HOWL

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Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jail-
  house and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judg-
  ment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned govern-
  ments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running
  money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast 
  is a cannibal dynamo!  Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrap-
  ers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose
  factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and
  antennae crown the cities!

It is an epic poem but I am not sure about the movie...

Méduse en Sorbonne

El sábado fui a la jornada "Méduse en Sorbonne" el homenaje a Hélène Cixous, muy chulo todo y super interesantes las lecturas, Hélène dio sus comentarios con respecto a estas, la admiro mucho! La risa de la medusa me encanta por su estilo y por la clarividencia con que está escrito. Te confronta sobre el binarismo con que percibimos las cosas para extender la reflexión hasta nosotros mismos. De esto muy chulo, interesantísimo, me encanta!

Sobre otras cosas de la jornada tengo algunos comentarios, primero que fue una gran aventura para poder finalmente ir, me decidí a comprar el vuelo a las 2.30 am para salir a las 7am y alcanzar la lectura de Hélène a las 9.45am, así sin más me fui, sin haber dormido nada. En fin, llegué agotada pero llegué. Al receso, uuf!! con la mochila y lloviendo busqué que comer. Al regreso, un tumulto de gente fuera esperando por entrar, entre escritores, teóricos, profesores... fue un sentimiento muy extraño entre wow! estoy aquí y bah! qué pose. En fin que al entrar iba detrás de un grupo que iba de Barcelona y alcanzo a escuchar que platican sobre unos latinoamericanos que destacaban en el mundillo intelectual por haber cursado en las grandes universidades y su clara superioridad en temas de interés, rematando con un comentario en un tono ambiguo algo así como que deberían dejar de paternalizar a los latinos. Pff!!! me molesté... no alcanzaba a entender de qué demonios estaba hablando, la colonia terminó hace muchísimo tiempo. Y además, estamos en una jornada que aboga por eleminar el otro sexual y en cambio promueve el otro cultural, además de invocar viejos preceptos epistemológicos sobre quien tiene el saber tiene el poder, si estos latinos no hubieran asistido a "grandes" universidades quiénes serían entonces? Desde hace tiempo creo que lo que leo cambia muchísimo mi forma de vida no sé si sólo me pasa a mí, pero no pude creer la incoherencia de los argumentos. 

En fin que terminé agotada, un poco molesta y emocionada por escuchar a Hélène. En general un gran día para una latina en Paris-Sorbonne (ja!).Tengo un video de alguna de las intervenciones de Hélène que espero subir pronto, sólo que pesa mucho y requiere todo el poder de mi router.

On Saturday I went to "Méduse in Sorbonne" homage to Hélène Cixous, there were very cool and super interesting lectures, Hélène gave her comments to almost each one and it was splendid, I admire her a lot! The laugh of Medusa is a great book, I love her style and clairvoyance in which it is written. It faces you on the binarism articulations on  how we perceive things and it extends the reflection to ourselves.  To this point everything was so interesting, I love it! 

I have some comments about other things of the day, which was at the very begining a great adventure, I decided to buy the ticket at 2.30 am to leave at 7 am and be able to attend to Hélène’s lecture at 9. 45 am. So there I was without having any sleeping. Anyway, I arrived exhausted but I arrived. At the break, uuf! with my backpack and raining I looked for something to eat. On return, a tumult of people outside waiting for entering, there where writers, theorists, teachers... it was a very strange feeling between: wow! I am here and bah! what a pose. When we entered I went behind a group from Barcelona and I could listen the chat about  some highlighted latin americans in the intellectual agenda by having studied in major world universities and their clear superiority in topics of interest, ending with a comment in an ambiguous tone about stopping paternalize latinos. Pff!! I got angry... I didn’t understand what the hell they were talking about, the colony ended a lot of time ago. And in addition, we were in a day that advocates in the aim to erase the sexual other and instead it promotes the cultural other, and what about the invocation of the old epistemological basis about who has the knowledge has the power,  if that latin american people hadn't attended to those major universities who they were? I have a while thinking that the things I read change a lot my way of life and  I don't know if only happens to me but I could not believe the inconsistency of the arguments.

Finally I finished exhausted, a little annoyed and excited to listen to Hélène. In general a great day for a latina in Paris-Sorbonne (ja!). I have a video of some interventions of Hélène which I hope to upload soon, only it is heavy and it requires all the power of my router.

*all photos by me.

I have been her kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

YO HE SIDO ASI TAMBIEN. Siento este poema en lo más profundo de mi estómago, y es que ¿qué significa ser una mujer? ¿qué me hace mujer? ¿y quién tiene el poder de decir que lo soy? Simplemente cuando alguien no se ajusta a las normas es betado, marginado, censurado. En este caso deja de ser mujer para ser algo más, sujeto descoporeizado que encuentra la libertad sólo dejando de ser una mujer. 

I'VE BEEN HER KIND TOO.  I feel this poem deep in my stomach, what is to be a woman?, what makes you a woman? and whom has the power to tell that I am a woman? Simply when somebody doesn't fit into the stablishment is condemned, excluded, marginalized. In this case the woman became something else, a non corporeal subject who finds freedom only by stop being a woman.