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Hola tod@xs,
Thanks to Margarthata and all who have been sharing these last couple of weeks.
I have learned a great deal and I am not sure if I can respond in terms of the
deep practices that all of you have being doing between breathing-seeds and
alter-spaces for growing.
So I will just jump into the telecractic capture spells of modernity being
diffracted by Mayan technologies that can perhaps set the stage for indigenous
futurism(s). And as always it starts with a stick:
The Big Nose tells a story:
One day I was waking with La Mar (The Sea), the deepest and wisest of the
Zapatistas, when we saw a young child running about shouting: “Todos a la
consulta! Todos a la consulta!” A young Tojolabal boy, Pedrito, apparently
rallying all the towns folk to a local consulta, or local assembly meeting. The
village is in assembly when a military airplane from the Army Rainbow Task
Force and a helicopter from the Mexican Air Force, begin a series of low
flights overhead. The assembly does not stop; instead those speaking merely
raise their voices. Pedrito is fed up with the menacing air-craft, and he goes,
hyper-fast, in search of a stick inside his hut. Pedrito returns with a piece
of wood, and declares: “I’ m going to disturb the airplane; it’s bothering me.”
When the plane passes over Pedrito, he raises the stick and waves it furiously
at the warplane. The plane then changes its course and leaves. Pedrito says
“There now, that good.” He drops the stick and continues to rally his
community. I, the Big Nose, slowly move towards the stick that Pedrito left
behind, and we pick it up carefully and give it scientific consideration:
length, weight, texture, smell and taste. I, the Big Nose, turned to La Mar and
said, “it’s a stick!” “Yes, she said, it’s a stick” Now the Mexican Air Force
helicopter was now above me. Trying to remember what Pedrito did, I swing at
the air with the stick. Suddenly the helicopter from the Mexican Air Force
turned into a useless tin vulture, the sky parted, the sun came up, and
everything became like golden marzipan.” “But it’ s a stick,” I, the Big Nose
say. “Yes, it seems like a stick,” says La Mar (the Sea), “it is also Mayan
technology.”
The stick breaks Modernity's spell while playing with its technology and
allowing something else take place in the seeds of time-song of algo [ ]
rithms to occur.
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From: empyre-boun...@lists.artdesign.unsw.edu.au
<empyre-boun...@lists.artdesign.unsw.edu.au> on behalf of margaretha haughwout
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Sent: Monday, November 18, 2019 12:51 PM
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Subject: [-empyre-] Welcome to Week 3: MODERNITY'S SPELL
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