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Against Activism

By Minerva Cuevas

The unthinkable has caught up with us.

It took us an eternity understand culture as a form of struggle. We were contemplating and participating as actors in the ad nauseam. We trusted that someone would do something at a given moment, that they would undertake the campaign to enforce our zombie laws and constitutions. We stayed here, without having convinced the demons to act in our favor.

We buy life, we sold freedom. We negotiate frustration and desire.We didn´t come to understand that we need earth, not territory. We didn´t come to understand that we had to look animals in the eye. We have deconstructed, decolonized, recycled and ended up the same. Houston we have a problem: Houston you are the problem.

We didn´t come to understand what it is that puts us in relation. We ended up talking more clearly about sex than social relationships.

We have tried everything: lighting bonfires with extinguishers and then cooking the ideal social recipe, one that would respect our privileges and interests and still and because of that be ideal.

There is no worse emptiness than the abysm called change. We were here to destroy, not construct over the landscape in ruins. We preferred to abound in prescriptive thoughts. Pornorama.

A phase of geopolitical vicissitude has denoted a change in art and the circumstances of its production, distribution, and perception. But the thing is, half the world is starving. Activism as a static category with its denouement in statistics, not in aesthetics.

No to art as activism. Art as a possibly to establish relations, as a way of articulating resistance. The practice of medicine as another way of articulating resistance, the practice of teaching another way of articulating resistance, the practice of journalism another way of articulating resistance. Resistance.

We could never stop adoring the dead to defend the living. Death verbiage. Napalm ended up tasting like candy to us, we reached the level of death by manipulation. The extinction of civilization was reported as a violent event in which society assaulted its own habitat and its species until there was nothing left to call humanity, only a few men without memory remained. We didn´t have time, but time was all that we had.

The inferno belongs to those who work for it.