UCFML, Questions du maoïsme: De la Chine de la Révolution Culturelle à la Chine des Procès

“The failure of a revolution universally sets the task of specifying what it has stumbled up against; what internal political question kept it, in positive mass conditions, from reaching its principal conscious goals. Today a Marxist is someone who, within the framework of an organized politics, makes an effort to resolve for him or herself the PROBLEMS left hanging by the initial Maoism, the Maoism of Mao Zedong, the Maoism that is contemporary to the Cultural Revolution. There is no other Marxism except this one.”

morning, on top of a hill

the grandmother on wheelchair,
it was recent that she lost the ability to walk.
the bliss of having so many family members around her.

the shortest of them all stood out
the infant, the grandson it must be who just started walking.

looking like

...and thus we travel
and recognised another face as the face of another.

we are far from here,
yet she resembles a friend of mine
he reminds me of a TV actor
I don't remember the name.

This is another way to explain 'familiarity'
If He exists

He must have exhausted the possible permutations
the stock has depleted in His warehouse of expression and mannerism

Lacking variety
not only of faces
not only of tragedies or ideas for another Sunday

but of many incalculable eventualities
and one distant intimacy.

half-circle

impossible, impossibility
where will it be?
will you be at the East of me?
when Southeast was running amok
when Northeast is always repressed.

I do not have enough words that you spoke.
a bottle cap was all that I could find to use as a globe

to help you picture better
the furthest distance one could travel
along the equator,

the actual distance we were and would be,
the half-circle from each other.

Tower Sunday

the tower is closed today.

well, it's a Sunday,

and like those who want rest.

the Sunday for all eyes to

shut like the graffiti eyelids of shop shutters without guilt.

The view of the city wants some rest, likewise.

The panoramic view must be tired

and wants some rest from our gaze,

from people,

from admirable stares or touristic snaps.

It is not speech

but a gesture

I am sure it isn't speech
but the gestures of tongue and lips.

Still

I plan to smoke as much as you do

More or less

It was very much like what has been written - which is to say it was very much like what we have read. The university education, the ambition which failed to commensurate with the circumstances, the grim reality after leaving school. Your refusal to bow - to a time consuming occupation, any philistine would crave for - has resulted having to resort to a low-wage temp. jobs to get by. The mundane task which offers only blisters on your fingers as commission. But how many Bukowskis are there. It doesn't matter if you once aspired to be a poet, a writer, a painter or photographer. It was very much like what they have written. The better use of your hands and observational skills can wait. The aspiration could be easily deferred, but you are really tired at night or distracted. To be diminished and defeated by the years - waiting for your time to come, the time to live your country. It doesn't matter you are of what descent, how easily good books could found here, how many important artists or writers are living in, or was from your city, it was more or less what they have written, what they have mentioned again and again. We are the same person with another name, in another period, of another manner and different physical permutation.

Horizon - Peter Hallward (Badiou: Subject to Truth, p.319)

A horizon is not an objective structure of the world or the universe, but a limit specific to a particular prescription or conceptualization, however indecisive or abstract. Even the mathematical demonstration of an unending sequence of ever larger infinite numbers, while it certainly establishes the banal and numerically limitless dimension of all numbers, is nevertheless obliged to acknowledged a kind of specifically numerical "horizon," that is, an unreachable limit that no numbering operation takes place: this is the limit indicated, as we know, by the impossibility of a single set of all sets. Such an impossible set would precisely be a set without horizon in this sense, that is, a set that excludes anything accessible.