Issue #43, 2013
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ANTHROPOPHAGIC MANIFESTO
Oswald de Andrade

Only anthropophagy unites us. Socially. Economically. Philosophically.

 

The world’s one and only law. Masked expression of all individualisms, of all collectivisms. Of all religions. Of all peace treaties.

 

Tupi, or not Tupi, that is the question.

 

Against all catechisms. And against the mother of the Gracchi.

 

I am only interested in what is not mine. Law of man. Law of the anthropophagus.

 

We are tired of all the suspicious catholic husbands put in drama. Freud put an end to the woman enigma and to other frights of printed psychology.

 

[...]

 

Son of the sun, mother of the living. Found and loved ferociously, with all the hypocrisy of nostalgia, by the immigrants, by the slaves and by the tourists. In the country of the Big Snake.

 

It was because we never had grammars, nor collections of old plants. And we never knew what was urban, suburban, boundary and continental. Lazy men on the world map of Brazil.

 

A participating consciousness, a religious rhythm.

 

Against all importers of canned consciousness. The palpable existence of life. And the pre-logical mentality for Mr. Lévy-Bruhl to study.

 

We want the Carahiba Revolution. Bigger than the French Revolution. The unification of all efficacious rebellions in the direction of man. Without us Europe would not even have its poor Declaration of the rights of man.

 

The golden age proclaimed by America. The golden age. And all the girls.

 

Filiation. The contact with Carahiban Brazil. Où Villegaignon prit terre. Montaigne. The natural man. Rousseau. From the French Revolution to Romanticism, to the Bolshevist Revolution, to the Surrealist Revolution and Keyserling’s technicized barbarian. We walk on.

 

We were never catechized. We live through a somnambular law. We had Christ born in Bahia. Or in Belém do Pará.

 

But we never admitted the birth of logic among us.

 

Against Father Vieira. Author of our first loan, to gain his commission. The illiterate king had told him: Put this in paper but don’t be too wordy. The loan was made. Brazilian sugar was recorded. Vieira left the money in Portugal and brought us wordiness.

 

The spirit refuses to conceive spirit without body. Anthropomorphism. The necessity of an anthropophagic vaccine. For balance against meridian religions. And foreign inquisitions.

 

We can only attend to the oracular world.

 

We had justice as codification of vengeance. Science as codification of Magic. Anthropophagy. The permanent transformation of Taboo into Totem.

 

Against the reversible world and objectivized ideas. Cadaverized. The stop of thought which is dynamic. The individual victim of the system. The source of classical injustices. Of the romantic injustices. And the forgetting of interior conquests.

 

Routes. Routes. Routes. Routes. Routes. Routes. Routes.

The Carahiban instinct.

 

Death and life of hypotheses. From the self-equation part of the Kosmos to the Kosmos-axiom part of the self. Subsistence. Knowledge. Anthropophagy.

 

Against plant elites. In communication with the soil.

 

We were never catechized. We had Carnival instead. The Indian dressed up as senator of the Empire. Pretending to be Pitt. Or featuring in Alencar’s operas full of good Portuguese feelings.

 

We already had communism. We already had the surrealist language. The golden age.

 

Catiti CatitiImara NotiáNotiá ImaraIpejú

 

Magic and life. We had the relation and the distribution of physical goods, of moral goods, and the goods of dignity. And we knew how to transpose mystery and death with the aid of some grammatical forms.

 

I asked a man what Law was. He replied it was the guarantee of the exercise of possibility. That man was called Galli Mathias. I ate him.

 

Determinism is only absent where there is mystery. But what do we have to do with this?

 

Against the stories of man, beginning at Cape Finisterre. The undated world. The unmarked world. No Napoleon. No Caesar.

 

The fixation of progress through catalogues and television sets. Only machinery. And the blood transfusors.

 

Against the antagonical sublimations. Brought in caravels.

 

Against the truth of missionary peoples, defined by the sagacity of an anthropophagite, the Viscount of Cairu: it is the often repeated lie.

 

[...]

 

If God is the consciousness of the Uncreated Universe, Guaraci is the mother of the living. Jaci is the mother of plants.

 

We did not have speculation. But we had the power of guessing. We had Politics which is the science of distribution. And a planetary-social system.

 

The migrations. The escape from tedious states. Against urban sclerosis. Against Conservatories, and tedious speculation.

 

From William James to Voronoff. The transfiguration of Taboo into Totem. Anthropophagy.

 

The pater familias and the creation of the Stork Fable: actual ignorance of things + lack of imagination + authoritative attitude before the curious progeny.

 

One has to start from a profound atheism in order to reach the notion of God. But the Carahiba did not. Because they had Guaraci.

 

The created objective reacts like the Fallen Angels. Then Moses strays. What do we have to do with that?

 

Before the Portuguese discovered Brazil, Brazil had discovered happiness.

 

Against the torch-bearing Indian. The Indian son to Mary, godson to Catherine de Medici and son-in-law to Dom Antoˆnio de Mariz.

 

Joy is the real proof.

In the matriarchy of Pindorama.

 

Against the Memory source of custom. Personal experience renewed.

 

We are concretists. Ideas take hold, react, burn people in public squares. Let us suppress ideas and other paralyses. For routes. To believe in signs, to believe in instruments and stars.

 

Against Goethe, the mother of the Gracchi, and the Court of Dom João VI.

 

Joy is the real proof.

 

The struggle between what one would call the Uncreated and the Creature illustrated by the permanent contradiction between man and his Taboo. The quotidian love and the capitalist modus vivendi. Anthropophagy. Absorption of the sacred enemy. To transform him into totem. The human adventure. The mundane finality. However, only the pure elites managed to realize carnal anthropophagy, which brings the highest sense of life, and avoids all the evils identified by Freud, catechist evils. What happens is not a sublimation of the sexual instinct. It is the thermometric scale of the anthropophagic instinct. From carnal, it becomes elective and creates friendship. Affectionate, love. Speculative, science. It deviates and transfers itself. We reach vilification. Low anthropophagy agglomerated in the sins of catechism – envy, usury, calumny, assassination. Plague of the so-called cultured and Christianized people, it is against it that we are acting. Anthropophagy.

 

Against Anchieta singing the eleven thousand virgins of the sky, in the land of Iracema – the patriarch João Ramalho founder of São Paulo.

 

Our independence has not yet been proclaimed. Typical phrase of Dom João VI: My son, put this crown on your head, before some adventurer does! We expelled the dynasty. It is necessary to expel the spirit of Bragança, the law and the snuff of Maria da Fonte.

 

Against social reality, dressed and oppressive, registered by Freud – reality without complexes, without madness, without prostitutions and without the prisons of the matriarchy of Pindorama.

 

Oswald de Andrade, at Piratininga,Year 374 of the swallowing of the Bishop Sardinha, (Manifesto Antropófago, in Revista de Antropofagia, São Paulo, 1,1, May 1928)

Translated by Ângela Destro