Radio DelEuZe: be nea th the co ncrete the forest grow s

2.4.09

be nea th the co ncrete the forest grow s

________________________ WHy D o they Haved the Power
Why? WHy? WHy???????????

HOMAGE TO MARAT
From "Marat / Sade"
(Adrian Mitchell / Richard Peaslee)
Peter Weiss

Four years after the revolution and the old king's execution
Four years after I remember how those courtiers took their final vow

String up every aristocrat

Out with the priests Let them live on their fat
Four years after we started fighting
Marat keeps on with his writing
Four years after the Bastille fell

He still recalls the old battle yell
Down with all of the ruling class
Throw all the generals out on their arse
Good old Marat by your side we'll stand or fall
You're the only one that we can trust at all
Four years he fought and he fought unafraid

Sniffing down traitors by traitors betrayed
Marat in the courtroom Marat underground
Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound
Fight ing all the gentry and fighting every priest
Businessman the bourgeois the military beast
Marat always ready to stifle every scheme
of the sons of the arse licking dying regime
We've got new generals our leaders are new
They sit and they argue and all that they do
Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs
And jail them and break them and give them all the axe

Screaming in language that no one understands

Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands

When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall
Of the prison they told us would outlast us all
Marat we're poor
And the poor stay poor
Marat don't make
Us wait anymore
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want our revolution now
Why do they have the gold
Why do they have the power

Why why why
Do they have the friends at the top
Why do they have the jobs at the top
We've got nothing
Always had nothing
Nothing but holes and millions of them
Living in holes dying in holes

Holes in our bellies and holes in our clothes
Marat we're poor

And the poor stay poor
Marat don't make us wait anymore
Poor old Marat they hunt you down
The bloodhounds are sniffing all over the town
Poor old Marat you work til your eyes turn as red as rust
poor old Marat
We trust in you ....

http://londonist.com/2009/04/g20_protests_continue_into_the_nigh.php

G20 Protests Continue Into The Night

Climate Camp on Bishopsgate / image courtesy of Matt Perdeaux from the Londonist Flickr pool

As the night draws in, what's happening on the City's streets?

People are finally being released from the kettle at the Bank of England, one by one (and after a spell of being searched and photographed). Things took a nasty turn around 6.30pm, with missiles being thrown (we heard one girl, just released from the pen, complain about something metal that had come through the air). Police were running frantically around corners and the Guardian reports a baton charge. Let's not forget though, these people have been held there since lunchtime and frustration will be mounting.

We're shocked to hear of police closing in the Climate Camp - and Indymedia is talking about a baton charge there too. A ramble through the Camp around 6.15pm this evening was as pleasant a stroll as we've ever taken in London. Protesters have erected tents in the road between Wormwood Street and Threadneedle Street, were cooking food and generally chilling out - it reminded us of a miniature urban Glastonbury. We were slightly perturbed by the sight of police with helmets and shields but didn't think for a moment they'd go in.

__________________________

A & D
The Alternative London Summit is happening right now at UEL!! Chris Knight is here along with other protesters.

becomin g is en tre les grands choses meets between the two

gohere

& here

as in the above rallies

__________AnD What I most detested was Hegelianism and dialectics.

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__________AnD

What I most detested was Hegelianism and dialectics.

And : The question of speed is important and also very complex. It doesn't mean the first in the race: you can be late through speed. Speed is to be caught in a becoming_ which is not a development or an evolution. One must be like a taxi, queue(ligne d'attente), line of flight, traffic jam, bottleneck, green and red lights, slightly paranoid,brushes with the police. To be an abstract and broken line, a zigzag which glides 'between'. The grass and speed. What you misnamed style just now_ charm or style_ is speed.

And :One only discovers worlds through a long, broken flight.

_AnD______as_______for___

As for the method of deconstruction of texts I see clearly what it is, I admire it a lot, but it has nothing to do with my own method. I do not present myself as a commentator on texts.

For me, a text is merely a small cog in an extra-textual practice. It is not a question of commenting on the text by a method of deconstruction, or by a method of textual practice, or by other methods; it is a question of what use it has in an extra-textual practice that prolongs the text ..

Professor D Challanger speaking

in Clinical Critical terms as the hat was in the wind

How else?

How else can one write of those things which one doesn't know, or knows badly? It is precisely here that we imagine having something to say. We write only at the frontiers of our knowledge, at the border which separates our knowledge from our ignorance and transforms the one to the other.
Only in this manner are we resolved to write. To satisfy ignorance is to put off writing until tomorrow -or rather, to make it impossible. Perhaps writing was a relation to silence altogether more threatening that that, which is supposed to entertain with death.
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Difference and Repetition.