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Canelazo Literary: "When the body speaks ..."

"Girl, my girl

were playing the ball

you wipe the snot sleeves

the goats will always wanted in their team

because it's passed them all and put his goals

Until your mom yelled you were to eat

did not want to enter the house

or eat lunch reheated noodles

because the court street one of the gang were

because they still were in this village and not in the front "...

These were the letters that initiated underground literary canelazo our first, last May 6, 2010, in TRANS HOUSE, located in Quito, Ecuador. There was much expectation against this event at company PABLO VERGARA of Fuzzy Sets (Spain) and TRVNSGÉN3R0-Body PROJECT Different, Equal Rights- (Ecuador) ... nuestrxs invitadxs wonder they kept that occurrence were going out. Of course the combination of the word "canelazo" with the word "literary" is not very common around here, so if he called attention to know this proposal (although some of nosotrxs was also sounding the idea of \u200b\u200ba "philosophical wine" , which made Andrea Crespo, one of our guests ...)

Well the occurrence we had was to propose another form of discussion to give us new perspectives for work within the political process " H3MBR0S Things" and we thought it would be interesting to know what other people are thinking about new ways of seeing and appropriate masculinity, so we invite MICHEL RIQUELME of COLLECTIVE MARINE TRANS-LESBIAN PAILA (Chile) for us to share some of his poems in his unpublished book "Symptoms" ... and all LA who attended this evening we began a nearly unique experience: to give voice to a body transmasculino ...

We were thinking, surprising, finding, questioning by the honest, heartfelt, scarred and intelligent words of Michel, who told us for example, that

"My knight suit made it to

cheap testosterone needle

purchased without a prescription at pharmacies massive

those people with slogan

curriculum gave me to survive

without arousing suspicion "

And that allowed us to see the senselessness of this society has led us to varixs of nosotrxs to repeat the story that Michael told us through his poetry ... Chile, Ecuador, Spain, Colombia ... distant lands from each other, universes integers each of these countries and yet, with so many similar stories that intersect in sad memories, untold, silenced, leaving traces in the body and the body is silent, for "apparently" normal ...

Paul found this when reading "Someone," he said

"When I said it was

someone I do not know how to be

me convertí en alguien que llora,

alguien que está solo,

en alguien que se siente torpe,

en alguien que no encuentra

un lugar en el que estar”

These three poems we had an interesting discussion on the scars of the soul and body, we have a bit of history we have lived and that in any way represent a situation, a moment that we do is ... as I said also Michel with one of his poems "(...) scar my life split in two." Memory, as a strategy to build and that this strategy Trans bodies of fractures, cuts and scars silence, which remake the memory to be that which is said to be and that people do not see ... and as we said Cosme - MarySue, poetry shows us that we walk in circles, redoing the steps, deconstructing ...

However, we also found that those who do not go back and forth, but we want to stay in the middle, without going to define ourselves as men or as women, we construct our memories from the crosses, the feeling one and the other, the ambiguity, confusion and therefore vegan otrxs Gabrielle could say

"Of course I'm a funny man ...

funny because I'm not man ...

I vague outline,

A sketch, a body indefinitely,

Do not want to end.

not over, not finite, limited ...

perhaps a body that is not the body. "

hembrica construction has the virtue of questioning - I - we - are about the boundaries that often also Trans identities imposed on them, "if you want to be male, have to be ... if you want to be female, to be so "on the contrary, deconstruct people from doing, feeling, say, think without gender marking, dislocations and from there it creates, are necessary to reflect what or who is this person? ...

The door was opened, followed by literary canelazos every 15 days, continue our reflections hembricas, are the poems, we are transforming ourselves from the words and the power they have ... as bodies continue to think different ...