First of all, I would like to
history
actually one of three stories of
storm
My talk is about three stories.
storm and a workshop on the
activity
the story begins if the rain had
devastated everything in the streets all
empty stockings
dozens of houses came down one
disaster
families disappeared under the
dark and fetid land the man of
uniform
Astonished I did not recognize that smell.
it was not the smell of all the other
lands it had seen collapsing year after
year full lancinating nuisance
bearable
the breath offered a few days after the
rain came in the same way as a strong
wind as a storm that decreed the
need to no longer cry over the
debris from what was already lost
is closed
nor look for guilty newspapers the notes
city hall posts
the internet said it is necessary to unite everyone
in a same look forward that
glimpsed a reconstruction future
of the city
so step by step step by step
things would go back to the way they were
would rejoin the rail axles
in the room as in which fit the moving
and comforting images of actions
social services focused on emergency care
the masses of homeless but not up
the sudden gesture of the elderly who expels
camera and refuse to have your
doctor in a school yard
transformed into a show and lesson
personal overcoming course in which
the new containment plans of the
developed by the team of
specialists in land structures and
cities but do not fit the howling
family rampaging
recognition of bodies in
decomposition
call the psychologists to contain the
desperate moods say the men of
suit city managers as in which
fits the firm voice of correct diction
without interruptions from the reporter who
reports the sequence of events that
marked the one that marked the tragedy
but it’s not for the dude the silence
angry boy
when asked about how he intended
return to your normal life as in which
fit the tears of poor people
victims of disasters of martyrs
social injustices
but it does not fit the fury of the woman who
wears diapers not to stop says to dig
land with your hands in the hope of
to reach the time of one last breath
what counts in our ways of counting the
our stories
what fits in the ways we count the
stories of this city of our
cities of some city of
be a city
This story I was going to give you is
part of my thesis work where I
the tale known episode perhaps
some of you called to war
world the fall of bumba hill
happened in the city of niterói in
April 2010 a neighborhood that was
built on a deactivated dump and
that during his fall evidenced garbage
trash from other times
the manure and stories that were there
interrupted and sing that moment
it was such a stinking mud
events that seem to be
natural but as well as other
events that take place in our
cities are the strike movements
be the persecution of
workers and their deaths are the
toxic sludge from some cities that
they ended up simply submerged
all these facts that may not be
natural catastrophes but that they perceive
often they earn a natural tone or
a certain degree of naturalness as if
were passing storms and nothing
we have to do each of these disasters
episodes events make us
tell and recount stories of our
lives of our cities and counting
these stories we come across many
times with these counting and retelling is that
they show up doing
appear some parts of the city that
they seem to be less city some
ways to count and retell these
stories make it appear that
some human skin colors are less
human
and some people are less people and hence
we insist on the question what is it
fits with our ways of telling
history of our experiences of
our cities of our life from our
the country that does not fit then attentive to
this inquiry many times
we quickly try to answer them
bringing testimonials of personal lives
how people managed to win
so many adversities in the midst of
catastrophe are severe and violent and
we watch in the newspapers on television
many times that camera that makes a
tear on the face of the person
reveals how he got the
It forces you to overcome these
adversities but notice that stories
would these cities be?
when we count from these
personalities of these individual lives
history would be strong men
cities made by brave people
insistent
one occasion I was invited to
participate in an event that talked about
the catastrophe that devastated the region
and on the eve of the
event I learned in more detail than the
name of the table to which the coordinator
I’m a psychologist, maybe I’m not
happened to be called narratives of
overcoming
lots of people went to the table
interested in discussing the
overcoming narratives, perhaps because
remember what happened maybe
because this theme somehow
instigate us to think force that neither
However, we imagined that this mode
to approach this way of counting
stories is absolutely dangerous
also dangerous because on one side it
ignores or does not want to know about the status
of this event of this tragedy she
naturally naturalized and even the
referrals of this tragedy
what was done and housing projects
that collapsed before they were even
delivered, but above all the danger of
tell stories from these
narratives of personal overcoming it
to the extent that it is less
what we call the power of the
impersonal said that through us
stories that tell us the tests in
that compose them
of these plots that bring us something that
it’s not mine, it’s not me but it’s me
and constitutes these narratives
they are absolutely dangerous because
they do not give rise to the status of
memory in its political condition in the
how much it can be counted and retold
and reinvented disputed stuttering
reassembled
It is a memory that does not mistake it
has no love for a past such as he
was a search for the truest facts
but it is a memory that has a
absolute attention to the time of now
that we live now what is the
our time our urgencies to the
dangers that we live
what we are becoming
lately we have become people
many very strange
fascism the binarism as
hate destinations
this memory perhaps in relation to the
your own hesitations
about your own stutter
because made and remade insistently
she might interrupt another
storm
there is a clay frame titled
angelus novus is represented in it
angel who seems to be about to turn away
behold something that stares at you
Your eyes are wide in your mouth.
is open and the wings are stretched
the angel of history must look like this
he has his face turned to the past
where a chain of events looks like
of us
he sees a single catastrophe that
without ceasing to have erected rubble on
debris and hurls them to their feet
He would like to live if he
awaken the dead and join the
debris but of paradise only for a
storm that has tangled in its wings
and is so strong that the angel can not
more close but this storm
the empire irresistibly to the
future for which from the back while
a heap of debris before him
grows to the sky what we call
of progress is this storm
so I ‘ll introduce myself I call Ana
I’m a psychologist and a teacher.
Federal University of Rio de Janeiro and I
I search these pieces
these remains I am interested in these
wreckage
That’s why it’s rebooting garlic stubble.
of this story that seems to follow by itself
only a linear story that
presents in your future
in the front where we are taken seems
that regardless of our will
I collected or research the work these
debris of an urban daily life of a
narrative of a city that seems to have
to keep moving forward
these wrecks me these remains
interest is not to the extent that they
present the true
the face of the true version of the story
there is not in them any great
moral age that makes us look at them
with attendance or waiting on them
a greater authenticity your interest
fragments by these
debris from these remains is because
they check this linearity and
this force that stops everything ahead
it’s not because of them we can do
an analogy to difference but because it
demands attention to violence
which are done daily for
supporting these official versions and
linear history
these remains they are absolutely
fundamental and relevant insofar as they
that they do observe to be attentive
speeches that are wanted continuously and
firm intonation officers without
stammer that says round turn in the city
of steel
the city of men’s progress
committed to the growth of
nation
other narratives, perhaps shorter but
with the same commitment and willingness to
totality that says
Brazil a country of order and progress
how many violence are needed
daily to support this speech
so safe and continuous that they can
these stories
they may not be able to praise the
a certain style of stammering but
they can make these stories
so full said she did not
allow hesitations that they can
at some point stutter open cracks
gaps
these remains they intend with this
our desire for totality and why not
of totalitarianism
they remind us that these stories
official they are also invented
they are also disputes
are also created they are
policies
these remnants they remind us that the
time can not by itself not
autonomous
it does not have a given path of a
independent of our
practices of our policies and that the
time does not follow from idea idea but
maybe fighting in combat
but if this linear time of progress
of this idea that follows always made us
seems absolutely obvious difficult to
problematizes difficult to answer to
People ask but how could it be?
different what is possible
What I bring here is not simply
an idea to enlighten everyone’s mind
This is not what this is about here.
if this idea of a linear time of
problem of this linear time
keep going straight ahead
José is absolutely natural.
sensitivity is because precisely these
our ways of telling the experience to
history, the city is our
experience our experience of our
corporeality under the most
most minute capillaries
that’s why it’s not here
simply present an idea more
tell you what we propose
it is first and foremost an ethical exercise
reinventing themselves and the
other
within this dimension of the
austerity policies and therefore
At that moment we have invented
created a joint project with the
municipal library around here
where it organizes itself as a
nativity workshop where our
work is to do just that
exercise of reinventing a body
available the narratives
the proposition of an experimentation
of other temporary
workshop in the space of counting and
to listen to stories and if we do
also because we bet on the spaces
public with
the steps of the dispute itself
sense of public is so
Christian game and the public space of
library
then built itself as a
territory of those
stories that even before
can be said even before announcing
one possible are crushed annihilated
the quiet our workshop proposes
to build up available bodies
these thousand seedlings available
the narration and the third story of
storm
this is this event is an event
that you are not writing a
story that does not go by writing
simply by my speech but by
several events that have been
intertwined with various expectations of
that we are expected to talk about this
stage of what you hear what you want
if it says happiness did not talk about
policy
what it takes to build this
moment of the event and there many of
We hope to come away with ideas.
incredible revolutionaries who
motivate but maybe you will forgive me
maybe we’ll often be here
expecting in fact that our
thirsty spirits of some sense
that same time around everything to
forehead be satiated
maybe we are hoping that from some
to some extent these ideas
cherish this experience of that time
homogeneous vacuum that engulfs sadness
happiness and absolutely everything and in
leave in deviants and make us want
we remedy whether with pills the invitation
on the Internet
the storm that is told is that which
implies how much we perpetuate
this storm filling the stammer
of history with narrative senses and
doctorates and we keep everything
the way I’ve always been forced
[Applause]
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