[-empyre-] topic on tropics

["Aliette Guibert" <guibertc@criticalsecret.com>]

To see the earth after the earthquake...

James has taken part just I have finished this mail so I post mine just
before I know of James'content.
Sorry.

A cultural transgression: I do not know if Dada quote by Patrick could
regard my strange way to be placed in the
debate by the game of my dissonances and English-speaking faults;
although my thought in French is also moved, as each can imagine it.
Nevertheless I have some claim to think that my points of view lack neither
a logic nor a relevance; so I pursue... Or did you talk of our missing
tropicalist artists?

Oswaldo de Andrade who signed the anthropophagique manifesto (1928) was a
inspired by Marcel Duchamp... he was just after Dada (1915-1925); he worked
with the composer Villa Lobos. He is so important of a Bresilian influence
exceeding the art world that Derrida could have found his deconstruction in
a post-structural creative interpretation of poetical influence from Andrade
(it is my own fiction of Derrida) and recent works of Baudrillard too (his
part as a real cannibalism of post-media shape of the communication).

Oswaldo de Andrade is still a reference in the actual art and theater in
Brazil.

I mean of all transgressive acts of art as it could be announced by this
theory in actual tropicalist theories in move. From another part I think of
the The Creole theory as extensive culture at Edouard Glissant's.

How and what of this fabulous and diverse arts today? What of it online?
what of it live? What on real anthropophagical pop art?

And my tribute as a question by the way -waiting Brazil and Tropics to
topic: where are they?
    Montreal in big fallow land. Nobody had imagined that an earthquake was
able to take place here. The reheating of the icecap was more dreaded.
Fragments by fragments, in ends of their history the city had grown, at the
edge of the Saint Laurent. One meteorite them exploded so that we do not
speak about it any more. The city become sanctuary never was not able to be
reconstructed and besides, we built no more cities, when legally one could
been able to make it... Finally, the last key put in burst collapsed of cast
iron; that of the ice in cornet - no mystic snow. Just the mirror.
    More lawn to be cropped; it was not more than iron and stony recumbent
effigies to push opened doors.
    " SORNETTE! " She said.
      Following the example of the time of the Prohibition, which had
prospered just before the institution Architecture, henceforth, still it
made not enough warmly, for wood lice. How he, who did not know any more if
he was not the last one, was still alive?
    As for her, cig-zig-fag madness of the Port Cheese Hello, it did not
have more than to get himself his cigs by boat. The virtual town on the
other side of the border had it.
    Nevertheless, excepted the tobacconist in the big bosoms (Fellini
dreading the breathlessness, during its given an ovation passage, had left
him with the losses and the profits of the community starving for material
failing), nothing over there was insured.
     Now thus she did not like the Sapphic love. He devoted itself.
     On the way back, he had contracted a hay fever. It was in full summer,
in the field of the knowledge.