What is a picture of rage? What movement does the word rage inspire? 

I see it in the blue color and intoxicating smell of garbage fires at night in the bush. I see it in the perpetual crash of a river in flood, or an ocean. I hear it in the cries of an anarchic crowd, in the ceiling of a thunderbolt. 

And when that music sinks into the concrete wasteland, I can hear the witches' voices coming.  

And I remember rabies disease, the urgency in which I saw people travel for a vaccine before hydrophobia, and death. The urgency to kill all the dogs. 

The body reappears resilient in the face of hypnotic danger, in the face of what is irreversible.  

For our bodies have disappeared; under a (sanitary) bell, we have ceased to molt, we have mutated, rubbing shoulders with the shapeless norm that we reflect in the smooth pond (the screen). Comedies are numb, words consumed by semblance and idolatry.  

Rages are latent, however, and we're looking for a flag to raise that doesn't belong to a party or an amicable faith. 

Rage is not hatred or anger. 

"The rage starts there, with those big, gray funerals." - Pier Paolo Pasolini