Monday, 2 July 2012

Translation

‎"Translation is the art of differential connection and constitutes the common from which new institutional forms may arise."

Geert Lovink and Ned Rossiter

law (through the looking glass)


“ ....

' I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'
'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first -'
'Living backwards! Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never heard of such a thing!'
' - but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.'
'I'm sure mine works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember things before they happen.'
'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.
'What sort of things do you remember best?' Alice ventured to ask.
'Oh, things that happened the week after next,' the Queen replied in a careless tone. 'For instance, now,' she went on, sticking a large piece of plaster on her finger as she spoke,' there's the King's Messenger. He's in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn't even begin next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.'
'Suppose he never commits the crime?' said Alice.
'That would be all the better, wouldn't it?' the Queen said, as she bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.
Alice felt there was not denying that. 'Of course it would be all the better,' she said: 'but it wouldn't be all the better his being punished.'
'You're wrong there, at any rate,' said the Queen: were you ever punished?'
'Only for faults,' said Alice.
'And you were all the better for it, I know!' the Queen said triumphantly.
'Yes, but then I had done the things I was pushed for,' said Alice: 'that makes all the difference.'
'But if you hadn't done them,' the Queen said, 'that would have been better still; better and better and better!' Her voice went higher with each better,' till it got quite to a squeak at last.
Alice was just beginning to say 'There's a mistake somewhere -,' when the Queen began screaming so loud that she had to leave the sentence unfinished. 'Oh, oh, oh!' shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as if she wanted to shake it off. 'My finger's bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!'

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Galatasaray - Fenerbahçe

http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/4996/photoproxyrz8.jpg

A discussion on Occupy

http://www.mrteacup.org/post/anarchist-at-the-end-of-the-universe.html

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Asıl Antagonizma.


"...it is only after a de-intellectualization of leftist militancy as a result of the violece of the coup d’etat and what followed that the cleft gained political efficiency; that the distant ideal Militant became an object of desire for the communist thinker’s desire and the detached intellectual/artist became an object of resentment for the militant’s.

Chto Delat on the other hand discreetly offered a model of a militant intellectual (or artist); one which does not feed on orthodox indoctrination but on in-group conflict; an intellectual consistency which is not afraid to let manifest its own cracks and disagreements but consistently hold on to the communist axiom"

Chto Delat yaz okulu hakkında böyle yazmışım geçen yaz döndükten sonra. Galiba bir süredir özellikle FT ile sohbetlerde demeye çalıştığım şey şu: sanki esas mesele entelektüel ile nesnesi arasındaki uzlaşmazlık gibi bir takıntı oluştu ve antropolojinin öz-düşünümsellik takıntısı bunun alamet-i farikası.

1) entelektüel ile akademik kelimelerini neredeyse eşitledi 

2) öz-düşünümsellik aslında öz-göndergeselliği katlayan bir şeyden ibaret

Halbuki asıl antagonizma entelektüelliğin nasıl yapılacağı sorusu olabilir. Dayanışmacı (kurum), kusmak yerine sindiren (üslup), ısrarcı (mizaç) bir entelektüellik ihtimali. Chto Delat'ın esas yaptığı şey entelektüellin üretim koşullarında değişim yaratmasıydı. Saydığım üç alan açısından da.

Bunu düşündürten de şurada Emrah Göker'in derleme kitap üzerine paylaştığı yazı oldu. Gerçekten de entelektüel pratiğin nasılı (estetiği, siyaseti) yerine ontolojisine çok odaklanılıyor belki de, ki bu da entelektüelliği kendi kendini gösteren bir şeye dönüştürüyor olabilir.

Thursday, 18 November 2010

faşizme inat kardeşimsin Hrant

He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died

Freedom rider
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place

He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong

He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He, he was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free
He died so his brothers could be free

simon&garfunkel