Perenidades, porosidades e penetrações: (trans)versalidades pela carne: pedregulhos pornográficos e ajuntamentos gózmicos para pesar: eu não sabia que sangrava até o dia em que jorrei

Abstract

A limit to overflow; I do not want nor do I want to write about anything, just write in the gush of blood flow. I wanted and I just want to write in this flow because I learned something without a name on the days we die. The day I died the words hid in the guts, in the guts. This doctoral work is nothing more than a roll of guts, a narcotized waking, a walk on the wild side with the Amazons. I did not know I was bleeding until the day I blew. The process of this research is a scriptural laceration amalgamated by slippery devires. In this process of qualification I place the introductory text and clues about the other chapters, which I hereby call Tissues and Movements. Fabrics such as the surface of events and movements while crossing flows. Movement as anima(l) of the Tissue: this in turn gives density and a plane of consistency to the movements. How could I call Winds and Dust, or Blow and Smoke... Meetings between invisible forces and materialities in order to provoke intersections, fittings, dissent. "You have to stir the ashes and wallow in the mud." In this wallowing there is an uneasiness, a nuisance, an ancestral sequel of silenced voices throughout the civilizing process and in the construction of the knowledge authorized by the intelligentsia. There is then a stubborn attempt to echo speeches to which the ears and nostrils are covered, treating poetic lives as anthropological objects. Here I do not want to treat these voices with the usual exoticism as the whitening does, but as legitimate knowledges: blacken, indigenize, transvestite, upset the structures that erect the monuments of oppression to the other. I occupy a place in university space mostly white, male, binary, while a body that dilates, a body that dances, in black, trans, displaced presence. I am still deeply colonized by imported notions, in a continuous process of deconstruction. From here I just confront a few orders, make some friction in the judgment and bring my flesh to the dissection table