association of monsters
that rise at dusk
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They say that there is a monster that has multiple heads, that has many ways to dominate and that bites everywhere. They say that if a head is cut off from this monster, two are reborn. That it transforms and changes its shapes, colors and voices. That humiliation and dispossession are its fuel, that in division, terror and injustice it finds its pleasure, and that with war and oblivion it savors its next prey. The most terrifying thing about this monster is that it is real, the most bloodthirsty and cruel since history was divided between dominators and dominated.
Fortunately this monster is not omnipotent, nor immortal. Although the Capitalist Hydra defends itself against attacks pretending to be innocent and claiming that the monsters are the others, those degenerates who do not conform, who do not assimilate and who do not forget, that is where their greatest weakness lies.
In the Zapatista journey through Slumil K’ajxemk’op, we had the opportunity to accompany them and to meet the organizations and collectives in the Netherlands that fight for life, and among the projects that these collectives shared with us, we found a stomach that kneaded energy sovereignty, an arm that provided food autonomy, a heart that beat climate justice, a head that contrived economic restoration, and some claws that led to racial and gender dehierarchization. What would happen if a complete body was composed of these parts?
Because we build something we can’t see, during the workshop in the 2.Dh5, we conjured up a co(i)nspiration of beings and collectives to summon the monsters capable of ripping out the heart of the Hydra. We must truly be those monsters it says we are. We will be its worst nightmare.
2.Dh5 | Amsterdam | 27th February 2022
to coexist with other beings
to make symbiosis
to collapse the machine with our roots
to gather energy from the sun
photosynthesis
nature eats the rich
a plant gardening itself
and multiple eyes doing the nightwatch
the angel of history flying towards the spoken past
are we gonna be left alone?
sailing candle,
you can only make sense in one language
if capitalism is a virus,
can we infect us with something else?
if capitalism has multiple heads
it should also have multiple butts
could our laziness be contagious?
mosquitoes, sloths, boots and ants
doing a nameless job
the big monster
coming for your house
don't let it in
cempasúchil, the flower of the death
a fungus invasion
creating life from death
from our working arms
resurrecting as a a vibrant branch
can you see the colors of that rainbow?
a monster lives inside of me
from my navel
a big eye was watching us
we also found a sword
a tornado
fancy claws
and tentacles
this is our territory