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Bending Towards the Future with a Grain of Salt in the Eye...

     I twist and turn eagerly, unconcernedly towards nothingness,

               bones cracking, mindless, at peace.

     In the mist a dark grey question looms:

              Why?

              Why?

              Why?

    Green worms head for bomb shelters

              Amid drops of acid rain,

             Amid the deadening orgasm of she-wolves.

     How clearly I see, now dead, now entering Nirvana

            Oh yes. My love was but a black hole

            A lonely piece of light extinguishing consciousness,

                 Slowly, deliberately, beyond reach, beyond sound, beyond silence.

                

¿Con qué autoridad habéis hecho tan detestables guerras...

      Mucho antes de la reciente visita del actual Papa a América, un religioso no muy bien considerado por los conquistadores españoles, Bartolomé de las Casas, escribió estas líneas relacionadas con lo que pasó a ser uno de los genicidios más devastadores de la historia:

      "Estáis en pecado mortal y enél vivís y morís, por la crueldad y tiranía que usáis con estas inocentes gentes...(los indígenas)...¿con qué autoridad habéis hecho tan detestables guerras a estas gentes que estaban en sus tierras mansas y pacíficas?"

      Pues sucede que en los libros de texto y en los diarios y revistas en los países que ocupan el centro del poder real, hay algunos genocidios que merecen menos atención que otras. El genocidio que los judios padicieron durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial es seguramente el más conocida pero una mirada más atenta a la historia indica que ha habido peores, si de cifras se trata.

      El filosófo alemán Hegel escribió (antes de la Segunda Guerra Mundial): "Por lo que a la raza humana se refiere, sólo quedan pocos descendientes de los primeros americanos." Si bien no hubo encuestas, tampoco computadoras durante la conquista de América, una cifra que se considera aproximada sitúa la cifra de las víctimas indígenas en 50 millones.

      Después, uno puede mencionar el genocidio de alrededor de un millon de Armenios por el ejército turco--negado por las autoridades turcas--una cantidad similar de víctimas en Indonesia durante la lucha anti-comunista en ese país, los genocidios y masacres que suceden en Africa mientras el poder mundial presta su atención en otros asuntos... Y por sí acaso, el poco interés de Washington de proveer cifras exactas de las víctimas locales en la guerra contra Irak...

       Es que el poder siempre supone que sus acciones van a traer "cultura" o "progreso" o vaya saber qué otra cosa a los pueblos que sus conquistadores invaden en nombre de la religión, la cultura o supuestas misiones benévolas.

Abajo el teatro burgués

Abajo el teatro burgués

     Acabas de ver "El Deseo bajo los olmos" de Eugene O'Neil en el Centro Cultural Cooperación, de la calle Corrientes, en Buenos Aires, con la dirección del veterano Raúl Serrano, un trío amoroso, Electra, la lucha por la herencia, el sexo como instrumento de poder, la matanza de una pequeña criatura en el contexto de una sórdida lucha por el poder, sin cuartel.

      En realidad, lo que más impresionó fue al final cuando en medio de los aplausos un chico de unos 10 años, hermoso, rubio, feliz, subió al escenario para abrazar a su madre, la actriz Alejandra Rubio, es decir, Abbie, que acababa de matar al niño de su amante, Eben, en el escenario...

      Y, paso a paso, vas transitando la ciudad hasta llegar al barrio San Telmo. En una de sus paredes, en la calle Humberto Primo, alguien ha escrito: "¡Abajo el teatro burgués!" ¿Y si fuera Eugene parado frente a la pintada? ¿No sería una cuestión de estilos, cómo decir las cosas, intenciones? Es cierto. Es una obra "realista." Con algo de la tragedia griega. Algo de King Lear. Poco de Freud. Mucho de un supuesto realismo escénico que no existe. En fin. Hoy, mayo de 2007, todo es fragmentado: el estilo, la política, el arte, el amor quizás, el futuro, la concepción de uno en una sociedad añorado el pasado, confundida entre un futuro nebulosa y un presente incierto....

      Entonces...............¡Viva el teatro carajo! Y listo.

George's Alphabet, or how words can backfire...

One of the things you learn at school is the alphabet and you do so by associating letters with words. Here is a fascinating rewrite of the alphabet, allegedly by none other than George Bush, but actually put together by U.S. journalist Tom Engehardt. Those who lack a highly developed sense of irony--or those who don't read the news, well no doubt experience some sharp comprehension pains.  
 
"A as in Al-Qaeda. Al-Qaedas all around. I know. I know. It's usually alligator or aardvark or ant or armadillo, but kids, really, it's a New World and it's never too early to be armed and ready for it. (By the way, boys and girls, prepare yourself for the first White House single-shooter video game, Armageddon Battles Al-Qaeda! In your neighborhood stores soon!) Amazing Fact: Did you know that, according to my friend Attorney Alberto Gonzales, at least ten terrorists could fit in your room and you wouldn't even know it?"  
 
That is the first entry in "George's Amazing Alphabet Book of the Contemporary World, or Al-Qaedas All Around (completely cross-referenced)," a real hair pulling, tongue-in-cheek imaginary book concocted by Tom Engehardt, a journalist who has been publishing for 25 years, a teaching fellow at the University of California at Berkeley, who has an entertaining and informative online at www.Tomdispatch.com  
 
It should be needless to say that the George referred to is none other than George Bush, the guy who presently occupies the White House in Washington.  
 
"It's unprecedented for any official--high or low," writes Engehardt, "to leak information to TOMdispatch, but some weeks ago a Senior Official in one of our intelligence agencies--and since we have so many, that's a little like saying none-of-your-business--slipped me the text of a book allegedly written by our President and due to be published eary this Fall. (Unfortunately, the illustrations by Paul Wolfowitz, mentioned on the title page, did not accompany the manuscript, and a page and a half of the text was missing.)"  
 
"I've delayed releasing the text at Tomdispatch," says Engehardt, "because I was suspicious of its provenance and authenticity, and because I've so often criticized the use of anonymous sources in mainstream journalism. Yet everything about the text rang true to me and, in the end, it seemed unreasonable to hold back a story of this magnitude."  
 
We enjoyed reading the alphabet and so asked Tom for permission to republish it in this journal. Thanks Tom! Here it goes!  
 
B as in Bases. Bases are for bashing bad guys (see A) A base is a little world built by the good guys of KBR (see H) for the good guys at the Pentagon to house our good guys who hunt their bad guys in the sorts of places--and, believe me, there are a scadzillion of them (other than your bedroom)--where they love to hide and that, until a few years ago, nobody even knew existed, and that nobody can spell like Youzebeckistan, write a letter of complaint to my friend Attorney General Gonzales (and spell any way you like), or report your teacher to the U.S. Air Force's Eagle Eyes program (see E). To get the bad guys before they get us, we build bases everywhere! My friend Paul Wolfowitz, who used to work for the Pentagon, likes to call our bases "lily pads," and we're the frogs who jump from one of them to the other hunting down the flies. You know how irritating flies are. (By the way, our bases have nothing to do with oil. (see O)  
 
C as in Counting. See Rummy count the WMD! (WMD are three well respected letters--see W.M.and D--which put together are massively destructive! They mean Weapons of Mass Destruction, which can destroy massively, which is why we went to war with Saddam Hussein who was hiding in a spiderhole and threatening to spray WMD all over our country! WMD are still in Iraq even though we haven't found them yet because they're probably in one of those spiderholes like the one we found Saddam in, which is what my friend Secretary of Defense Don Rumsfeld says. Actually, here's an AMAZING FACT that will soon appear in a companion volume, RUMMY'S AMAZING COUNTING BOOK OF THE CONTEMPORARY WORLD: Rummy says: "You could put enough biological weapons into the room you're sitting in today to kill tens of thousands of people!" Now, how about that! For those of you who are Math wizards, how many rooms like the one you're sitting in would fit inside Iraq? Hint: it's 171,599 square miles of sand! By the way, I made a great joke about WMD at a media "roast" for all those stupid reporters a while back. I showed a picture of myself looking out the window of the Oval Office (which could have been a really good "O", a lot better than "oil") and I said, "Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere." And then I showed a picture of myself looking under the furniture and said, "Nope, no weapons over there." That cracked them up. Ha Ha HA Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HaHee Hooo Haaa.  
 
D as in Detention. Ahmed, the terrorist, was detained in Guatanamo (See G).  
 
E as in Empire. (E could have been Energy, but honestly, energy's not that important to the people I know, especially not to my friend Vice President Cheney and his Energy Task Force). My uncle empired at the Little League baseball game. AMAZING DOUBLE BONUS LETTER: e AS IN eAGLE eYES. i EAGLE-EYED Ahmed, the beady-eyed terrorist (see A). Kids, the Air Force has set up a special Eagle Eyes program just in case Ahmed, the terrorist, sneaks into your neighborhood. You can go to the cool USAF Eagle Eyes web page and study "categories of suspicious behavior." Be the first to report a terrorist moving in next door! If you're lucky, maybe you can be the first kid on the block to call in an air strike on a neighbor!  
 
F as in Florida. I love Florida. It's the best F-word around! It's how I F-ed the Democrats!  
 
G as in Guantanamo. My (excised) (classified) with the (classified) while my hands were (top secret). Guantanamo, which is a (classified) for the (classified) (excised) (classified), more than the (top secret) justice.  
 
H as in Halliburton. See Dick run Halliburton. See Halliburton buy Kellog, Brown & Root. See Dick Quit Halliburton. See Dick become Vice President. See Halliburton get no-bid contracts for I-raq. See KBR build bases in I-raq. See Halliburton deliver oil to I-raq. See Halliburton and KBR take the taxpayer to the cleaners. See Dick smile. See Dick hund Quail. (See I, see Q).  
 
I as in I-raq. I wracked I-raq! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Hee Hoo Haa. I-raq is a really, really interesting country. Lots of Moolahs live there. I visited once and, believe it or not, they even have turkeys...but they're plastic!  
 
J as in Jee-whiz. I can't think of a J, except for Jail (see D, seeG), but kids, the truth is--and don't tell Laura I said this--you really don't need all these letters! I mean, honestly, 26 of them? You can just use G for J and C for K and some of them like U are only good to make funny names for ridiculous countries. Tell you teacher that George said it was okay to skip the weird and useless ones. If she objects, follow the instructions outline in B.  
 
L as in lion. Lions live lively in Africa, where we're building new bases (see B) to protect Americans who want to take safaris and check out the lions and zebras (see Z), and not because of oil lwhich I haven't mentioned yet because it's not very important (see O).  
 
M as in Mission. The Caped Crusaders went on a mission to rescue the I-raquis from Saddam's lterrorists (see A). Whoops, kids, never use the word "crusade!" Not that it's not a great word headed by an all-star letter, C. but I used it twice and you wouldn't believe how reporters jumped down my throat. See, when I was a kid, Errol Flynn went crusading to the Middle East and kicked some Arab butt, but thar's ancient history that you can't mention now. And you know whast? Dwight D. Eisenhower, another Republican president, used "crusade" in a book title, and no one said a word! But that was before the planet was filled with Muslims with TVs. These days, instead of "crusade" I use "global war on terrorism," or "spreading democracy," or I even speak of my "calling," which is a good Cristian word that leaves Muslims out completely. But just so you know, when I "call" you--or you8r daddies and mommies in the Reserves--to my Global War on Terror, I really mean Crusade! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Hee Hee Hoo Haaa.  
 
N as in nuclular. The nuculus went nucular. Boom! Nucular weapsons are terrible things (see C). We went to war, as my friend Secretary of State Condi Rice used to say, to stop mushrooms from growing in American cities! Mushrooms can poison you and Saddam Hussein wanted to poison us! Buet don't worry, kids, we won't let the bad guys get nucular weapons! We're building lots of lnucular weapons right now to take them out!  
 
O as not in oil. The handyman put oil on the squeaky door hinge. Oil is good for fixing things and oild is something you change. Sometimes you even regime-change oil regimes. But it's not worth wasting a letter on, that's for sure. AMAZING FACT: Chevron once named an oil tanker after my friend Condi!  
 
P as in Patriot act. Peter Patriot acts to protect the Patriot Act. The Patriot Act patriotized our country. It patriotized our courts. It patriotized our jails (see G). It patriotized our medical records. It patriotized our libraries. It patriotized your parents. Keep your eyes and ears open! If Ahmed, the terrorist, or anybody else in your neighborhood doesn't support the Patriot Act, call Eagle Eyes (see E) and let us know. We'll be sure to patriotize them.  
 
Q as in Quail. See Dick shoot the Quail, all 400 0f them! Quail are tine, chicken-y birds with lots and lots of little bones and no meat, but Dick loves to...  
 
(Note: A page and a half of text is missing here, assumedly including the rest of the letter Q and all of R)  
 
S as in Social Security. The Department of Homeland Security should be responsible for our country's social security. Boys and girls, you know how when you're really little you have a security blanket you just drag around everywhere? And then, when you get older, it's kind of embarrassing, so you toss it away? Well, here's the funny thing, thanks to a bunch of ancient Democrats, old people have a money security blanket we call Social Security. Don't you think it's time for your grandmas and grandpas to grow up and toss that blankie away? My friend Dick thinks so. He says he doesn't need a social-security blankie. (see H) And neither do I, and neither do my Mom and Dad. And believe me, they're old. We all just want to invest our own money and make it ourselves. Don't you?  
 
T as in 2000 election. (Kids, this is a trick one, but so was that election!) AMAZING FACT: 2000 looks lite it starts with 2, but it actually starts with T! I always liked what my olf Texas pard Phil Gramm said lwith a whoop when he won his Senate seat back in 1984: "We're going to keep on building the party until we're hunting Democrats with dogs." He was right. Now, when Democrats whoop--like Howard Dean did--we hunt them with Karl Rove's dogs like Dick hunts quail (see Q).  
 
U as in Uzbekistan (or Oozebeakustan or whatever). I bet u can't spell Uzbekistan! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Hee Hee Hee Ho Ho Ho Ho. If you're looking for terrorists, they usually hide in countries whose names I can't spell--like Yousbekistan and Afghanistan and Yemenistan. Countries whose names I can't spell have lots of caves for terrorists to hide in.  
 
V as in Camp Viper. Don't let the Vindow Viper near Camp Vijper! (Ha Ha, etc.) Ur was one those old, old U-places (see U) in I-raq (see I). A two-letter city! If that isn't suspicious, I don't know what is! Imagine if Duluth was Du, or Laredo was La, or Peoria was Pe (Hee Hee, etc.) Name a place Ur and it's bound to fill up with terrorists vipers. So we built bases nearby including Camp Viper and Ve Viped them out (Ho Ho etc.).  
 
W as in Waterboarding. Wally waterboarded Ahmed (see A) Kids, it's not surfboarding, but almost! There's the board and the water and the person on the board, and it's the main sport of the Central Intelligence Agency (see G), and the great thing is--you can do it twenty-four hours a day. You never have to wait for the surf to be up.  
 
X as in X-ray. Agent S S-rayed you car to see if it contained terrorists contraband or a secret nucular weapon (see N). No kidding, kids, our Homeland Security Department lcan do drive-by X-rays of cars in their constant search for terrorists. And if your teddy bear is filled with explosives, then it's Camp X-Ray at Guantanamo Bay (see G) for you, which is (classified) for (classified) in which (top secret), not far from the Bermuda Triangle.  
 
Y as in you're with us or you're against us. Ahmed was against us (see W) and he came from Yemenistan. Okay, "you're with us or you're against us" isn't one word, but how many words begin with Y, other than Yemenistan (and, believe me, you don't want to know about that)?  
 
Z as in zebra. Ziggy the zebra hates terrorists (see A) Zebras live in Africa where we're setting up bases (see B), but not because we're interested in oil (see O). No kidding! Just like that other George, the one who chopped down the cherry tree with that weapon of mass destruction (see N, see C), I would never lie to you.

Los "Molineros del Borda"

    En las grandes ciudades como Buenos Aires hay un sub-mundo de personas que viven olvidadas, como si fueran sobrantes, material descartable. Algunos habitan casas abandonadas, otras duermen en rincones recónditos. Todos tienen que secan sus lágrimas y sobrevivir de cualquiera manera y a menudo en cualquier espacio.

     Algunos de los seres olvidados habitan instituciones como el hospital neuropsiquiátrico José T. Borda, cuyo estado de mantenimiento es y ha sido durante décadas lamentable. Eso a pesar de los intentos de voluntarios, trabajadores sociales, actores, psicólogos y otros de organizar actividades destinadas a estimularlos mediante diversas actividades...a pesar también del olvido de parte de las autoridades competentes.

    De todos modos en el hospital existe un programa de alta en el cual algunos pacientes trabajan el tema de su externación.  Se hacen distintas actividades y una de ellas es la de los "Molineros del  Borda," fabricando ellos mismos papel artesanal con el cual hacen tarjetas de casamiento, de cumpleaños, personales, diplomas y varias cosas más.

     Es un trabajo y como se sabe el ser humano necesita trabajar no sólo para ganar dinero, sino para satisfacer su deseo de ser útil a alguién o a la sociedad. Quienes desean pedir trabajos realizados en el Borda pueden hacerlo escribiendo al

molinerosdelborda@yahoo.com.ar    o llamando al 4304-5546.

Roa Bastos y el primer hombre

Roa Bastos y el primer hombre

    Llama la atención la poesía con la cual los hombres y mujeres pre-industriales poblaban sus vidas. Al respecto hemos encontrado "El primer hobre" del Paraguayo Augusto Roa Bastos:

"La primer mañana

como una garza hiriendo con sus alas

el cielo

amaneció volando sobre el mundo

desde la noche antigua hasta los hombres

del Gran Padre.

 

Ñanderuvusu pasó la mano

sobre el plumaje blanco de la claridad

y encontró a su lado a Ñanderu Mba'e Kuaa,

el primer hombre, el Abuelo,

conocedor de todas las cosas.

 

Ñanderu-Mba'e-Kuaa

Ñanderu-Arandu

oíma Ñanderuvusundive...

 

--Tú eres el primer hombre,

en tí comienza el tiempo

y así como eres el principio

también eres el fin.

 

El último hombre

tendrá tu mismo rosto,

tu misma edad,

tu isma boca llena de preguntas..."

 ("El naranjal ardiente. Poesía. Augusto Roa Bastos. Buenos Aires, Colihue, 1999)

 

Lack of Sewage Facilities

  Welll....if the topic of environment comes up, polution, contamination, ecological disasters, you might grab this bit of information that appeared June 24, 2006 in the Buenos Aires daily "Clarín:"

Six million persons in the Greater Buenos Aires area lack sewage facilities.  
 
If you translate that into percentages, 60% of the surburban population lack adequate sewage...and that is among the numerous causes--together with chemicals and factory wastes of all kinds--for the unprecedented contamination of the Riachuelo and Matanza rivers.  
 
The lack of sewage systems also favors the persistence of infectious diseases. When there are floods in the area the untreated waste material is propagated to surrounding areas or sinks to underground water pools.  
 
No wonder even the Argentine Supreme Court is urging authorities to do what politicians have long promised but never lifted a finger to do: clean up the Riachuelo.

Of love and ghosts

The sun is bright,  
 
Life bursts in sight,  
 
Yet despair clutches  
 
My limp soul in crutches,  
 
In disparaging desperate despair,  
 
Gasping and groping for repair.  
 
As time and patience fly  
 
Love buds and awaits to die.  
 
Are we not all lost ghosts?  
 
Ghosts of our shattered selves,  
 
Ghosts of our invented selves,  
 
Ghosts of the loves we invent  
 
Before we die in the intent.  

El amor, querida, es un pájaro en vuelo hacia el infinito

El amor, querida, es un pájaro en vuelo hacia el infinito

A Horse and Buggy, a real menace!

The horse drawn buggy, filled with fresh watermellons, caused suspicion. You just don't see that very often these days in downtown Buenos Aires, do you? A sturdy brown horse with a tired languid look, the sagging wooden  walls of the buggy, luckily having  survived World War II, and the happy-go-lucky driver unaware of the lurking danger of...  
 
Well, more or less because suddenly he was surrounded by pistol toting police on a side street in San Telmo, this city's colonial district, and a few passersby gathered around and scratched their brains, as I did, trying to imagine what horrible deed the baby-faced driver might have committed.  
 
Could the crime have been the horse's droppings on the street? At least they are more pure than the scoffing cloud of carbon dioxide expulsed by the cars and buses.  
 
Don't tell me! You think those juicy looking watermellons had been injected with drugs to beguile innocent bystanders into the habit of consuming crack?  
 
Or was it the sweat of the poor animal, which no doubt had not been dabbed with spray on perfume to disguise its unmitigated  
body oder.  
 
Still worse, might there not have been some horrible conspiracy in the process?  
 
Meanwhile time goes on. Street people still pick through garbage bags at night or approach prosperous tourists to beg for a coin. A record number of Argentines end their lives smashing their cars into other vehicles or bouncing to their death on narrow, bumpy and badily paved  
highways...Lovers, who thought their love would last a century, grasp their hearts in dismay and beat their brains out trying to find the cause for what probably has none. And over here and over there former oil tycoons lick their chops at the prospect of producing ethanol...  
 
And, just to be balanced, in  the midst of this world of unending hlows and counter blows, terror and  
counter-terror,children's gay laughter still rings out as fresh and uninhibited as the chirp of bird at sunset.  
 
Oh. Frankly, we don't know what happened to the buggy driver at the police station. But with great sadness we conclude that never again will he venture to sell his juicy watermellons in downtown Buenos Aires.

Acerca de las flores en el inodoro

Si poner flores en el inodoro,  
 
Si decir que lo cierto es incierto,  
 
Que matarse de risa es amar  
 
Que morir es volver a vivir  
 
Que  amar es un acto solitario, 
 
En fin, si ellas y todas las acciones  
 
Más que meros gestos no son,  
 
Entonces: ¿Por qué siempre recordamos,
 
al despertar del sueño nocturno,  
 
El sueño que nunca tuvimos?

A gun on the run

A gun on the run

He was there staring at me out of nothingness.

I approached with trembling heart.

Did I know him? Did he know me?

That gun was pointing at me, wasn't it?

Or at you. Or at us.

I saw sadness in his face. Lonely chap.

Does the weapon make him feel loved? Powerful?

Motionless he was on a wall in Buedo,

"Buenos Aires, mi querida Buenos Aires..."

Gardel stuffed in a newly starched shirt

Time past, perhaps there on that street corner.

Guns, guns, blood and roses.

Justifications. Evasions. Smoke clouds.

The sewing ladies in Chicago

Gunned. The lesson of the boss.

May First, worker's day.

Everywhere except in Chicago.

 

Primero de mayo

Primero de mayo

"Bajo el mismo techo,

--es Basho que habla--

durmieron las cortesanas,

la luna y el trébol."

También duerme un hombre olvidado:

¿Quién le robó aquel sueño largo,

lejano, bello y lleno de vida?

Eat a hamburger and end up in jail?

Eat a hamburger and end up in jail?
If you live on those hamburgers, fried potatoes and dark gurgling bottles of coca cola you might well end up in jail for a crime.  
 
Perhaps that sounds a bit preposterous, but a recent study released by the U.S. National Health Institute reveals that lack of Omega-3 in your diet could make you more likely to commit an act of agression.  
 
A similar study carried out in England's Aylesbury jail showed that youths who consumed an adequate quantity of minerals, and fatty acids committed 37% fewer crimes.  
 
In fact, Lord Ramsbotham, the former United Kingdom jail inspector, said he was absolutely convinced of the direct relation between diet and anti-social behavior.  
 
The results of these studies should not surprise informed persons or scientists, concerned for some time about the negative effects of junk food diets.  
 
Lack of certain fatty acids (for example those obtained from fish oil) deprive the brain of the nutrients it needs to metabolize correctly, and may result in anything from extreme depression to acts of violence.  
 
Over the past century there have been rapid changes in the diets of the industrialized countries, with a significant replacement of the fatty acids of Omega-3 for those of commercialized oils taken from corn, soybeen or sunflowers.  
 
Although some exentrics have begun advocating go slow eating and working habits, most of the world's super capitalist countries are speeding along at an ever increasing rate and their inhabitants find it difficult to resist junk food marketing.  
 
So the next time you fall victim to an urge to gulp down a dish full of junk food, you might do well to take a deep breath and stroll down to the nearest fish market and enjoy a tuna fish salad. There is just a chance that that may mitigate your desire to slug your neighbor in the nose or rip off Tolstoy's "War and Peace "from your favorite book store.

Frasas que dan para pensar

º  "Busco las pequeñas cosas para emocionar al espectador para mostrar que mientras debatimos, e incluso mientras nuestros países se van a la ruina, la vida continua..."

                             --Adderrahmone Sissako, director cinematográfico

º  "El teatro me saca de la soledad, porque es un trabajo que se hace en grupo..."

                           --Claudio Piñeiro--

º   "Casi todos mis procesos de escritura surgen de la incertidumbre."

                           --Rafael Spregelburd--

º   "Uno dice globalización y se piensa en algo que está fuera de todas las instituciones. Lo que sucede es que el estado se globaliza, especialmente el Poder Ejecutivo, pero la Legeslatura se domestica...Cuanto más se globaliza las empresas, más crecen sus funciones centrales de gestión en cantidad y complejidad."

                           --Saskia Sassen--

 

º "En realidad hay que salir un poco de si para no ser demasiado infeliz.  
(I. de Charriere)  
 
º "Las palabras de un hombre muerto se modifican en las entrañas de los vivos."  
W.H. Auden.  
 
º "¿Por qué necesariamente debo permanecer en un estado maltrecho, destruído, de sobreviviente lamentoso? ¿Acaso esto, este estado, es lo que él (el objeto) me ha dejado? ¿Por qué no podría estar, por ejemplo, contento de que haya vivido, de lo que me ha dado, y festejarlo, en consecuencia, al modo del homenaje?"  
(Jacques Lacan)  
 
º "Una gracia en las maneras, la chispa de nuestros ojos, el tono de voz, una viveza y una vibración generales expresan quienes somos mejor que las palabras."  
(Alexander Lowen)  
 
º "La respiración es vida y si respiras bien tendrás larga vida sobre la tierra."  
(proverbio sánscrito)  
 
º "Siento un poco de vértigo. No estoy acostrumbrado a la eternidad."  
(J. L. Borges)  
 
º "Pero hay que reconocer que tenemos problemas graves, profundos: una extraña enfermedad está erosionando nuestra ética y nuestros almas...sabemos que estamos entrando en una época de vorágine, pero aún no sabemos cómo será ni qué ocurrirá."  
(Martín Scorsese)  
 
º "El trabajo del escritor tiene mucho de embaucador, claro que sin una connotación moral."  
(Antonio Benedetto)  
 
º "Las posibilidades para decir algo en una sola frase son tantas...no me animaría a decir que son infínitas, pero son muchas."  
(Alicia Steimberg)  
 
º "Es cierto que hay una idea cuando me pongo a escribir, pero también tengo lacostumbre de dejar que la mano escriba sin pensar demasiado."  
(Alicia Steimberg)  
 
º "Para mí la música fue un hobby hasta que cumplí 15 años y me di cuenta de que ya viviía de la música pero que precisaba formarme como profesional."  
(Dave Holland)  
 
º "Creo que la improvisación ata un poco a la necesidad de una exposición y de una re-exposición...antes disfrutaba haciendo una música formalmente más abierta o incluso sin forma...trato de recrear ideas tradicionales, de hacer mi propia versión con la esperanza de que en ese proceso aparezca algo nuevo."  
(Dave Holland)  
 
º "Los idiomas tienen una franja que va de lo lunfardo a lo académico, y no hay nada en el medio para hacernos sentir más cómodos. La sociedad reprime el lenguaje en las zonas de actividades fundamentales de la vida, como la sexualidad."  
(Ivónne Bordelois)  
 
º "Los hombres están solos en la tierra, ésta es su tragedia."  
( Dostoyevski)  
 
º "Cuando trabajamos sobre los impulsos, todo queda enraizado en el cuerpo."  
(Jerzy Grotowski)  
 
º "Los impulsos preceden a las acciones físicas, siempre...es como la acción física, todavia invisible desde el exterior...si sabes eso, al preparar un papel, puedes trabajar a solas sobre las acciones físicas..."  
(J. Grotowski)  
 
º "Antes de una pequeña acción física, hay el impulso. Allí reside el secreto de algo muy difícil de aprender, porque el impulso es una reacción que empieza detrás de la piel y que es visible sólo cuando se ha convertido ya en una pequeña acción. El impulso es algo tan complejo que no se puede decir que sea sólo del dominio de lo corporal."  
(J. Grotowski)  

Super Short Stories of Fun and Fear

      Nobody knows who ventured first into the fascinating world of  short-short-stories, sometimes known with a more academic term: micro-fiction.But probably the best known is this six worder by Ernest Hemingway: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” That leaves a lot up to the reader’s imagination, don’t you think? That’s precisely the idea of the super short tales. Here are some more (thanks to “Wired” magazine:º           “He read his obituary with confusion.” Steven Meretzky.º           “It cost too much staying human.” Bruce Sterling.º           “To save human-kind he died again.” Ben Bova.º           “Corpse parts missing. Doctor buys yatch.” Margaret Atwood.

º           “When he woke up the dinosaur was still there.” (Cuando despertó el dinosaurio todavía seguía allí) Augusto Monterroso.

º           “The last mano n Herat sat in a room. There was a knock on the door.” Thomas Bailey Aldrich.            And then, more daring writers, have tried for less:

º           “How nice.(Que bueno), Luisa Valenzuela. (However the title was a bit longer: “El sabor de una medialuna a las nueve de la mañana en un viejo café de barrio donde a los 97 años Rodolfo Mondolfo todavía se reúne con sus amigos los miércoles por la tarde.)

º           “Yo” (I) by Aloé Azid, with the title “Autografía” (Autograph) probably has no competitor for shortness.            The idea of the super short stories is to provoke the active participation of the reader and for that reason there are as many versions as there are readers. Taking the classic by Hemingway, you might ask yourself questions such as: who is selling the shoes? What do they look like? Why? Why have they not been used? Has something happened to the baby? Who has placed the sign to sell the shoes?            Although all of this sounds simple, once you sit down to write a short-short short story you might well come to the conclusion that nothing worthwhile is easy.

Rara...como encendida...

Rara...como encendida...      Rara, como encendida, esa cara te persigue por las calles sin salida y tu corazón se agita pensando que no hace mucho la misma mueca te llenó de ternura. ¿No es hora de tomar la iniciativa?

Ha muerto el sapo

Ha muerto el sapo

Trago sapos

Bebo versos.

Imagino historias.

Robo sueños.

Espero esperanzas.

Mato malhumores

Pretendo gozar.

Amo amados.

Soy la sombra.

Soy la luz.

Soy la tierra.

Soy el agua.

Me llamo tiempo.

Me llamo lugar.

Me llamo fuga.

Me llamo placer.

Vivo en las trincheras.

Vivo entre sábanas manchadas.

Vivo en la resaca

Vivo entre la vida y la muerte.

Fui subversivo.

Fui ateo.

Fui esclavo.

Fui  negro, indio.

Tomo tus palabras,

Tomo tus caricias,

Tomo tus acentos,

Tomo, tomo, tomo.

Ha muerto el sapo.

El verso quedó  rellenito y trompudo.

La historia  llegó a su fin.

No fue una historia.

Fue un sueño.

Fue un instante.

Frases para pensar...

º      "Busco las pequeñas cosas para emocionar al espectador para mostrar que mientras debatimos, e incluso mientras nuestros países se van a la ruina, la vida continúa..."

   --Abderrahmane Sissaka, director de la película "Bamako"

º     "Beauty is truth, truth beauty--that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

    --John Keats, in "Ode on a Grecian Urn"

º     "No sería exagerado decir que las mejores historias de Hemingway están llenas de silencios significativos, datos escamoteados por un astuto narrador que se las arregla para que las informaciones que calla sean sin embargo locuaces y azucen la imaginación del lector, de modo que éste tenga que llenar aquellos blancos de la historia con hipótesis y conjeturas de su propia cosecha."

      --Mario Vargas Llosa--

Una rosa, una espina...

Una rosa, una espina...

Observamos una rosa...  
                                              buscando el sol,  
derrochando su perfume...

               escondiendo sus rudas espinas.  


Observamos una rosa:  
                                            ¡Como se flagela en el viento,  


               agitando metáforas lúdicas,  
                                                                            creyendo ser imagen y forma  
del amor eterno,  
inocente y puro!  
 
¡Atención!

A la sombra, de noche... 
                                   oculta,
prepara  
el ataque mortal  
                                   contra su amante,  
penetrándolo con sus  
                                   filosoas y venosas  
espinas, albergadas  
                                  debajo de sus pacíficos  
petálos de seda.