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«Wolves». We, the poets, we are «wolves of the steppe» and become «organized» in the manner of the wolves, not in the manner of the man-wolf-of-the-man.

«The sound wolves and the sound women... have been pursued, harassed and falsely accused of voracious and cunnings, and also accused of the fact of be both too much aggressive, and also of having less worth than yours detractors. They have been the target of those individuals that not only will to clear the forest but also the wild territory of the psyche, suffocating so the instinctive to the point of not to leave any track of it. The depredation that is committed against the wolves and women by those that don’t understand them is surprisingly similar» -Clarissa Pinkola Estés, «Women that are running with the wolves».

We, poets of the world, are wolves who are defending these sublime and «wild territory» that fortunately still exists under the life become in «Market God».

1. «Behold the time of the murders!», wrote Rimbaud. This time has reached the twenty-one century, it has gained profundity as never it does, and finally it seems to take roots for ever on Hearth.

2. We, the poets of the world, revolt ourselves against that «time of the murders», like it does the Poetry since the first human being gave light to the first verse and the first human being leaves his first trace in the first cavern.

3. The Time of the Poets is the time of the Mothers that give the Life. «Ah, what a good earth is the hearth of my garden! There is a fragrance of mother that enamor» (Miguel Hernández).

4. It is the time of the writing and singing in feminine poetry, even though it dominate the anger, the dissonances, the aberrations of the language (for the «academics»), the lack of «decorum» (for the «well-meaning»), and the distressed third of reparation, and show yourselves as the sprouts of the old «murders».

6. We, the women and men poets of the twenty-one century, have decided «to kill» with words the murders with arms. Words only ruled by the poet himself. Words only forged in his own forge: not even in those of the gods, even though the sing is a gift of them, nor less in the forge of the current language (or «not language», strictly), rough caricature of the Common Language and, so, of the Common Reason, both seized by the Murders to the People becoming mass.

7. The Iliad or the Odyssey was as extraordinarily beauties as popular poems. At those remotes times there was not any difference between the Greeks, or the ancestors of the Greeks, ant their poets. Greece was first the Poetry and after the Philosophy. And the Poetry, during some centuries, was transmitted from mouth to mouth (and so was created the oral tradition), and the Philosophy was discussed in the public square, in the market ¾with small letter,: only was the market of eggs and chickens¾ (and so was created the dialectic, the reasonable discussion so vituperated today by the positivism, the pragmatism or the Technical Reason).

8. The positivism, the pragmatism and the Technical Reason fulfilled the assigned «mission»: to dispose the human beings of their fundamental tool: the chance to say «Not», to critic, to dissent. They disposed them of their «negativism», the essential human attribute, the only one that makes our difference in relation with the rest of the creatures of the universe. They domesticated their rebelliousness. In short, they transformed us in an absolute «Yes». We are machines made to admit, to consent and assent «consensus». Conditioned reflex. The Mankind is at the edge of a precipice whose monstrous bottom we cannot even to conceive. We, the poets of the world, roar «Enough!».

9. From the two essential dimensions that conforms us (the «Yes» dimension and the «Not» dimension), they left ourselves only the first, because impudently but imperceptibly they stole the second. Hence the men are today the accurate reproduction of that One-dimensional Man of who talked the philosopher Herbert Marcuse, by the first time, as soon as the year 1964.

10. Nevertheless, the Beauty, the Truth and the Good (the supreme Socratic’s values, and the values of the whole philosophy that followed the Socratic learning’s) only can be captured in its entire splendor through the «No».

That the Earth turns around the sun, and not on the contrary; that the «David» of Miguel Ángel have the perfection unreachable by the true David; and that the «other», the neighbor, is the same than me, are revelations, manifestations of the Being, that only we can see farther than the rough data of the senses, further than the ingenuous consent (that murder «Yes») that we give to the daily appearances. .

13. That «No» is «totalitarian» in the best sense of the word, that is to say, is a «No» totalizator. It includes all the affairs of the human world, because «nothing of the human is strange to us».

They say «wars» when the Empire attack the more weak countries of the world, if this countries are still owners of some wealth that is possible to sack; or if they have any strategic position from the perspective of the prosecution of the sacred task of sacking other countries still relatively undamaged. Those «wars» never have been foreign to us.

Neither is foreign to us the worldwide increasing poverty, nor the falsity of the so-called «human rights», that in fact are the «rights of the solvents». «Human rights»: this is another bad play with the words, those words that we have, as an inexorable duty, to defend from any trick, from any magical pass that attempts to conceal or to deform the truth.

14. We, the poets of the world, have the duty of illuminate dawns. Because the words are our craft, our obligation ¾along with our creators comrades of the literary fiction¾ is to unmask the millions of obviously false words and phrases that they «sell» us like obviously true.

As in the case of the so recited «human rights», our subversive, scandalous, proper of madness -for the «correct politically» world- moral duty is to denounce the now extended and normalized, to an unbearable level, «defense of the ambiance». No! We reject this flag when, today as never before, is hoisted until the sky by the same that systematically depredate the planet.

We also reject the rest of the black flags of the twenty-one century pirates. These flags don’t show now a skull with two traversed bones. In a grimace of pure lie, they show us the faces of pretty or fascinating young girls, depending on circumstances. Faces through they sell us a car, or the ingenuous belief that the only important thing for these international, national and multinational Murders is our blessed ¾but in fact disdained by themselves¾ Mother Earth. .

Pharisees! We, the poets of the world, take as an example the Christ of the gospel and will go together with the Peoples when they wake up, and cry «Enough! », and expel the merchants from the Temple.

The Temple of de twenty-one century does not be now in Jerusalem: is the Mankind itself chained and used like rusty ivy. «Enough!». Enough of human beings damned and grateful for their submission to the shadows.

Because we are certain that we do not live now the love in the times of the choler, but the choler deprived of all love. And that through the sex without soul, nor life, nor whiteness that surrounds us -virtual, colorless, odorless and tasteless-, the Eros finished in mere pathetic gesture and forgot all transcendence.

The desire was transfer to the objects of consumption and it was consume by them. It renounced to the delight of the communion of the bodies, souls and minds, and transformed the world in a «no-place» without Eros, with men and women delivered to the consumption of their own loneliness.

We say «Enough!» to this «today» of the world without Eros, where each «ego» is a monad without windows, and from this monad, nobody can to communicate with nobody. In this «global» contract of purchase and sale where love is merchandise, it has to say ¾once again with Marcuse¾ that the so-called «Sexual Revolution», that finally should liberate us and give us has the happiness, became «Business Revolution».

16. A world without love is a world without poetry. If John Donne, Paul Eluard, Julio Cortázar, Paul Celan, García Lorca, Miguel Hernández, Nazim Hikmet or Robert Desnos could to come back to life in this «barter» century, prolongation and unbeatable overcoming of the previous «barter», they should not write, after all, poems foreign to the erotic nor to the loftiness of love. And we, poets of the world placed in the more dramatic crossroads of two centuries, raise their flambeaus and desperately tray to come back to an erotic world, from and with our Poetry.

17. «They don’t are mortal remains, they are seeds», said Tencha Bussi, in front of the «mortal remains» of her loved man and husband, Salvador Allende.

[«... And even thought the flock could lives muzzled, even thought somebody’s should tolerate or maybe should prefer the discretion, he, Socrates, don’t even imagined a world made of silences, a world without the word that wake up, that enliven, that excite, a world where don’t should exists the verses of Homer nor the tragedies of Euripides nor the histories of Herodotus. Don’t imagined a world empty of voices and words, because the word was like the old fire that Prometheus have robbed to the gods; the word that gave sense to the Human Being an that gave him a sacred aura, almost divine, and without it, he left reduced to a mere wild creature and damned to wander through the world like a shadow.» Ibid.]