is a commodity logic: fetishism in the Marxist sense, instead of the Freudian one. All our affects and passions are perfectly interchangeable, subject to the law of universal equivalence. That is to say, all of them are commodities, detached from the subjective circumstances of their affective production, and offered up for sale in the marketplace. Today our fantasies and desires — indeed, “our bodies, ourselves” — seem to be outside us, apart from us, beyond our power. And this is a very different situation from that of their being repressed, and buried deep within us. Commodities have a magical attraction — we find them irresistable and addictive — because they concretize and embody the “definite social relations” (as Marx puts it) that we cannot discover among ourselves. In the fetishism of commodities, Marx says, these social relations take on “the fantastic form of a relation between things.”

Saudade do que não me foi

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«Um ano findou-se no barulho
Dos sinos e dos fogos de artifício. O jornal
Que será trazido dentro de uma hora
A ti na tua cidade a mim na minha cidade
Por uma velha mulher com as suas velhas pernas
Três filhos mortos na guerra mas nenhum jornal
O REICH O NEUES DEUTSCHLAND O RHEINISCHER MERKUR
Anunciará um melhor ano como de costume
E o que é negro no teu jornal tu sabe-lo
É branco no meu jornal nós sabemo-lo
Sem cessar a erva cresce na fronteira
E a erva deve ser arrancada
Sem cessar que cresce na fronteira
E os arames farpados devem ser plantados
Sem cessar pela bota cardada
EU SOU A BOTA QUE PLANTA OS ARAMES FARPADOS
Frente à minha janela sobre uma árvore do parque
Só como um bêbado na madrugada
Uma velha gralha bate ruidosamente as asas
Os varredores municipais ALL OUR YESTERDAYS
Começaram o seu trabalho
Muitas coisas voltam muitas outras não
O coração é um grande cemitério
NO PARQUE OS CHOUPOS SUSSURRAM
QUEM MORA NA MINHA CABEÇA»

(Heiner Müller, Carta de Ano Novo 1963)