Ad Rant: Dockers ads claim "soft" khakis will make men more manly
12.09.2009
12.08.2009
del pañuelo de la esperanza
Lit. Nobel 2009: Herta Müller
Every word knows something of a vicious circle
DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF was the question my mother asked me every morning, standing by the gate to our house, before I went out onto the street. I didn't have a handkerchief. And because I didn't, I would go back inside and get one. I never had a handkerchief because I would always wait for her question. The handkerchief was proof that my mother was looking after me in the morning. For the rest of the day I was on my own. The question DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF was an indirect display of affection. Anything more direct would have been embarrassing and not something the farmers practiced. Love disguised itself as a question. That was the only way it could be spoken: matter-of-factly, in the tone of a command, or the deft maneuvers used for work. The brusqueness of the voice even emphasized the tenderness. Every morning I went to the gate once without a handkerchief and a second time with a handkerchief. Only then would I go out onto the street, as if having the handkerchief meant having my mother there, too .... ... ...I wish I could utter a sentence for all those whom dictatorships deprive of dignity every day, up to and including the present—a sentence, perhaps, containing the word handkerchief. Or else the question: DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF?
Can it be that the question about the handkerchief was never about the handkerchief at all, but rather about the acute solitude of a human being?
Full speech-Discurso completo en inglés© THE NOBEL FOUNDATION 2009
Cada palabra sabe algo sobre el círculo vicioso
¿TIENES UN PAÑUELO? me preguntaba mi madre cada mañana en la puerta de casa, antes de que yo saliera a la calle. Yo no tenía el pañuelo, y como no lo tenía, regresaba a la habitación y sacaba un pañuelo. No tenía el pañuelo cada mañana, porque cada mañana aguardaba la pregunta. El pañuelo era la prueba de que mi madre me protegía por la mañana. A otras horas del día, más tarde o en otras circunstancias, quedaba a merced de mí misma. La pregunta ¿TIENES UN PAÑUELO? era una ternura indirecta. Una directa hubiera sido penosa, algo que no existía entre los campesinos. El amor se disfrazaba de pregunta. Sólo así podía decirse a secas, en tono de orden, como las maniobras del trabajo. El hecho de que la voz fuera áspera realzaba incluso la ternura. Cada mañana estaba yo una vez sin pañuelo en la puerta, y una segunda vez con pañuelo. Sólo después salía a la calle, como si con el pañuelo también estuviera mi madre. ... ... ...
Me gustaría poder decir una frase para todos aquellos que, en las dictaduras, todos los días, hasta hoy, son despojados de su dignidad, aunque sea una frase con la palabra pañuelo, aunque sea la pregunta: ¿TENÉIS UN PAÑUELO?
Puede ser que, desde siempre, la pregunta por el pañuelo no se refiera en absoluto al pañuelo, sino a la extrema soledad del ser humano.
Discurso completo en español© THE NOBEL FOUNDATION 2009
12.07.2009
conjugando el futuro en presente continuo
yo he cambiado tú has cambiado él cambió ella dice que cambió nosotros estamos cambiando ustedes siempre quieren cambiar vosotros estáis dispuestos a cambiar ellos...
¿cambiarán?
Iranian Student Protesters Clash With Police 12.7.09
Iran student protests bring out tens of thousands (AP)
Violent Protests in Iran Carry Into Second Day 12.8.09
Declaración Universal de Derechos Humanos
¿cambiarán?
Iranian Student Protesters Clash With Police 12.7.09
Iran student protests bring out tens of thousands (AP)
Violent Protests in Iran Carry Into Second Day 12.8.09
Declaración Universal de Derechos Humanos
12.06.2009
chucheando
Y otra Chuchería cubiche, dice El País:
Chucho Valdés denuncia el ninguneo oficial de Cuba a la obra de su padre
"Estoy indignado", dice (Chucho Valdés, padre de Chuchito, hijo de Bebo Valdés). "Siento una gran frustración. No entiendo cómo se puede omitir un nombre que ha dado tanta gloria a Cuba. Y además es mi papá... No lo voy a tolerar".
ellos... ¿cambiarán?
12.04.2009
12.02.2009
MaYamiArtYcitY boomboom
artBomBastic by Guerra de la Paz
| and... Boom....Art Basel Miami Beach The eighth edition of ABMB fair will take place from Dec. 2 to 6, 2009 at Miami Beach Convention Center. A selection of more than 250 leading art galleries from North America, Latin America, Europe, Asia and Africa will exhibit 20th and 21st century artworks by over 2,000 artists. The exhibiting galleries are among the world's most respected art dealers, offering pieces by both renowned artists and cutting-edge newcomers. Special exhibition sections feature young galleries, performance art, public art projects and video art. Visit www.artbaselmiamibeach.com
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- and... boom boom booom... artchispas futuras... • Art Miami/www.art-miami.com |
12.01.2009
contempulsitos
Angel Delgado
Inside Outside, 2009
Digital print, wax
pencil and dry pastel/
handkerchief
62.25 x 61 in.
Courtesy of Nina
Menocal
PULSE Miami 2009 at The Ice Palace
www.pulse-art.com/miami
Thursday, December 3 through Sunday, December 6, 2009
Inside Outside, 2009
Digital print, wax
pencil and dry pastel/
handkerchief
62.25 x 61 in.
Courtesy of Nina
Menocal
PULSE Miami 2009 at The Ice Palace
www.pulse-art.com/miami
Thursday, December 3 through Sunday, December 6, 2009
11.30.2009
tiME
Time/Tom Waits
Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee's in the mirror
And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails
And it's true there's nothing left for him down here
And it's time time time, and it's time time time
And it's time time time that you love
And it's time time time
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors "Are those dreams or are those prayers?"
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit
Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time
And it's time time time that you love
And it's time time time
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again
Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time
And it's time time time that you love
And it's time time time
And it's time time time, and it's time time time
And it's time time time that you love
And it's time time time
11.29.2009
en busca de alivio...
huyendo del pantano, los mosquitos y otras barbaries del trópico nuestro de cada día...hoy, mi opinión en
Penúltimos días, blog de asuntos cubanos
11.22.2009
deep-sea-cucumber?
At 1.7 miles down (2,750 meters) in the Northern Gulf of Mexico, scientists found this transparent sea cucumber, Enypniastes, creeping forward on its many tentacles at less than 1 inch (2 cm) per minute while sweeping detritus-rich sediment into its mouth. The creature was discovered as part of the decade-long, international 14-project Census of Marine Life. Credit: Larry Madin, Woods Hole Oceanographic Institutionmore @ livescience.com and check out this menagerie of weird creatures
11.21.2009
los muertos de mi felicidad
sólo en esta versión, que nunca la original, hoy... día de vergüenza nacional, para los vivos de nuestra perpetua infelicidad, la propia de un "país libre"
11.19.2009
me da la gana...
... que yo ya he tenido mucha guerra... a mí el héroe hace mucho tiempo se me murió...
11.16.2009
11.15.2009
iGotAbadFeeling...
buena, buenota, gran swiveling grief...
magna cum laude harmoniously sad grief...
... the sky's crying... look at the tears running down the street...
magna cum laude harmoniously sad grief...
... the sky's crying... look at the tears running down the street...
11.13.2009
equilibrio...
en la cuerda floja...A man walks along Havana's seafront boulevard "El Malecon" July 31, 2009. (REUTERS/Desmond Boylan)
boston globe havana photo essay
via blog cuban triangle
boston globe havana photo essay
via blog cuban triangle
11.11.2009
11.10.2009
11.06.2009
pistoleteando bajito los asque(segu)rosos
La bloguera Yoani Sánchez, detenida El País
Cuban blogger says she is briefly detained
The Associated Press - Andrea Rodriguez - 3 hours ago
HAVANA — A Cuban blogger who has gained international attention for her searing commentary about life on the communist island said she was briefly detained ...
Blogger Yoani Sanchez detained briefly in Cuba Reuters
Yoani Sánchez golpeada por la seguridad del Estado ENH
La Seguridad de Estado detiene a Yoani Sánchez y otros blogueros cuando iban a participar en una manifestación-performance en la calle 23 (updated) PD
la manifestación que tanto temen...
Violencia contra la no violencia Claudia Cadelo 8voCerco La Habana
Cuban blogger says she is briefly detainedThe Associated Press - Andrea Rodriguez - 3 hours ago
HAVANA — A Cuban blogger who has gained international attention for her searing commentary about life on the communist island said she was briefly detained ...
Blogger Yoani Sanchez detained briefly in Cuba Reuters
Yoani Sánchez golpeada por la seguridad del Estado ENH
La Seguridad de Estado detiene a Yoani Sánchez y otros blogueros cuando iban a participar en una manifestación-performance en la calle 23 (updated) PD
la manifestación que tanto temen...
Violencia contra la no violencia Claudia Cadelo 8voCerco La Habana
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