<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>P.F. Bardo — Clandestine Archives</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/</link><description>Recent content on P.F. Bardo — Clandestine Archives</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>CC BY-SA 4.0 — P.F. Bardo</copyright><lastBuildDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Notes on fatigue</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/fragments/notes-sur-la-fatigue/</link><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/fragments/notes-sur-la-fatigue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt;
Fatigue is not a state. It is a territory. An entire country lives there without knowing it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II.&lt;/strong&gt;
We are told that fatigue is personal. That we should &amp;ldquo;take care of ourselves.&amp;rdquo; Meditate. Do yoga. Drink water. Sleep more.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Collage No. 2 — Ghost archive</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/images/collage-n2-archive-fantome/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/images/collage-n2-archive-fantome/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This collage simulates an altered administrative document — a form photocopied too many times, stamped by imaginary bureaucracies, annotated by unknown hands.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The ghost archive is a document without origin and without destination. It proves nothing. It attests to nothing. It simply exists, as a trace of something that may never have occurred.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stalker: the Zone is everywhere</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/critiques/stalker-la-zone-est-partout/</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/critiques/stalker-la-zone-est-partout/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="the-room-of-desires"&gt;The Room of desires&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the center of the Zone, there is a room that grants the deepest desires. Not the ones you articulate — the ones you truly carry, buried beneath declarations and postures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That is why no one enters.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The walls still speak</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/poems/les-murs-parlent-encore/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/poems/les-murs-parlent-encore/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The walls still speak
when mouths close shut.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beneath the fresh paint,
beneath the plaster of renovations,
there are sentences
that wait.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They do not ask
to be read.
They demand
to be heard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The city sleeps
in its own noise.
The neons say &lt;em&gt;buy&lt;/em&gt;
and the walls reply
&lt;em&gt;burn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>La Haine, twenty years after the concrete</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/critiques/la-haine-vingt-ans-apres/</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/critiques/la-haine-vingt-ans-apres/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You rewatch &lt;em&gt;La Haine&lt;/em&gt; and nothing has changed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No — it&amp;rsquo;s worse. Everything has changed, but in the wrong direction. Kassovitz&amp;rsquo;s film, in 1995, had the brutality of an observation. Thirty years later, the observation has become a fulfilled prophecy, and the prophecy has become daily scenery.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Collage No. 1 — Permanent spectacle</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/images/collage-n1-spectacle-permanent/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/images/collage-n1-spectacle-permanent/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Materials: advertising screenshots, digitized newspaper fragments, degraded photocopy textures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This collage is a détournement exercise in the situationist sense — taking the images of spectacle and turning them against itself. The faces are erased because in spectacle, faces are merely surfaces. The texts are illegible because in spectacle, words are merely noise.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Inventory of silences</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/poems/inventaire-des-silences/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/poems/inventaire-des-silences/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The silence of the worker
who no longer says &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The silence of the teacher
who no longer corrects the lies
in the textbook.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The silence of the journalist
who knows
but does not publish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The silence of the river
beneath the concrete.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Against clarity</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/fragments/contre-la-clarte/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/fragments/contre-la-clarte/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;They ask us to be clear.
They ask us to be legible.
They ask us to be transparent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Clarity has become an injunction. Transparency, a police force. Opacity, a crime.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;h2 id="i-transparency-is-a-trap"&gt;I. Transparency is a trap&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When power says &amp;ldquo;transparency,&amp;rdquo; it means: &lt;em&gt;show yourselves&lt;/em&gt;. When power says &amp;ldquo;legibility,&amp;rdquo; it means: &lt;em&gt;make yourselves predictable&lt;/em&gt;. When power says &amp;ldquo;clarity,&amp;rdquo; it means: &lt;em&gt;stop escaping us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Zine Zero — Tracts from the void</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/zines/zine-zero-tracts-du-neant/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/zines/zine-zero-tracts-du-neant/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="zine-zero"&gt;Zine Zero&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First ghost print run. 24 pages.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This zine gathers poems, political fragments and collages produced between 2024 and 2025. It was composed like a leaflet: to be photocopied, folded, distributed, forgotten, found again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="contents"&gt;Contents&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;8 unpublished poems&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;3 political fragments&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;5 full-page collages&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 manifesto-afterword&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;h3 id="format"&gt;Format&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Printable PDF. A5 format. Black and white. Designed to be printed double-sided and folded.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>About</title><link>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/about/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://pfbardo.toasa.net/en/about/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="who-speaks-here"&gt;Who speaks here?&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nobody. Everybody.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palmiro F. Bardo&lt;/strong&gt; is a name without a face. A signature affixed to texts that belong to no one — or rather, that belong to whoever reads them, copies them, transforms them.&lt;/p&gt;
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