pour avoir une idée de ces mouvements turcs en si grand danger (répression, arrestations, assassinats, intervention imminente de la police dans les universités) deux textes incroyables de Cagla Aykac (@reka, c’est une amie de Rutvica Andrijasevic, qui aimerait tellement que tu travailles sur Foxconn)
je vais traduire le premier pour vacarme, wish me luck
Strong Bodies, Dirty Shoes : An Ode to the Resistance
Roar Mag, 8/1/14
▻http://roarmag.org/2014/01/gezi-spirit-poetry-art-resistance
Gezi was a bit of a brain crash: it exposed the wound of not being able to think enough and to know more. It made you see your ignorance and pointed to those who had knowledge of direct action, like women, gays, students, Kurds, Alevis, leftists, Muslims, and other rejects of all sorts. Minorities were present from the start — they already knew how to think, write and talk about all this. The silent and ignorant others had to learn a new language, and many still struggle to declassify their tongue. Thinking is not quite a crime around here yet, but it is strongly discouraged, sabotaged, and sometimes punished. [...] Gezi received much love and solidarity from the world. It might have received more than it gave, like a cute yet somewhat spoiled baby star. It was all play — an experimental art work in politics; it was risky. That was before the big destruction; before they came to crash, burn, and break. Then, the witch-hunt started — public threats, verbal and physical terror, getting fired, lynched in the media, arrested and put in prison, and still keeping up with the smile.
The language of war snipes at women first. His women, his park, his children, his property, his fake trees, his big bridges, his shopping malls, his cash, and his quantitative nonsense. Numbers do not make sense any more, they are played with, they just circulate around, empty of content, like in all rising authoritarian regimes. Obedience wants to become a norm, freeze the brain, package it in plastic, and sell it in a shopping mall. Six months after Gezi, revenge is on the agenda. It is cold outside, those who have capital, political power, and big rigid norms suck human blood, nature blood, and city blood. We rage, we roar, we fall, we cry, and we laugh. Surprise us again and again love.
Sing your joy, voice your anger and break the system
Roar Mag 8/3/15
▻http://roarmag.org/2015/03/international-day-women-break-silence
When you do manage to break your intimate silence, you will feel free to put whatever you want in your feminism, your thoughts and feelings, all your skills, your cunt, your weapons, your river, your laws, your lipstick, all your books, your fat ass, your kitchen stuff, your delicate boobs, your baby, your joint, your little heart. You will need all this stuff of yours because ultimately what we want is to fuck the system so nice and deep that it will burst into a rainbow.
