About “CHAOTIC INTENTIONS”
With theatre, music, audiovisual displays and graphic creations we brought to life “CHAOTIC INTENTIONS” in memory of Punky Mauri, 17 years after his death in action.
More than 30 artistic creations were exhibited, moving beyond the sterile art galleries to vibrant spaces that commemorate the struggle. We thank everyone who participated, attended, contributed, and made this initiative possible.
Another contribution to the flow of anarchist combative memory that opens up every BLACK MAY, not only to remember the comrade, but also to give continuity to the practice of denying domination, which Mauri staunchly put into practise: Music, explosives, drawings, poetry, hoods, posters, writings, fire and gunpowder.
In memory of Mauricio Morales…until the last bastion of the prison society is destroyed!
Punky Mauri, Kyriakos, Sara and Alessandro LIVE IN ANARCHY!
OUR MEMORY IS BLACK,
OUR HEARTS TOO!
Thanks to everyone who made it possible.
Ephemeral Curatorial Team for the agitation of insurrectionary memory
Editorial Cuadernillos incendiarios [Incendiary Notebooks Editions]
Editorial Memoria Negra [Black Memory Editions]
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Greece. Words of Panagiotis Argirou, former member of Conspiracy of Cells of Fire.
Seventeen years have passed since the day we learned of the tragic explosion in Santiago that cut short the life of a young comrade, loved by many in his city and beyond. Our punk comrade, Mauri, travelled thousands of kilometres, crossed an ocean and two continents, to reach the territory administered by the Greek state, and touched our hearts as well. Seventeen years is a long time, and undoubtedly, much has happened, as these years have left a different mark on each of us. For me, whose life and choices were profoundly affected by this tragic event, every time this date approaches, I feel a shiver run down my spine, and the emotion is always overwhelming. Especially during the last year and a half, in which in Greece we also had the ill fortune of experiencing the death of an equally precious comrade, Kyriakos Xymitiris, due to a premature explosion, something that led us to search, investigate and find out how many brothers and sisters we have lost in a similar way, and to put their story on paper with the book “Circumpolar Stars”, published in memory of Kyriakos.
It is very important that Mauri’s memory remains alive through commemorative events like the one you are organizing, as well as through every other type of initiative, whether political or not. Keeping close to us, by our side, those who have left us, especially those who died in the thick of the struggle, is much more than a collective way of managing grief. It is, above all, a collective response to the most powerful weapon of power: oblivion; and, subsequently, a collective response to the future. Because there is no future without a past, and the past carries with it our dead and their stories. Stories that we must tell, share, and ensure are written down so that younger generations can learn them. Stories of wonderful people with beautiful smiles, like Mauri, like Kyriakos, like Alessandro and Sara, whom we recently lost in another tragic, premature explosion in Italy.
As written in the book dedicated to Kyriakos, which also referred to Mauri, these are stories that have been ignored by the official historiography of the movement. Stories of people whose lives became intertwined with a stick of dynamite, a watch, a detonator, a hand grenade, a mine, an improvised launcher. Stories of revolutionaries who carried their last suitcase. Who got into a car or rode a bicycle for a journey of no return. Who entered an apartment never to leave again. Who were lost forever in the smoke of some fatal, premature explosion, leaving behind unfinished actions and broken promises. Leaving behind people shaken, wondering again and again what might have been. Through these stories, we not only learn who these people were, but also who those who stood by them were. What causes they were committed to, how they spoke of them, how they acted on their behalf. Through these stories, we learn how people learned to keep going, and going, and going. Because if anything remains, it’s that. The raw awareness that we fought against everything and that we have no choice but to keep going. Crying, lamenting, cursing, gritting our teeth, and swearing that we won’t forget. That we will keep going. No matter what.
In short, I’d like to say how deeply moved I am to be in this same auditorium with a comrade with whom, although we’d never met in person, our paths crossed. Despite the thousands of kilometres that separated us, we found each other through our own choices and the way those choices interacted. It’s incredibly moving and a great honour for me to have stood in front of Kyriakos’s grave shouting slogans for Mauri and to have marched together in his memory, a march that was brutally suppressed by the police. I wish I could be there today, with him and with you all, to hear all the stories that need to be told about Mauri, to see all the actions that have been carried out in his memory, and to shout with you.
Mauricio Morales Present!
I hope everyone is well.
Anarchy, first and foremost.
Panagiotis Argirou
Translated by Act for freedom, now!
