Observatory Crest.

The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.

[traidores]

What is this town if, without care It builds for years on piles of air What is this town if, short of breath It chokes itself to selfish death

What is this town if, full of cats The place is packed with doggone rats No chance to sit, when parks we pass Leisurely on turd-free grass No chance to skip the traffic lights And cross the main roads without fright No chance to see, in shopping streets Glad non-consuming eyes to meet No chance to go just anywhere There's always streets up for repair No chance to find a place to stay Unless you pay all the goddamn way A poor town this if, filled with stone It leaves no place to call our own What is this town if, what a joke All of its pride goes up in smoke

What is this town if, full of cats The place is packed with doggone rats No chance to keep wide-open house The city's brains are like mad cows No chance to deal with businessmen Who sell the shit, the hits, the fan No chance to give this town a clue It turns into a concrete zoo

No chance to wait for things to change Unless buildings get hit by planes No chance to stop this money vulture From turning bullshit into culture A poor town this if, filled with stone It leaves no place to call our own What is this town if, to unsound It burns itself down to the ground

I'm sure there's grass that's greener, on the other side There's something green in my eye, this I won't deny We're told their grass is greener, and this is the other side This must be dr. Jekyll's teeth, isn't it, mayor Hyde.

Town of Stone, The Ex.

[traidores]

The people will survive In their environment The dirt, scarcity, and the Emptiness of our south The injustice of our greed The practice we inherit The dirt, scarcity and the Emptiness of our south There on the beach I could see it in her eyes I only had a Corona Five cent deposit

Corona, Minutemen

[traidores]

“These seemingly scattered elements could not be more ordered. But this uncanny science is hidden by the work’s engaging nature... The public does not pay attention to hidden forces”

Treatese On Landscape Painting, André Lhote.

[traidores]

“Queremos satisfacer a las personas que vemos (con las que sentimos, por las que sentimos) todo el tiempo respetando la convivencia. ¿Vecinos? ¿Nuestro pueblo? ¿Quiénes son? Nuestras definiciones cambian. Nuestro discurso y nuestra proyección. ¿Es esa una chica, una mujer, una muchacha o un pájaro? ¿Qué es? ¿Dónde estás? ¿Qué es este lugar que estás describiendo con tus energías? ¿Es tu propio rostro el que colorea las paredes, el que resuena en los pasillos como cháchara hip en la boca de millonarios? ¿Qué es lo que quiere un millonario cuando pasa por el ojo de una aguja? ¿Puede realmente pasar?”

Black Music, Amiri Baraka

[traidores]

Saber que constituyen un todo, pero que los elementos de ese todo guardan cierta independencia y una relativa autonomía. No privilegiar uno de ellos pues eso sería ideología, es decir, sistema dogmático de significaciones.

Urbanismo y humanismo, Henri Lefebvre.

[traidores]

now he grips himself with determination even knowing that it causes sadness he is determined to be what? he is determined to be serious he had determined once to be serious later he knew that he had made a mistake but too late he had arrived and there were rooms and all rooms were not the same some better than others he thought better view better layout better shower softer bed not so far from noise more like home etc etc very abstract

The Park, Robert Ashley

[traidores]

3 The emotions are engaged Entering the city As entering any city. We are not coeval With a locality But we imagine others are, We encounter them. Actually A populace flows Thru the city.

Of Being Numerous, George Oppen.

[traidores]

“Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations whitout having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed”.

Solaris, Stanislaw Lem.

[traidores]

Apes-Ma, Apes-Ma Remember when you were young Apes-Ma? And you used to break out of your cage? Well you know that you’re not Strong enough to do that anymore now And Apes-Ma… The little girl that Named you years ago died now And you’re older Apes-Ma Remember when she named you And it was in the paper Apes-Ma? Apes-Ma, Apes-Ma You’re eating too much And going to the bathroom too much Apes-Ma And Apes-Ma, your cage isn’t getting any bigger Apes-Ma

Apes-Ma, Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band

[traidores]

Around here, it's all the same I said, it's all the same When drops of sunshine Start to turn to rain I said, it's all the same

They don't know what to call it But they all say it's wrong Well, I don't see no greener pastures This must be where I belong

Too Real, Meat Puppets

[traidores]

“Les plus beaux jeux de l’intelligence ne nous sont rien. L’economie politique, l’amour et l’urbanisme sont de moyens qu’il nous faut commander pour la résolution d’un probleme qui est avant tout d’ordre éthique.

Rien ne peut dispenser la vie d’etre absolument passionate. Nous savons comment faire.”

Pour l’International lettriste: Henry de Béarn, Andé-Frank Conord, Mohamed Dahou, Guy-Ernest Debord, Jacques Fillon, Patrick Staram, Gil Wolman. Potlatch n°2, 29 june 1954.

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“Die Mensch Maschine ein Wesen und ein Ding”

Kraftwerk.

[traidores]

Our era accumulates powers and imagines itself as rational. But no one recognizes these powers as their own. Nowhere is there any entry to adulthood. The only thing that happens is that this long restlessness sometimes eventually evolves into a routinized sleep. Because no one ceases to be kept under guardianship. The point is not to recognize that some people live more or less poorly than others, but that we all live in ways that are out of our control.

Critique de la Séparation, Guy E. Debord.

[traidores]

Your body is private. Your mind is sacred. You should be violated. You should be violated. You should raped. You should be... Raped. I need you. I need you. I want them to do this to you. I want them to do this to you. Bastard. Tear it down. Tear it down. Burn it. Burn it. Break it. Break it. Break it. Break it. Lacerate it. Lacerate it. Lacerate it. Lacerate it. And you suck it. And you suck it. Suck it. Suck it. Suck it Suck it. Someone less privileged then you should use you. Someone weaker then you should rape you. You should be violated. You should be violated. You should be raped. You should be raped. You should be raped. You should be raped. Don't fight back. Don't fight back. I need you. Don't fight back. Don't fight back. I want them to do this to you. Bastard.     I want them to do this to you. Bastard. Tear it down. Tear it down. Burn it. Burn it. Burn it. Burn it. Burn it. Burn it. Burn it. Break it. Break it.

Time is Money (Bastard), Swans.

[traidores]

Where, then, is the positive possibility of a German emancipation?

Answer: In the formulation of a class with radical chains, a class of civil society which is not a class of civil society, an estate which is the dissolution of all estates, a sphere which has a universal character by its universal suffering and claims no particular right because no particular wrong, but wrong generally, is perpetuated against it; which can invoke no historical, but only human, title; which does not stand in any one-sided antithesis to the consequences but in all-round antithesis to the premises of German statehood; a sphere, finally, which cannot emancipate itself without emancipating itself from all other spheres of society and thereby emancipating all other spheres of society, which, in a word, is the complete loss of man and hence can win itself only through the complete re-winning of man. This dissolution of society as a particular estate is the proletariat.

A Contribution to the Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right, Karl Marx (1843)

[lostinurbanism]

Julian Bond. Photographs by Danny Lyon. 

[humanoidhistory]

Behold a “roofed lava tube” during Mauna Ulu eruption at the Kilauea Volcano, October 21, 1970. Photo by J.B. Judd. (USGS)

[nitramar]

Liverpool, England, 1984. Photo by Martin Parr / Magnum Photos.

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