@ American Society of Cinematographers' site
4.11.2012
luzACTIONlight
@ American Society of Cinematographers' site
4.10.2012
4.09.2012
cubinDiGnado
We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the vitriolic
words and actions of the bad people, but for the appalling silence of
the good people.
(Martin Luther King)
Tendremos que arrepentirnos en esta generación, no tanto de las malas acciones de la gente perversa,
(Martin Luther King)
Tendremos que arrepentirnos en esta generación, no tanto de las malas acciones de la gente perversa,
sino del pasmoso silencio de la gente buena.
il. Alen Lauzán
4.05.2012
4.03.2012
picadillohash
hoy en t u m i a m i b l o g
picadillohash - intro
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picadillohash - adentro
y tú, print the prompt anda dale un dame and curseITaway picadilloITaway este eco de nosotros húmedos pollitos incubándonos bajo la gallina del marmotexilio en las esencias de los textiles exóticos en las fragancias de las mentiras in fraganti lloriqueadas en el reflejo de los ojos de los demás exhaladas del humo patriarcal envuelto en cuños dorados y regalías esparcIdas merodeando nuestras lagunas enchumbadas de recuerdos de otros memorias prestadas olores pretéritosausentes en nuestros rústicos lofts industriales de artistudents progre forjando libertadages en ciudades amplias sucias de cenizas repletas del pop rockbluesjazz de ellos nunca tan nuestro como de la musiquita de los viejos revolviéndose inquieta entre las cortinas rebotando encumbrándose nota a nota huyendo por los peldaños de hierro de los fuegofirescapes resbalosos de nieve y los rascacielos iluminados trillando estrellas con sus picos afilados y nosotrossinellos flotando alucinados en el techo tan lejos ubicándonos con linternas sensoriales en las oscuridades de las visitas veraniegas al sur falso siempre al sur verdadero en busca de reflejos que no podían serlo y apenas se insinuaba la fatamorgana en la playa la arena las raíces los mamoncillos dulces flipflotando entre cubicarnes adolescentes musloshembraembarrados de salitre carne puerco mojo y malta mariquitas todos con la musiquita inmensa empalagosa envolvente rebotando dentro de los mullidos cadillacs buicks chevrolets con las nalgas al aire girando el timón bisexual hacia el este al norte el oeste del sur al medio stuck in the middle with youhesheyourself and i and then ellos y los recuerdos de otros menos o más de los otros tantos of the borrowed momenticos of otherness sincronizando a todo volumen el ritmo ajenoperonuestro en hidraúlicabezas dando tumbos sobre la madera de apartamentos fríos en oficinas grises de alfombras polvorientas en magisterios ignorantes de nuestra insípida sabiduría de detalles insignificantes en la suma total para terminar en restaurantes chinos hablando de arte sin mayúscula y ellos en plazas girando el timón la tuerca lo simple y lo difícil de pasearse en el toyota en lo hondo de círculos nevados casi floridos de amarillos anaranjados tulipanes y Bola susurrando y tútantocomonosotrosyustedes en remotababia sin bahía ni cayo ni golfo tecleando siempre tecleando crucigramas para analfabetos graduados de algo asustando poemitas para gagos cilíndricos de dedos cursis teatro bestial para aficionados al boxeo con guante de hule diálogos sumisos para expertos en monólogos autoritarios epopeyas cobardes para cojos valientes por cojos espectáculos de luces opacas para tuertos y bizcos décimas ultrajadas por lo citadino para pueblos guajiros de una tierra desconocida en su lejanía ferviente tan fermosa y furibunda fea fácil flaca indeseable aunque apenas desnuda expuesta y descubierta por exploradores tan ambiguos como nosotros los del siempre vamos, en futuro continuo
picadillohash - dentro
y cuando hace falta gritar y no alcanza. la voz. maúllo a ellaque ni siquiera deisla polvoash. cubiash. picadillohash hashashash chopchop cutcut hashtrashash cutcortacut cubishdishwash wastewastawashash picadillohash hashashash ashasha ash hash ashpica ashdillo ashawash cubihush shush cubichop cubicut picadillohash hashashash hashashash awash ash cubiash ashash ash ash es ash c u b i a s h…
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© om ulloa
4.01.2012
barbS
CASTRO'S BEARD (excerpt)
by Jorge Casuso
"My fellow combatants, illustrious colleagues, gracious ladies," the elderly man said, staring at the crowd gathered in the small air-conditioned banquet hall on a sweltering Sunday afternoon. "I am pleased, more than pleased, I am honored to have the privilege to introduce to you a man who knows firsthand the shackles of slavery, the pangs of a soul hungering for freedom, a man who braved shark-infested waters to feel the gentle breeze of liberty."
Poor old fool, Ignacio thought, as he prepared to stand for the crowd whose graying members were older than the parents he had left back on the island when he accepted this mission two months ago. He waited for his cue from the speaker, a short, wiry man in a blue polyester suit, a Cuban flag pinned to his lapel.
"With extreme gratitude and deep honor, I present to you the new, shining face of our movement, our esteemed new colleague and fellow combatant, Ignacio Robles."
Ignacio rose from his chair, placed his napkin on the table and walked up to the podium as the crowd applauded. In his coat pocket was a speech he had prepared the night before. He could never hope to reproduce the overblown prose on Epsilon 7's antiquated website, so he had gathered key phrases from the speeches, manifestos and declarations the group's leaders had posted and cobbled them together into a speech he was now afraid to deliver. The elderly men in the crowd watching him had probably wrestled over the phrases he was about to read. They would surely recognize their own words.
Ignacio took the podium, pulled out his speech and studied the crowd staring back at him with enthusiastic expectation. He took a sip of water from the glass placed for him at the podium and began to read.
"Comandante Assens, esteemed gentlemen, kind ladies, I thank our courageous leader for those lofty words I can only hope of one day fulfilling. As Epsilon 7's newest member, I bow my head with respect before these tireless fighters in a spontaneous gesture of admiration."
He looked up. So far so good. Ignacio continued.
"When a tyrant seizes power and oppresses a once proud nation, when the very spirit is systematically destroyed, when our very minds are shackled in chains, there is no alternative than to rise up and strike the enemy in the face with a steel fist, because to live on our knees is to be worse than dead."
The crowd burst into applause. Encouraged by the response, Ignacio read the final paragraphs and strangely found himself caught up in the rhetoric, riding the cadence of the phrases, feeding off of the emotions of the crowd, which was now standing and cheering his every word.
"We must be rebels in the face of giants against injustice," he concluded, and, suddenly, having lost his sense of place, finding the words he was reading could just as easily apply to the tyrannical giant that was American imperialism, he added a final emphatic punctuation that was not in his prepared speech.
"Venceremos!" he cried.
The crowd fell silent. For what seemed like minutes, Ignacio stood in the soundless room and stared at the incredulous faces frozen by the battle cry of their mortal enemy.
Finally, Assens began to clap, and the others joined in grudgingly, as Ignacio, who felt the blood drain from his body at the thought that he had blown his cover, walked weakly back to his chair.
Jorge Casuso is a former correspondent for the Chicago Tribune, currently managing editor of Miami's weekly alternative magazine Miami New Times.
3.31.2012
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únicaRespuesta / updated
3.27.2012
eSprOteSta
Mr. Steven Anderson
Media contact for North and West Africa, Latin America and the Caribbean
International Committee of the Red Cross
sanderson@icrc.org
Mr Anderson,
Cuban citizens all over the world feel outraged that the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) has not yet denounced publicly the attack that took place yesterday in Santiago de Cuba, Cuba, prior to the mass that Pope Benedict XVI was to give in a public plaza of the above mentioned Cuban city.
The attack was carried out—filmed and photographed by the international media: http://noticias.univision.com/
The Cuban community feels that the ICRC owes the world an urgent explanation as to why a person wearing its iconic Red Cross of good will and human concern for others, would act in such a violent way against someone that was only exercising his freedom of expression, which we are fully aware the Cuban government violates and does not respect, but the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) should indeed not only respect, but defend as the “neutral organization ensuring humanitarian protection and assistance for victims of war and armed violence” that it is.
Respectfully,
3.26.2012
MentiraaaaTúNOsienteNáPorMí
negra pasión lo que yo siento por ti... mentiraaa tú no siente ná por mí.... mentiraaa
il. Omar Santana
CatoBaboseríaENsuPuntoPapa
Mucha baba en Cuba para el Papa
Mucha gente suelta la baba en el mundo por su Santidad Benedicto XVI, se sabe. No toda la baba es de felicidad, hay babas venenosas y babas francamente violentas, pero pocas personas dejan de soltar baba....
El ajiaco religioso cubano
Muchos especialistas coinciden en que las religiones con mayor crecimiento en Cuba son la Santería, de origen africano, y los cultos pentecostales no tradicionales. Sin embargo, el sincretismo religioso hace difícil determinar el número de fieles de cada una....
El Papa debería recorrer la calzada de Jesús del Monte
La Iglesia Cubana debería aprovechar la ocasión de que se engalanan las vías de La Habana por las que transitará el Papa Benedicto XVI y realizar un desvío en el recorrido a seguir por el Santo Padre....
3 very good articles at HAVANATimes...
3.25.2012
oMniPapa
hace rato llegó el OmniPapa a La Habana, echó dos tallas corticas y se piró, dicho todo lo que hay que decir, que lo demás es babapapa...
3.16.2012
cubitando por la cubiTile
ando cubitando en el regreso a la ida pensando en la grieta que llevo mal zurcida trasnochando por la cubinada con pies inciertos ligeros ando salpicando ceniza humeante del pegajoso calor constante del insoportable silencio sin alivio ando volando el estrecho que aprieta sin aflojar el nudo líquido separatista ando tragando buches de sal en roca para aclarar la garganta oxidada por si protesta por si habla por si grita por si declara por si declama mi alma su miedo al regreso ando cubitando mientras tanto sobre memorias frías de losas lisas
© om ulloa
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