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"The being of nothing is great."

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"The being of nothing is great."

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my grandfather died in poverty, die in poverty, resentment
rot sick demented
as the bastard child like nobody's child dies,
not cry, it is anger that accumulation, no tears, no pain,
a breath of rage,

Grandfather, bankrupt caretaker, Father of all,
loving beings urban gulf
shadow of parks and brothels,
shade, shadow, shadow, my grandfather, cannon fodder,
lumpen small provincial

"Being from nothing is great."

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atheists of the world unite "The being of nothing is great."

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"The being of nothing is great."

Waking Up With Bruises On My Legs

De Nuits (Noches)

Traducción del francés Peter Riley

An evening in front of the fireplace
at Saint Rémy du Val

for Hédi

scattered cracking sounds
bristling gaps in the wood
every now and then the red mark
of a gunshot splinters

of a language forgotten or, who knows,
in a state of shards, bursting
leaps, uproars and stellar
winds or the simple
rubbing together of our silences

if they too should suddenly catch fire
these flames, are they like a dance
seeking in the night its roots
felt and lived the whole length of a life

the night outside is white,
in the hearth, ardent and fragile
beating of the embers of our lives —

flakes of snow shifting
in the white of our books
perhaps in the words
said from time to time —

there where the wave delves
the vault holds its breath
trying again to be born
held firmly in the claw
of the fear closed on itself
and the quick shudder from nerve
to nerve from sun to shadow
handfuls of colours dancing
never seen, painted by an unkown music —

and all the ink of ancient China
scattered, shaken, sucked up by the mist
only the line stays, flying —

as if the hand of a child
held space open
delineating without respite
an emergence of flights
living wellspring of birds
that adult eyes miss -

in the long summer twilights
the young swifts make use
of currents that mount
towards unknown uplands
where no sight can follow them —

you can hear a god under the vaults
walking in the grass of the garden —

What echoes under the arches of flight
that can’t be heard, nor seen?
the wish, perhaps, to be united with it —

to understand truly what it is to be here
cloud, swift, man or pebble —

it is thus in the most simple moments
that the statement is enrooted its livingness —

may the taste of day in the throat,
held in the discovered aperture
be born again for others among the grasses

the air veined with balancings
in the rootless spaces where endless
worlds are formed and dissolve

snow duvet dancing in the night
beating in the heart’s ear
of a language so close to being here —

memory of snow on the skin
melted flakes of past images
edgeless night on the edge of memory

clouds assemble and dilate
the straw thrown into the light
bright plovers turning under the wind

I listen again to what ear throat
fingers and brain extract in a moment
from the endless flowing stream of things

a water that transports friable words
which we pass from hand to hand
from mouth to ear, bits of mourning and clarity —

low voices and the footsteps become clear
the embers of a life roll on without brakes
red of a morning, of another sunset

in the gorges, on the broken stonefields
someone within me listens relentlessly
to the inaudible beating in things.

discords, harmonies, silences...
the fire of these great red skies at evening,
seeking, when the embers are coated with ash,
act and speech for the passer by —

“O Mother O night the mother that bore me” (1)

you will need an infinite patience to learn again
to love as not long ago a fire lost in the distance
halting you at the fall of day
somewhere in the unknown of a desert —

you ask only to be able to touch
at times the heat of a gentle beating,
light as a bird’s slip-stream
which breaks the circle of sight

will your eyes see the clarity again?
it smiles at the present all around
as the Orient in you of the nocturnal flight
of big and lowly migrants —

the returning day gathers the fruits
of the nocturnal delvings that shine
in Schumann’s night piece,
which he asks to be played with simplicity —

in the paint brush of T’ang who departed
silently in september, instantaneous ink
of the clear upsurge of living,
in the almost blue darkness of autumn nights —

again these cathedrals of wings
in the evening air riddled with shouts
lightness of this play oh so precise
in the edgless weave of movement
desire to limn the transparent air
soldered within to a speck of ember —

little by little the sea sinks in itself
in the unique trait of a brushstroke
and I hear for a long time in the darkenss
the sound of the water, my only thought —

Extinguish speech
extinguish thought
and go! fly! fall
neither up nor down
inhaled, crushed,
in the air faults
between the arcs of a melody
no one plays —

gleaming modesty of snowy nights
the child’s feet sinking without sound
into the thickness of the mystery of the One
who briefly ornaments our sight —

In the clearness of which hardly anything remains
but these ashen and pink clouds
thoughts painted on the night —
and you don’t know where these
dark and lively rivers meet —

meanwhile in you the garden from which
in winter such clear leaves of thought
rise in a green water, so close
- like “the rose for no reason” —
from the shadow that it questions —

sometimes, I don’t know how,
a clarity ripened in the flesh
from a long Lamentations verse
hatches out and the mind can reach for a moment

what no words, or music, or anything
can imagine, or say —

(1): Aeschylus: The Eumenides

"The being of nothing is great."

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"gusari how we see that social protest is criminalized and do not you stop making criminals to protect the real criminals or justify the inefficiency of our intituciones."

SICILY, Javier. "Atenco and earrings" in process. No. 1758. Mexico. P. 63.

Stop abductions against the teachers Chiapas state.

Freedom to p EACHERS

• Carlos Misael López Palma
• Pedro Gómez Bamaca
• Myron Alberto Vazquez

"The being of nothing is great."

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Meet Javier Sicilia under siege police 28 hours 150 teachers from the leadership of the CNTE in Chiapas! Palma teacher

On July 16 evening installed the Permanent Assembly of the Democratic Bloc-CNTE in Chiapas, on-site Technical High School 79 in Chiapas. In recent days, having clinched the electoral process, the government of Chiapas, led by the PRD Juan Sabines unleashed a series of arrests against social activists, including teachers in the direction of the CNTE in Chiapas. July 16 that the state government had arrested three teachers and nine fellow social and peasant movements, one of whom was arrested and disappeared.

After installed the Permanent Assembly State Police laid siege to the 150 professors participating in the meeting, some teachers are members of The Other Campaign. The CNTE declared as hostages by the state to 150 professors. Since then the site has not ceased. At some point most of the 500 police and patrols, participating on the site were replaced by members of armed civilian cars without license plates. On the evening of yesterday again and uniformed police patrols arrived to replace the policemen in plain clothes and their cars without license plates.

There are a tense calm. The government of Juan Sabines agreed to receive a delegation of teachers. The Human Rights Center Fray Bartolome de las Casas observes the facts. It has called for a community building on Tuesday. Throughout the day, despite threats of arrest by the police siege, several organizations Technique presented themselves at 79 to show their solidarity. The Technical

79 is press, however the information blockade is tightened. It is a shame that neither the site nor the hunt after teachers and other social activists are being reported in the media business. So far the only information coming out of the free and alternative media and community radio. From the entrance of Juan Sabines to the Chiapas state government has launched a media counter-insurgency strategy, which is not even allowed to be debated in the media the legitimacy of the causes of the movements, but simply prevents the publication of a single note social movements.

Tracking:

List CNTE teachers and other social activists arrested on July 16 in Tuxtla Gutierrez, Chiapas



Frayba URGENT ACTION: judicial and police repression teachers SNTE Section VII of Chiapas

18 July
fellow detainees continue to Prof Alberto Miron
.- .- Prof. Pedro Gómez Bamaca. Prof. Carlos Misael .-
Palma López,
.- Dr. Victor Hugo Zavaleta Ruiz, section 50 of the Union of Health in Chiapas.
.- Cro. Caralampio Gómez Hernández, Emiliano Zapata Proletarian Organization OPEZ MNL

.- Prof Alberto Patishtán adherent to the Other Campaign.

"The being of nothing is great."

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With you notes from my notebook

As in Atenco and in Oaxaca, as in Guerrero, Mexico and throughout the state, become a device that produces terror (Latin terrere "frighten, scare, scare, terrify") has violated the rights of teachers, to kidnap, with great violence, teachers of the democratic bloc in Chiapas. As always, the power up has dropped his bestial claw and break up the union struggle aims. That struggle is uncomfortable state, illegal, is the struggle for the welfare of us journal: the workers.

Stop abductions against the teachers Chiapas state.

Freedom to p EACHERS

• Carlos Misael López Palma
• Bamaca Pedro Gomez
• Myron Alberto Vazquez

Raúl Vázquez Espinosa

"The being of nothing is great."

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1. forgotten my footprints in the path of inertia, chaotic and mediocre,
2. in a state of time travel, breaking
3. or simple accumulation of fear. Yes, fear, constant
4. some hands, something suddenly something that destroys volitional
5. the certainty of life, still life, good life of capitalism
6. unconscionable, guiding me, I know now,
   
7. to the disruption of my bitterness

"The being of nothing is great."

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hey

Today I read. Or, put another way, I have a project just before reading, as she said Gabriel Zaid. Grouper project. Books and books. A huge shit on my shoulders alone. And that I am, from a biography of Miles Davis and the history of Greece. I do not understand, really, the course of my choices, because everything around me is an amphitheater almost poetic in its own right, narrative. Today I read, read, read ad nauseam sunk in the middle of a rough-and misanthropic world.

"The being of nothing is great."