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HOMEOSTETICS
Le soi-disant
Genital organ of the neo-cannibal movement
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NEO-CANNIBAL PROCLAMATION
I
HOMEOSTETIC MANIFESTO
II
A COUNTRY BUMPKIN IN NEW YORK
III
A COUNTRY BUMPKIN IN NEW YORK (B version)
IV
OH, IF THERE WERE WHALES IN PORTIMÃO
V
SPARTAN EDUCATION
VI
ON THE STRUGGLE OF THE HOMEOSTETIC WAR
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MANIFESTO
VIII
MARMOREAL ODEON
OR
(POSTHUMOUS MANIFESTO EVOKING AGE-OLD WORRIES)
IX
F.B. MANIFESTO
X
THE ANAEMIA OF PAINTING
XI
INFRACRYPTOGRAPHIC
XII
PARA-HERMENEUTICS
XIII
THE PRIME MINISTER’s WAN-TANS
MANIFESTO ON THE STATE OF THE NATION
XIV
“LES ANIMACULES HOMEOSTHÉTIQUES”
XV
CONTINENTS
XVI
FROM CROCODILE ISLANDS
XVII
SOME THOUGHTS FROM OUR WISE GURU
BUDONGUIAN NIRVANAS
AND SUBTLETIES
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RED-HAIRED ANXIETIES
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NATIONAL CULTURE
HOMEOSTETICS
Le soi-disant
My dear inhuman brothers: the main escape-route from the current aesthetic-
technical-artistic impasse resides (due to your supremely sweet secret agitation) in
physis (commonly known as natura), this spectrum of faecality (defecationism-
abjectionism) that the laws of thermodynamics place in ebullition as a simmering pulp
in the outskirts of the outskirts
I would never define (and I mean never!) art other than a variant of armchair definitions
that dared precede our own. We dare to create our own timid precursors by placing
bombs beneath their sweet statues!
Perhaps it is the superstructure (honest to God?) that will be superseded by the poly-
structure (now you’re talking!)!
It is Civilisation (with its propensity for denial) that breaks down into interacting
civilisational foci filled with good intentions (Amen!)!
Beauty with need (or predatory tendencies) plays a major role within this programme.
It is cause and effect, alpha and omega, boorish revolution and chic reactionism (corsi
e ricorsi).
This point corresponds not only to a procedural need, which is homeostetic in its own
right, but also to an outright homeostetic victory.
Return to a descent into the Infernos, to lingering in the Purgatories and to revelry in
the Paradises and culminating in a glorious anti-cybernetic resurrection (prefigured in
God’s descent into Flesh).
Meaning will no longer reside in function of Time, but instead of Eternity (of which time
is only a fleeting image: the Archetype will become concrete, a building that is difficult
to destroy, but an excellent target for terrorist attacks).
Science will pay greater attention to the epidermic - gnostic phenomenon (bohu-tatoo),
especially in terms of its harmless mimetic strategies.
Anal, umbilical and guttural instruction will create natural aptitudes for the vulgarisation
of ecstasy and mystic-mathematical illuminations!
This process begins in the finite eye-glass of the body, the anus! The (camouflaged!)
personalisation of faecality (significantly) leads us, ultimately, to Absolute
Complexification i.e. to the flowery abyss of pre-gymno-genetic forces.
In this manner, cannibalism (or anthropophagy) is the correct metaphor for the
network of devouring exchanges between such hominids and their ETHOS.
It is true that autophagy has dignified the role of access to emptiness, to the plexus, to
nirvana, but if we relied solely on this strategic deviation it would hardly be very
enriching!
1. no-money. Our country is generically poor without being too poor. We lie on the
boundaries of the rich and little else. We are treated with a due level of disrespect,
without resentment, by those who own capital. Our future does not look very rosy.
2. art consumption (importation). We import as much as we can, and badly, and we
export next to nothing. Due to the lack of a national market or institutions with
vision (although some have genuine capacity), we import models from abroad
without taking time to digest them. We participate in the legitimisation of the cultural
imperialism that accompanies economic colonialism.
State colonialism has ended, with obvious advantages for the ex-colonialists, who
continue their business dealings without the inconvenience of having to associate
with the masses: full-time dedication.
3. Low level of production. We produce very little because we are bunch of Moors
and Southerners. But so were the Greeks and the Renaissance Italians! So we
have no excuse. Our low level of productivity derives from a lack of enthusiasm
best typified by the Fado and the sweet nostalgia of the Saudade. Idle leisure is
good for the soul and is the father of many things, but shouldn’t be confused with
inertia.
February 1982
I
HOMEOSTETIC MANIFESTO
Chaos exists in the centre of such things, it is one of the intimate god-machine-
methods, an active and inactive confusion: a cold passion that lies more or less in
waiting.
First the festive ritual of catharsis: to bite, to yelp, to contain, to involve; followed by
ceasing involvement.
This is achieved paradoxically. With the fingernails filled with black and white
humour, in a maximalist-minimalist act and vice-versa: in this case, we are left
perplexed by the scale because it is filled with incoming and outgoing flows, inside-
outside in movement.
The Homeostetic is a wise and absolute creature, conscious of his genius. The
roads of his excess lead him to the palace of wisdom. The limit between the
dragged and the dragger (magnetic fact) is the infinite-here.
Revolution, politics, regressivity, solidarity and the individualis me, they love us
profoundly:
oh to be a hero, crazy, cursed or Beautiful!
Ernesto, the honest duck-billed platypus, passed beneath the apartment belonging
to Sharkey, the brutish octopus.
– hey octopus, said the duck-billed platypus, I’d like to be an invertebrate just like
you…
TILT!!!
A country bumpkin in New York? Who can capture the labyrinthine marvels of this
sentence? What alchemical sorcery? What can (in the public’s mind) establish a
link between the signifier and the signified? A sign? It is precisely on this point that
Dr. X is going to talk to us (since he preferred to present a homeotypical
homeostetic).
– “we need to create a myth!”
Will we be the bearers and eternal defenders of this cause of deft, well-crafted and
Promethean poetry? (and for an identical situation, even if situated in another
dimension, we decipher the noble “Banderillas” of our dearly departed Eça de
Queirós).
It is:
warlike
prophetic
fairylike
mythical
wonderful
magnificent
chimerical!
(...)
The motorways inter-cross like spaghetti. Fine but nauseous buildings open out
when they touch the ground. Inside an elevator, a girl devours the mirror. Back to
the daily grind!
The people of Cape Verde organise a green-spitting competition. The inner part of
the shoulder-blade lies lifeless after so many eons in love with the meat-saw! The
meat-saw? It’s a symbol, like a hairbrush with a turtle-shell handle.
To hell with majorettes! Our friend eats a hamburger in Pimp’s, the waitress has
big boobs and my moustache is dripping with tomato sauce. The jungle! The
labyrinth! The streets and the subterranean corridors! What a beautiful city! In one
corner, a group of pigs devour a cogwheel.
The veins on the hoer’s face appear to be about to burst with Saint Elmo’s Fire.
The man desperately wields his centrifuging machine, so as to squeeze some
carrot juice, the sea-gulls are losing their plumage and the city is accruing purple-
red tones. A large bottle slowly glides over the plastic surface of the kitchenette
and Mickey M. pauses in his requested speech, his concertina filled with rumours
and cockroaches.
(...)
(dragging:)
but why should we unveil
the fine work (of art)
if this would be an unfortunate venture
(or even)
only advisable for consecrated
poets (the eternals)
It’s modern
It’s old hat
It’s a tambourine
It’s a roast duck (1)
(1) – Homeofrenetic parties with an air of lucid, languid, calm and ferocious
debauchment.
We nurse our hopes... what hope!!!... what certainty!!! That this quixotic family will
grow fatter and transform into Bacchus and from Bacchus into Saturn etc. and
finally (in Aesculapius) into the all-powerful Zeus!
Do you believe, hallowed public, that our cruel anxieties will transform, as with
everything, into a partner of the eternal national latrine?
The present day chimeras do not interest to us or (what we) love, everything is
Biblical. Sex, amiose, the sea, hunger, our art is (mag) the mirror of Alice.
The profoundly childish meaning, and a perfectly fanatical adoration, which at the
same time is sadomasochistic (for) or purely impressionistic in relation to natural
forces, for example: the sea, rocks, baby chickens, unicorns and mermaids.
HOMEOSTETIC INVOLVEMENT
POST-PARADOXOLOGICAL
INFRA-CRYPTOGRAPHIC
AND TRANSMENNIPEIC
METIS—KAIROS—ENTHOUSIASMOUS
6=O
THE UNIVERSE IS A CUBE
IN DOXA EST PARADOXA
3. Transmenipeic, because we enter into an age that ventures into the space left
between that which has not been de-sacralised; the only space in which one can
still laugh, since laughter is not therein inscribed.
Thais! Women are queens, they possess magnificent castles (palaces?). The spy
hides in their submersed parts.
Why don’t I like anything?
Is it futile?
The paradox is constant and leads us nowhere - a product of the malaise of our
times.
Due to external interferences, we will only be able to disclose this manifesto to the
general public much later than would otherwise be desirable. We are fully aware
that our disclosure will signal the ultimate death certificate of the art of a generation
that appears to us as the rotten fruit of the cold war. But war is war!
Blackberry concubines
Of wrinkled forget-me-nots
Delicate paraffin
Blossoming in your prairies!
That’s quite enough resisting temptation! Will no-one rid us of evil! It’s common
knowledge amongst the degenerate public that very little is now capable of
displacing them from their electric whisks and the mass media! Caput! That is our
new slogan! Oh for the prairies where we ride on buffalo to the sound of limpid
dung!
Our heroes? We remember Attila the Hun, Cleopatra, fresh and succulent meat
skewers, with butter melting on the immaculate flesh of spider-crabs! Adventure,
barbecued lamb, crazy, uncontrolled boy-scouting!
Down with synthetic food additives! Why not nurture livestock in apartments and
light bonfires at night, while feasting and drinking ancient-flavoured wines?
We need to mete out iron justice to this anaemic society! Decapitate “The Fox and
the Hound”!
That is our desire. Slowly, progressively fattening, the homeostetic movement will
impose its superior moral philosophy over this stagnant and canned filth, a new
model of chaos, of clarity, a natural morality, currently pre-pubescent, but tomorrow
a hairy beast.
Manuel Vieira
VIII
MARMOREAL ODEON
OR
(POSTHUMOUS MANIFESTO EVOKING AGE-OLD WORRIES)
Before Ancient Greece, art was a commercial entrepôt associated to the powers of
the non-visible. Such trade with divinity and adjacent demons became so
discredited that the main concern of artists in the classical era was exclusively
concentrated on the visible world.
To portray the visible world, its illusions and other mumbo-jumbo. This paradigm,
which is repeated in the Renaissance and always remained within the sights of
artists (and that nobly constituted the art of photography) is the flip side of the
philosophical paradigm. Hence the satire by our esteemed Plato when he
compared the artist to a third-class copier, a passive being.
Sculpture began its emancipation from the Egyptian model with the Kouroi. These
figures of death are not intended for death, frozen within their pyramidical hieratic
outlook. Instead they are posthumous erections of the laughing corpse. Luciano
configures death as a place of burlesque dialogues, where laughter always
appears as an exorcism of death itself and as polymorphic sexualisation of the
living and their poor Nomes. The subterranean laughter emerging from the
advances (through daring) of these important boys and girls prefigures the Being
and its tautological impossibility, and returns in this century in the form of Dadaism,
a place between Art and Anti-Art.
Hellenistic painting, which was as much Greek as it was Roman, along with
Romanesque prose, reveals itself as narrative and is not afraid of copying. If what
we can see today is mainly copies, they reveal an excellence that philosophy was
unable to reach, because philosophy quickly became a slave of its own legitimacy,
and its repetition, even with nobility, bears the stamp of “parrot-style repetition”. It
was necessary to wait 20 centuries before Jesuit neo-subjectivism renewed itself in
a decisive manner with Descartes. Whether or not Descartes erred in his
reasoning, he was no different from other philosophers. It was simply that the
philosophical machine found an unexpected second wind. In other words, it
discovered new perspectives that would keep it busy for several centuries.
Painting and rhetoric would like to be convincing, staying on the side of the
Sophists, who have remained forgotten and ridiculed until the present day. A
painting, as an ingenious machine of fantasy and illusion, never ceases to affirm its
delight in artifice and its association with the appearances of appearances. From
Apeles to Leonardo what counts is the simulation of plausible space. If a certain
realism frequently triumphed to the detriment of the abysmal attraction of the
fantastic, the latter, in its taste for paradox, often allied itself to lesser genres. The
grotesque and its metamorphic derision often arises as a threat (or mirage) of non-
being. As a result it is relegated to the margins, as if it contained no meaning, as if
it affirmed an image that persists in the fleeting image of that which neither exists
nor has anything to affirm or prove.
But this Greece which is not Greece, but which is born from her at every moment,
is reminiscent of Virgil’s Arcadia and the ruins of Prophecy. It is a pleasant
landscape that invites intelligent contemplation, where shepherds discourse with
philosophers. The landscapes of Claude Gelée and Poussin. They appear rustic,
but it is the concept that endows them with either their quietude or inquietude: ET
IN ARCADIA EGO. The sentiment of mortality is the synonym of the desire of
appeasement.
That’s why it was necessary to invent other Greeces. The Greece of Hegel and
Hölderlin. The Greece of Nietzsche, which is not Greece but a babble of
approximations. Heidegger’s tautological Greece with his etymological digressions
in which Being trembles in his game of hide-and-seek. Archaeology also undertook
to forge new Greeces. The Roman Greeces of Herculaneum and Pompey and the
labyrinthine Greeces which existed prior to the Greece of Crete. It has also been
claimed that Troy was ultimately more of a phantasm than a culture.
The Hellenists changed a great deal in function of philosophers and anthropology.
They discovered rational and irrational Greeces. The philosophers also began to
change in function of the Hellenists.
Greece after Burcket or Vernant, after Dods or Cassin has not yet rediscovered
itself in plastic terms. Why not? Because Greece was one of the most frequent
forms of legitimisation. The recourse to myth was a sign of the erudition or
astuteness of an artist. But his interpretation of such matters was often aimed at
other goals.
There are pictorial exceptions in the confrontation with Hellenism: Piero di Cosimo,
Ticiano and Poussin.
But who are our intellectual masters? Heraclitus, the Sophists, the Cynics and New
Sophistry, in particular Luciano. If Heraclitus installed the mobile element, together
with modest chastity, the Sophists proposed an art of playful denial, of pure game-
playing, in which Kairos, as a stroke of genius using a Techné, plays a
fundamental role. Kairos is the creative element, Chance that becomes evident
through fortuitous association. The Cynics ridiculed the apparatus of legitimisation,
i.e. to destroy the desire to please or displease that the Sophists considered so
essential. But as with the teachings of Krishna in the Bhagavad-Gita, the forms of
engagement or renunciation of the world are paradoxical. As a result, the true cynic
does not take cynicism literally, just as the true Sophist is more interested in
discovering new arguments or in talking for the sake of talking rather than ceding to
institutions or protectors.
Why don’t we return to Crete, given that few echoes of its plasticity have been
found? In Cretan art, the mobile element, or Poikilos, is more evident than in any
other era or style. Its delicate and precious pulpous and marine motifs seem to
echo in these rare fragments that which we dare to define as Manueline. Tales’
“Water” marries itself with Apeiron’s knotty “Anaximandro”.
When, five decades ago, Callois referred to mimicry and Crete in the same book he
was establishing an interface between both, thus rendering Crete and mimicry
more explicit. Now it is exactly the determinations of mimicry, mime, imitation and
illusion that caused Greece to diverge. From the chameleon to the praying mantis,
passing through a pure condition of travesty, Greece constituted its topics and
dissidences, which became progressively more explicit and chimerical.
Today we are probably far more Greek in our lives, in our respectable and wafer-
thin fifth generation of Dadaism, in terms of our desire to attain limitless
syncretisms, to create unfettered knowledge, to respond for the sake of
responding, to consider history as a private undertaking rather than a nationalist or
pseudo-internationalist hypocrisy. History is not destined to serve as a form of
proof or example, offering a morality of tales that cost lives. We appropriate history
for our own from the moment in which we remake our own lives, in which it
becomes real. It therefore makes perfect sense to say: history is the marriage of all
fashion, in its singularity, syncretism and true potential. History is the morphology
that enriches our plenitude!
NOTHING TO UNDERSTAND
EVERYTHING TO ADORN
PEOPLE ARE NOT USED TO THINKING, WE HAVE TO THINK FOR THEM. IT’S
A TOUGH, THORNY AND UNGRATEFUL TASK.
Proença
January 1986
XI
INFRA-CRYPTOGRAPHIC
(1985/86?)
Against novelty and difference at all costs (What Novelty? What Difference?).
Against standardisation (against aesthetics that are too well founded).
Speaking about: complete works of art such as the grand triptychs and the
cathedrals.
Speaking about the “refusal” to theorise as a form of dissuasion. Theory is
secretism.
Metis/Kairos/Enthousiasmous
(black notebook)
Generalised contra-induction
Reactive strategies (i.e., do the opposite of what you are doing, of what an “in
vogue” artist is doing, or what has been done throughout the long archaeology of
the History of Art).
Constructive strategies (i.e., to determine “closed” idiomatic styles on the basis of
simple articulated rules (Sol Lewitt). Effect of playing games. Requires the
definition of interdictions.
Deconstructive strategies (dismantlement of pre-existing structures, forms and
games).
Semiological strategy (attempt to articulate idiomatic styles on the basis of an idea
of “plans aimed at the production of differences” that will be simple plans.
Syncretic strategy (mixture of styles, etc. Reproduction, copying, poorly reproduced
eclecticism, kitsch, etc.).
Iconoclast/Figural
Expressionist/Formalist
Round/Angular
These interpretations are one of the new bestiaries of a monstrous fauna. Para-
hermeneutics simply requires dynamic plasticity. The truth that is thereby
unleashed is like false ceilings filled with junk. The game of blind man’s buff
reaches mistaken truth through groping, but, however mistaken it may be, it
nonetheless has the consistence of truth.
Well! Some people say that there is another model to advance towards the Truth,
i.e., to invent it, to construct it, to create or deform reality in order that it may
thereby be adjusted. There is also the extrepretation, the violent seizure, of little
consequence today but fatal tomorrow, with the seizure of Europa and other similar
abductions. No copies or simulacrums. Interpretation still takes care to connect and
weave, like a tarantula, the tenebrous threads to which the victim slowly succumbs.
Yes, Joe, the ones we seek are not here. How about a tequila to cool the cockles
of our hearts?
Homeostetic Drama is the drama of Sanctity: how to remain pure in this post-
modern operetta filled with hygienic sex (mental-mind and in practise: a bit like
coitus interruptus while stopping to clean our teeth and a punctured condom to
boot) and remote-controlled (from Mars, of course!). Of exquisite art galleries with
gallery owners that DON’T go to bed with their artists, plus the sordid world of
sleazy pick-ups until the dawn? How can we remain pure? In other words, integral
and even more, like Wagnerian heroes or the fools of the round table?
It is also a venomous GURU, like Timothy Leary: who pedagogically drags the
masses towards an immediate nirvana, without gymnastic nuisances.
A theorist of the diaspora: in this case it consults the rabbi and has already carried
out the mental circumcision between TORA and FREUD. It is everywhere and
dreams of returning (with a bit of luck) to the promised land.
A ridiculous new state, that has inherited from the Estado Novo, only the façade of
half a dozen good constructions and second-rate rhetorics. Monumentalism
tailored to suit the Portugal of the Little People.
A depraved orientalist who looks at sanscrit dictionaries with his eyes focused on
Kajuraho’s static debauchery.
OH!
Abysmal dramas are a thing of the past. The deluge was a political metaphor to
wash dirty linen. It was never even slightly amusing.
Phew!!
The saint watches all this, with serene indifference: APOCALYPSES ARE FOR
THE MASSES! THEIR CINEMATOGRAPHY IS APPALLING!
Note: mark your answers with a cross at the end of the survey.
Our prudence is highly moralistic. No resignations, blows beneath the belt, Spanish
castles. If we speak about paradise, this is not propaganda and even less a
shortage of ideas. Astrologically (see Madame Min in “Mickey” n.º 176, Edições
Abril Cultural, 1973) we are condemned to paradisiacal delights, to nectar,
ambrosia (see “The Feat of the Centaurs”, by Georges Dumezil, where the problem
is approached incorrectly, as subsequently recognised by the author), and to
sacred chalices (in Monty Python’s version).
There are those who like to bypass Utopias, those who like to brush against them
and those who are (h)eternally unsatisfied.
Now or never
We have no thirst (nor hope) for novelty, at least for that type of novelty that most
people seek out in order to then follow blindly. The only true novelty is death and
death is absurd.
We are quite sure that art is always at the end of its cycle, in the exact end point of
its own movement, with Hegelian sunsets and other crepuscular illusions. It’s
identical to saying that everything is in its beginning in the auroral ultimatum with
which the ELOHIM (in their Biblical plural) made Light. Bereshit.
Augusto Barata was also constantly dying (but who is Augusto Barata? - see his
aphorisms in a page to be subsequently determined).
“I have often had a fancy for writing a romance about an English yachtsman who
slightly miscalculated his course and discovered England under the impression that
it was a new island in the South Seas…There will probably be a general
impression that the man who landed (armed to the teeth and talking by signs) to
plant the British flag on that barbaric temple which turned out to be the Pavilion at
Brighton, felt rather a fool.” (Chesterton)
This exhibition is like a sponge that redeems all irony sharing a similar appearance.
It absorbs, absorbs, absorbs. Irony is never the essence but rather a rhetorical
method that denotes a certain modest chastity. At best it might speak of a parody
of our primary instructions and of fifth empires that vary from a boorish longing for
the good old days to the mystical megalomanias of Fernando Pessoa.
Or, this kills all our disbeliefs with a single blow.
The work of art, impotent before the decline of meaning and truth (and its
derivatives) sought outlets in sphinx-like corridors of false enigmas. They
dramatised the elimination of meaning through recourse to technological scenarios,
schizophied memories, and uncertain instincts (such as having babies).
The earth had trembled and was to tremble once again. We looked to one side for
fractal dispositions.
The earth, the plutonic entrails, chose not to reveal any more treasure. Perhaps if
they had been restricted to an octonian chastity. Perhaps everything, if it had
dissipated.
There was also the spherical being in its brilliant suspension. In a state of
permanent suspension. In the meteor of thought / suspension where there is no
cruelty or suffering, but only splendour.
(the love of dox (glory) and paradox)
Post-paradoxical children, trans-menippeical instincts instintos trans-
menipeicos, infra-cryptographic theatres.
Sealed contingencies. Or a cruel, frenetic, demanding desire to ornament the void
with pleasant paradises.
(Continents)
Just because.
“Gaogaogaone! Tapaa!
And the stellas were shinings. And the earthnight strewed aromatose. His pibrook
creppt mong the donkness. A reek was waft on the luftstream. He was ours, all
fragance. And we were his for a lifetime. O dulcid dreamings languitous!
Taboccooo!” (Joyce, F.W., obviously)
The crocodiles are often confused with the whales. For example (consult the
encyclopaedias), the Leviathan. Can we talk about the whales of the Nile or the
amorous songs of the crocodiles. This clearly constitutes a case of croco-
dilettantism.
As a Crioule once said: “on vá b’ulé Mécá avec la divine nullitule pu’ se tení’ plus
p’oches à Mécá!”
The hygiene of the soul requires subtle care. The entire mystery of the universe is
contained in BUDONGA, the tantric/homeoasthetic word.
Allegory: two men went in search of a den where they could recite BUDONGA. On
their way, they caught sight of a subtle pea – “My God, what if they are still abusing
our hospitable Cornelia, the Prudence girl, the snow-white bunny?...”. The pea then
went to request advice from the guru, Silva, a weary old tortoise. The tortoise, a
subtle master of Absence, simply said – “The Universe is a subtle puddle,
constantly buffeted by the wind, sand and millions of creatures, wherein we are
reflected and sometimes appear crystal clear and at other times turbid and
confused”. The pea thereupon replied: – “How vain you are! You just want to take a
bath. If the universe is a puddle, then I’m a circus seal!”
There was suddenly a sound of “Pling!” and the pea transformed into a circus seal.
Genius should not shut itself within cans of pomade, but should exist in the
fermentation/catapulting of the entire Homeostetic condition, i.e. through the
redemption of stardom, in the tie to an anacatastrophic morality, in indiscretion and
violent MODEST CHASTITY!
The vice of prophecy has been born within us and (what’s more) the prophecies
are in tune even in the most imbecile inflections. Imbecile…imbecile…imbecile
(repeat)
As with the oracular tap in Delphi we do nothing more than reveal. Old Heraclitus
once said the same!...
The interpretations, the meaning, the absurd destinies generated by semantics, all
this pertains to a morality other than that embraced by us in our free time. They
represent the rationality of our inattention!
(AUTHORITARIAN VOICE)
Everything we say is to be learned by heart, to be repeated!
There is nothing to be understood! Understanding ceased to be a need, a
requirement, an absolute and crystalline fact in order to be relegated to a place
where rotten furniture is being piled up!
TODAY, MORE THAN EVER, THINGS BEGIN AND END IN THE HOMEOSTETIC
PRIMER. IN THE TRUE SENSE OF A SCHOOL. OR ACADEMY!
WE DO NOT THINK
WE KNOW!
What’s the use of the dithyrambic mechanics of thought when in each vocal
inflection, in each minor gesture, we are the spokesmen of everything that has
been, and will ever be, thought?
As such Homeostetics is in favour of illuminated/enlightened Totalitarianism.
Compared with such a blissful dictatorship, the roads of democracy are highly
dubious! Compared with such a divine language, all babelisms are no more than
primal cryptographies!
To accept the evils of the kingdom is to be a ruler of the Universe, Lao-Tsé (or Lao-
Tan, or whatever the hell his name was!) once boldly declared. The Homeostetic
question is associated with reviewing the body (with suitable make-up) of
insignificant national mythologies, not in terms of their negativity (oh Tchang-Tseu,
oh Scotus Erigena!), but as something that may be perpetuated, that may endure.
The Modern Tradition denies in order to affirm, the Homeostetic Tradition affirms in
order to deny.
What universal maxims may be constituted within this boundless territory wherein
we wander?
It is the world of Eça de Queirós, Agustina Bessa Luis, Ross Pyn, M. Oliveira,
Nicolau Breyner, etc., etc. Or is it the world of Hollywood filtered through pirate
cassettes and boorish, tired eyes?
What does Homeostetics have in common? Can we talk about a generation with
shared values and practises? We who spent our adolescence immersed in the
simulacrum of a revolution? We who chose not to affiliate in parties and didn’t turn
our backs on politics!
Look carefully! Homeostetics was descriptive at two levels:
Paradox is non-biblical.
To block:
I love committing faux-pas.
I love being stupid.
I love fooling myself, failing, being slow-witted.
I don’t give a damn about any of this!
Deep down, committing a faux-pas is delicious and those who do not commit
them are profoundly square.
Who cares about the repercussions of a faux-pas? The negative feedback also
has positive feedback.
The kind of people who are so demanding and intelligent that they never meet
their own standards.
The fact of not meeting our own standards is unimportant. I could even say that
I meet my own lowest common denominator. In every sense of the term.
To desire the most, but without any expectations. To strive after the absolute, as
a game, a private joke. Everything is a private joke, intransmissible and at the
same time contagious.
“If someone asks you about being, respond with non-being. If someone asks
you about non-being, respond with being. If they ask you about the common
man, respond in terms of the wise man (and vice-versa). By virtue of this
method of mutually-related opposites you will attain understanding of the Middle
Way. To each question posed respond in terms of the opposite.” (in Watts)
Paradoxes are not only verbal, they may also be visual, textile, climatic,
olfactory, palatable, sexual.
To seek satori is the same thing as losing it. If you seek it, it’s in order not to find
it.
We cannot free ourselves because we are already free. We were always free.
All of us. Everything.
That may even be a lie. But it’s all the same anyway.
I don’t seek out nor seek myself. I am found. What is it that finds me?
Seek to vacate.
Active action changes the world for good and ill simultaneously.