I have readGabriel García Márquez, El coronel no tiene quien le escriba (1961), Crónica de una muerte anunciada (1981)
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Aluna, the world's management
Closed in a little room in Lisbon, during the pandemic, I see all kinds of movies. One of them is Aluna, a 2012 documentary on Kogi tribe from the Colombian Serra Nevada, a sequel of a 1990 BBC documentary From the Heart of The World: Elder Brother's Warning. Once again, it is all about the warning the Kogi decided to send to the "Younger Brother", the Spanish-speaking white man or simply the modern world. The message of the movie echoes all those calls for the recognition of the "epistemologies of the South", since the Indians want to say something quite precise, concerning the water cycle, invasive species, the sanctuaries of biodiversity across the mountains and sea shore they were traditionally controlling and, in their own way, carefully studying. They got an Oxford expert's keen attention. At least it is supposed to seem so on the movie.
Connecting the hot spots with the golden thread they cared to acquire from what appears to be an English manufacturer, they create something that would be a remarkable work of art integrating Western artistic tradition; probably it speaks so persuasively because, by some strange coincidence, it enters our mental orbit, is so nicely post-modern. But what strikes me most is the persuasion of being world's managers that those Indians possess. They believe to be actually responsible for the state of the forest they inhabit. Apparently, it is not only a Judeo-Christian message, and nothing connected exclusively with the modernity. It is probably something far more universal to believe that we, as a group, a tribe, a race, a mankind, are in charge. Contemporary humanities, or post-humanities as some people say, try to criticise and eradicate this presumption. Nonetheless, the Anthropocene, for those barefooted Indians, had arrived thousands of years ago; in fact, at the very beginning of everything.
Lisbon, 4.04.2020.
Connecting the hot spots with the golden thread they cared to acquire from what appears to be an English manufacturer, they create something that would be a remarkable work of art integrating Western artistic tradition; probably it speaks so persuasively because, by some strange coincidence, it enters our mental orbit, is so nicely post-modern. But what strikes me most is the persuasion of being world's managers that those Indians possess. They believe to be actually responsible for the state of the forest they inhabit. Apparently, it is not only a Judeo-Christian message, and nothing connected exclusively with the modernity. It is probably something far more universal to believe that we, as a group, a tribe, a race, a mankind, are in charge. Contemporary humanities, or post-humanities as some people say, try to criticise and eradicate this presumption. Nonetheless, the Anthropocene, for those barefooted Indians, had arrived thousands of years ago; in fact, at the very beginning of everything.
Lisbon, 4.04.2020.
