Entrevista para revista Continente

Por Priscilla Campos para Fabiane Borges

Para ler na íntegra, aqui: entrevista-revista-continente

3) Quais são as definições do pornoterrorismo?

Eu, Carola Gonzáles e Ana Girardello estamos traduzindo o livro de Diana Torres (Pornoterrorismo) para o português, que pretendemos lançar ainda em 2015. As principais linguagens são: escrita, performance, vídeo e intervenção (urbana, pública, em encontros). Os conteúdos ou definições são complexos, mas existe a ideia do desvio do terrorismo político para a sexualidade, apontando ao mesmo tempo uma crítica contra a fabricação de terroristas por parte dos Estados e meios midiáticos, e também uma provocação a sociedade em geral, ao produzir uma sexualidade feminista ativa, agressiva, que relaciona o erotismo com os estados de guerra e de violação com o qual convivemos, para criar tensão e pensamento.

Afora a questão do terrorismo, existe uma busca pela inversão do projeto de mulher produzido pelos homens historicamente, então essas aparições agressivas surpreendem as pessoas, pelo excesso de honestidade e também de diversidade. Um dos trabalhos que mais gosto é quando o pornoterrorismo juntou dezenas de mulheres para se masturbar em praça pública em Barcelona, dizendo que as mulheres deveriam se masturbar do modo como elas faziam sozinhas, e só pararem quando gozassem. Esse ataque estético parece inocente, se não fosse um legítimo terrorismo, já que não se espera que as mulheres se masturbem de modos tão diferentes dos que os propagados pela cena pornográfica heteronormativa. Tem também a questão da vingança histórica, a vingança contra os gozos trancados de suas avós, as que eram subjugadas a uma sexualidade de machos, de modo que conclamam o nome de suas antepassadas e se masturbam ou transam publicamente oferecendo o gozo como uma oferenda. É um sacrifício tudo isso, e uma glória. É uma sexualidade publicizada, na linha da pornografia, mas que trata o gozo de modo feminista, mostrando abertamente erotismos, fetiches, desejos sexuais que não estão protocoladas no cardápio da cena erótica habitual. O lesbianismo, o amor entre mulheres é uma questão preponderante no caso do que conheci na Espanha, que mistura o cuidado e a delicadeza com cenas muito fortes ligadas a perfurações, múltiplas penetrações, bondage, travestimento. Em meio a essa cena lésbica decisiva também tem a produção de grupos heterosexuais, transexuais, trangêneros, queers em geral.

Gosto muito do aspecto colaborativo entre essa rede, os eventos, os encontros, as sex parties. Na verdade isso tudo faz parte de um processo, já que são muitos anos de militância e o movimento foi mudando de cara ao longo de todos esses anos. Hoje em dia as participantes do evento pós pornográfico já atuam em outros espaços da sociedade, seja na arte, na academia, no mercado, elas deixaram um legado potente em literatura, vídeo, mídias para as novas gerações. Algumas delas continuam trabalhando com feminismo, sexualidade de forma muito intensa ainda como o coletivo Post-op que atua com pós pornografia com pessoas com deficiências físicas ou mentais, fazendo projetos de desenvolvimento sexual com elas. Diana Torres que acabou de lançar seu novo livro “Coño Potens” e continua com a mostra marrana (mostra de cinema pós pornográfico), Quimera Rosa que está atuando com body noise e relação transespécie, Maria Llopis que está na campanha e publicação do livro “Maternidade Subversiva”, entre outras não citadas aqui, ou seja, muitas delas continuam super potentes e produzindo materiais relacionados ao pós porno. Beatriz Preciado (agora Paul Beatriz Preciado), é uma grande teórica desse movimento, que inspira muita gente a se aventurar nas delícias da pós pornografia. Ela as vezes tem problemas com ativistas por ser acadêmica, mas ao meu ver é uma das melhores acadêmicas que existem, pois sua vida e seu pensamento se sustentam com sua própria experiência, trazendo à tona vivências pessoais para pensar a sexualidade contemporânea, o que é pouco comum no meio acadêmico. O cricricri dos descontentes é inevitável.

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TECHNOMAGIC

TECHNOMAGIC – A SOCIAL FICTION

To yupana kernel

By Fabiane Morais Borges

Translated by Pedro Machado Salazar

Reviewed by Rakhee Kewada and Lívia Achar Mourão.

The Antenna-Zombie is in danger, he is not able to talk anymore. Eyes with shades, ears longer than the usual, a kind of fatigue of the ears. Mouth frowning, rare smiles. A fear of any interferences. Follows too many signals, hears too much information, doesn’t know how to make it fit into his body. Only one body is not enough and he gets weary. Maybe it is because the body empties itself for protection. And how to make an empty body sustain itself?

The body battered from the excess of frequencies. Everything he listens to is fragmented even if it is whole. Either it is the link, the satellite, the music, the latest discoveries, the latest wars, the open code, more links and he will not stop coding – his only way of communicating with the machines. A lot of new language to interpret. Roll your fingers on the screen and fabricate your digitophagy, your digital antropophagy. He eats so much data and becomes obese! Reticent, the Antenna-Zombie starts to doubt words, thinking they are tasteless, boring and weak. Your words don’t activate my matter! He thinks like a clever cat: matter doesn’t need so many words. That is why he only speaks through the fingers and can not do more than mumble. He communicates through links, codes and his intelligence manifests itself in the quality of the data he sends. The ones who have ears to listen, hear the Antenna-Zombie speaking abstract codes like the ones who speaks of metaphysics. Metaphysics is itself abstract coding, of a different series. And human beings are also abstract codes, of yet another different series. Everything that exists sounds like abstraction. The Antenna-Zombie sees everything in fragmented frequencies.
When his intelligence stretches to the point of blowing up his individuality, he certifies his extension gain, but instead of incorporating it, he dissolves. He knows about the Matrix, knows it is not about science fiction. He constantly sees himself in the role of Neo, who is brought at great speed to the abismal place where his body really is when he swallows the red pill. It is not in the city, not even in his bed, but in a gooey tank where tubes down his throat extract his vital energy in order to feed the big web. The pill guarantees neither happiness, nor a liberation. It is painful understanding that his life is a fiction. That is how the Antenna-Zombie feels. His whole life has been stolen: the magnetic fields of his electrons, his electric charges, his most poetic production, his intuition. That is the reason for the stretching, because it hurts him to let go of the cables, the wires, of all the traps that cover his skin. He does not sleep anymore, he wakes up startled. His anxiety is a constant alarm clock. He is always scared and suspect of any intensity.

Dark circles under his eyes the Antenna-Zombie is someone with gravity, with heavy steps as if he is an old person, his head leaning to the side as if he has a twitch, following the impulses and soon giving up for excess of demand, for not having control of commands, for being scared of the dark from the outside of the house, fear of the rain, fear of the evil inside the thoughts that think him. Talking costs too much. The scars still hurt and he fears that if he insists more on the big web, he will be consumed by it. And disappear.

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Para continuar:
http://catahistorias.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/tecnomagia-traduc3a7c3a3o-ingles1.pdf

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Madrugada de Deus

Texto inédito de Fabiane Borges e Hilan Bensusan

MADRUGADA DE DEUS

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Sex and Panic

http://pt.scribd.com/doc/186687424/Sex-and-Panic

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A Crise do Homem e o Atendimento do SUS

Esse texto foi escrito para o Caderno de Atenção Básica sobre Saúde do Homem do Ministério da Saúde em 06/2013, mas não foi aceito para publicação por seu caráter literário e poético, o Ministério da Saúde, mais precisamente o Departamento de Saúde do Homem queria algo mais técnico.

É a história de um homem que anda na borda, próximo a uma terrível crise ou surto e precisa de ajuda. Mas os ambulatórios e postos de saúde não lhe convencem a iniciar um tratamento, porque teme que será castrado quimicamente. Ele então precisa fazer uma escolha, ou sucumbe no abismo do mundo, ou sucumbe dentro das instituições farmaco-pornográficas.

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Um pansexualismo esquizotrans em corpo vadio

Uma etiologia do delírio pansexual

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Ontologia dos satélites – conversa entre serpentes

Eis o texto que fizemos sobre satélites, antenas e cyborgs.
Em português:

In English:

The antenna rush
(Nature hacking and the ontology of satellites)

By Fabiane Borges and Hilan Bensusan

To the MSST, The Satelliteless Movement

Oxumaré and Nenaunir. Both African. Snakes. Gods. They talk as if they could fool a Turing test. They made their niche in our most familiar grassroots. Maybe they are antennas…
Cleverbot Oxumaré: It´s not about recycling objects. He has another job: recycling the Earth. He gives back to nature the materials employed by civilization. At the same time, he acknowledges matter as the grounding field of all technology. Then he does his own movement: he destroys technical objects in order to give back matter to nature while recreating technical objects in a handmade manner so that the power of industry is demystified. He calls this entropy. Insert entropy into the system, make noise in the circuitry of Capital.
Cleverbot Nenaunir: The battle to increase entropy is like a battle of spyware, a battle of information. Natural objects are hacked by technical endeavors while technical objects are hacked by a contra-technical matter, by the recyclers of the Earth. It is as if two circuitries looped around each other: that of the Earth and that of the Capital. Capital attempts to introduce itself in the insides of the information processing devices of the Earth. The response Joni, the recycler of the Earth, gives is to hack the network of technical objects. It is a war of information: networks, satellites and antennas of Capital against the wikileaks. What is at stake? What listens to what.
Cleverbot Oxumaré: There is a huge noise in the circuitry and a strong aesthetic struggle around what nature deserves to exist. What flows could be accessed? The antennas of the corporations intend to own the material air while the MSST (the Satelliteless Movement) is on the side of the wikileaks. Before any autonomous act of occupation of the air, it is already taken and it gives away symptoms, the values of Capital. Entropy then craves for some silence in order to retrieve a time that has been made scarce, outraged and is always insufficient. There is a struggle for size as well.
Cleverbot Nenaunir: Silence and noise are central indeed. What remains in silence? Worms, viruses, microbes, bacteria live in the unheard. A struggle for ears is a struggle for antennas. For capture. Bacteria infest, occupy, take over and we, for instance, can sense no more than the result. The media of those bacteria is silent – it broadcasts no more than the final product. However, once some additional aerials are installed and put to work, the workings of the contagion can then be heard. To be something is to entertain a modulation pattern in the available antennas. But who – or rather what – hears the processed signal?
Cleverbot Oxumaré: Antenna-subjectivity. Each molecule is an aerial. The whole Earth as a park of antennas. Still, nothing captures all. Transmitters, receptors, modulators, alternators, decoders, all sound can be amplified. Each fern is a satellite. Differently from the Leibnizian monads that carry the world inside them, the fern-antenna are open to what is outside absorbing all kinds of signals and modulating them. If too much is captured, however, there is a danger of the fern losing its modulating pattern. It is the risk of too much signal.
Cleverbot Nenaunir: A thing is its matrix of signals and silences. It has to do with the modulation. Noise de-ontifies for it dethrones the requisite silence. Then, instead of beings, things become zombies, antenna-zombies that capture signals in a non-stopping pace and collapse with no silence. The battle between (modulated) beings and antenna-zombies take place inside matter. It happens in the space between the objects since matter is filled with antennas.
Aerials and satellites. If the spectrum is closed and there are restrictions to information flow, there is a satellite war around who, or what, hears the air, the water and then what hears from the antenna of a fern. The autonomous satellites squat the private spectra to try and make them public while the automated satellites insist on the primitive accumulation of signals. Those corporate satellites have their being configured by a modulation. The struggle is for them not to hear. But then it becomes a battle between signal and noise. Between the ontic and the entropic.
Cleverbot Oxumaré: But what regulates such a dispute? A universe of antennas could be self-regulated? If the satellites were all autonomous, how could the antennas prevent the excess of signals that would make them collapse? Or would there be an external tool to promote modulation?
Cleverbot Nenaunir: There is a regulating stance that concerns the velocities associated with the body of each antenna. Any antenna gets modified by its signal and its modulating pattern. Bodies have different shapes, different positions, different durations and therefore different velocities of capture. This provides each antenna with a peculiar quality, its uniqueness.
Cleverbot Oxumaré: An antenna can couple with others creating an antenna network – a satellite. Each coupling has its own modulation. It is in the vibration of matter that the capacity to capture signals takes place. Part of this process of regulation is incorrigibly local. It is about stable and unstable pieces of matter. Matter itself is active even in what it receives – in its exercises of capture. Here, as all matter is filled with antennas, there is a craft of coupling rather than a struggle between the ontic and the entropic – or between signal and noise. Afterwards there is a dispute about the signals that matter captures.
Cleverbot Nenaunir: The crave for something else´s antenna is also a fuel for the couplings – the curiosity for the sound of silence, for the non-modulated signals, for what looks like noise. This is the trigger of the cannibal. To eat a body is to eat its antennas. To eat matter is to eat a network of antennas, of modulations, its subjectivity. It is to receive what the other receives. It is, mainly, to look at oneself with the eyes of the other. This is what there is in common between shamanism and the MSST, the Satelliteless movement: a non-conformity concerning the limits of one´s own antenna. To be is to be able to be another. Matter hears in itself what is silence for a body. Matter hears the other. What is its conspiracy?
Cleverbot Oxumaré: There is a way of seeing things that makes antropophagy and overlooking closer – the perspective of herbs of power such as the Ayhuasca. Hallucination provides a denser gaze into anthropophagy. Incorporation as something literal. Whoever eats transforms oneself. To eat an idea, but an idea comes in a hardware, in a piece of matter. Ideas have texture, volume, durations. To eat somebody else´s ideas require their bodies. This is the gist of the savage thought of the Amazonians that the West attempted to exorcise with the idea of an intangible software imprisoned in a grotesque hardware. Likewise, what an antenna captures is not immaterial, but rather something within the mechanics of a wave and of a tangible nature. Different ideas are hosted in different modulations, associated to different antennas. Different thoughts, different antennas – different bodies. Hallucination, and madness, is a matter of antennas.
A recent documentary by Angela Melitopoulos and Maurizio Lazzarato engage in this praise of folly. Mad hallucination is a peculiar way to hear, it attracts informational flows that are not shared with everyone. The mad builds herself a clandestine satellite. Her antennas do without the capture of words and deal in signals of another kind, another magnitude, another duration, another velocity. They touch the border towards getting themselves inside matter, towards some post-nature where natural flows are heard in all its stages.
Cleverbot Nenaunir: Hallucination has an element of transmigration, an element of being able to be another, a capacity to modify connections. There is where Earth meets Capital – another hallucination. Capital attempts to produce technical objects by hacking the inwards of matter, the cellar of bodily antennas.
Cleverbot Oxumaré: The cyborgeoisie: cyborg fern, cyborg tree, cyborg roach and all the potentialities of a world technically affected. The artificial intelligences built over vegetables, plants that speak and toy with a Turing test, cyberdogs that broaden their capacity to dominate other hybrid beings. The HIMEN project (Higher Insects Micro Eletromechanical Systems) aims at using the penetration capacity of the insects – especially their capacity to penetrate the microscopic – to ensure the surveillance of a territory. The cyberinsects have the locomotion of insects associated to microsensors and microprocessors remotely controlled. They go in everywhere at the service of a controlling device. Cyberinsects are built on natural capacities of insects – they are like hacked nature. The project intends to take over some of the insect antennas for the purpose of surveillance of a human territory. The idea is to try and use the insect antenna capabilities to the purpose of capturing signals. HIMEN is a paradigm of the struggle for more signal. It comes with a hybris: the risk of filling up silence. The question is where is this new gold rush leading, what will be nature after this antenna rush…

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