El blog pretende publicar, principalmente, traducciones al español de textos y poemas de Henry David Thoreau y referencias a trabajos sobre dicho autor.
Bajo la actitud de Bulgákov, como bajo la de Kraus, hay aquello que Benjamin llama odio moral.Odio contra la hipocresía, contra el disimulo, contra la impostura.Odio contra el enmascaramiento, contra la desfiguración.
Odio, sobre todo, contra el lenguaje inauténtico, contra la frase hecha, contra la escritura convertida en magia negra. Contra el tráfico de palabras como "humanidad", "libertad", "educación" o "socialismo" cuando encubren el sacrificio de la razón o de la vida (...) Como Kraus, Bulgákov podrá haber dicho que el progreso fabrica monederos de piel humana.
El satírico está solo. Peo no está lejos, sino enfrente.
(...) el asunto central de las sátiras mayores no es el nuevo vicio, sino el vicio de siempre, reapareciendo en sociedades que imaginan ser nuevas.
La sátira es difícil hoy, cuando se educa en la aceptación del estado de las cosas como si fuere una segunda naturaleza.
El satírico afirma la vida contra la naturaleza.
(...) contra el sacrificio del hombre al mito, sea éste la sociedad sin clases o el mercado libre.
En un lugar arruinado, renovándolo, enriqueciéndolo,
Si diéramos la bienvenida a nuestras estaciones aquí,
No pidiendo demasiado de la tierra y el cielo,
Entonces mucho después de estar muertos
Las vidas que nuestras vidas preparan vivirán
Allí, sus casas fuertemente arraigadas
Sobre las laderas del valle, campos y jardines
Ricos en las ventanas. El río fluirá
Limpio, como nunca lo conoceremos.
Y sobre el, como
una copa el canto del pájaro.
Sobre los llanos de las Colinas habrá
Sotos verdes, esquilas de ganado en la sombra del mediodía.
Sobre las pendientes donde la avaricia y la ignorancia
cortaron
El viejo bosque, un bosque antiguo se erguirá,
Sus ricas hojas otoñales ascendiendo sobre sus raíces
Las venas de primaveras olvidadas se abrirán
Las familias estarán cantando en los campos
En sus voces ellos oirán una música
Elevándose del terreno. No tomarán
Nada del terreno que no le devuelvan,
A pesar de la pena de la partida. La memoria,
Nativa de este valle, se distribuirá sobre él
Como una arboleda, y la memoria crecerá
En leyenda, la leyenda en canción, la canción
En sacramento. La abundancia de este lugar,
Las canciones de sus gentes y sus pájaros,
Serán salud y sabiduría y morada
De luz. Esto no es sueño paradisíaco.
Su dificultad es su posibilidad
(Wendell Berry, Traducción Guillermo G. Ruiz Zapatero)
Our most serious problem,
perhaps, is that we have become a nation of fantasists ... We have an economy that depends not on the quality and quantity of
necessary goods and services, but on the moods of a few stockbrokers. We
believe that democratic freedom can be preserved by people ignorant of the
history of democracy and indifferent to the responsibilities of freedom.
Our leaders have been for many
years as oblivious to the realities and dangers of their time as were George
III and Lord North. They believe that the difference between war and peace is
still the overriding political difference—when, in fact, the difference has
diminished to the point of insignificance. How would you describe the difference
between modern war and modern industry—between, say, bombing and strip mining,
or between chemical warfare and chemical manufacturing? The difference seems to
be only that in war the victimization of humans is directly intentional and in
industry it is “accepted” as a “trade-off.”
(…)
Were the catastrophes of Love
Canal, Bhopal, Chernobyl, and the Exxon Valdez episodes of war or of
peace? They were, in fact, peacetime acts of aggression, intentional to the
extent that the risks were known and ignored.
Es la estancia principal situada en el eje central de la planta baja, justo debajo del antiguo dormitorio de los reyes y alineada con la monumental fuente de La Cascada de los jardines)
Voici que le silence a les seules paroles Qu’on puisse, près de vous, dire sans vous blesser ; Laissons pleuvoir sur vous les larmes des corolles ; Il ne faut que sourire à ce qui doit passer. À l’heure où fatigués nous déposons nos rôles, Au même lit secret les dormeurs vont glisser ; Par chaque doigt tremblant des herbes qui nous frôlent, Vous pouvez me bénir et moi vous caresser. C’est à votre douceur que mon sentier m’amène. De ce sol lentement imprégné d’âme humaine, L’oubli, lent jardinier, extirpe les remords. L’impérissable amour erre de veine en veine ; Je ne veux pas troubler par une plainte vaine L’éternel rendez-vous de la terre et des morts.
Marguerite Yourcenar
"Aquí, el silencio guarda las únicas palabras
que pueden pronunciarse cerca de ti sin herirte;
Deja que las lágrimas de las flores caigan sobre ti;
Solo necesitamos sonreír ante lo que debe pasar.
A la hora en que, cansados, dejamos nuestros papeles,
A la misma cama secreta se deslizarán los durmientes;
Con cada dedo tembloroso de la hierba que nos roza,
Puedes bendecirme y yo acariciarte.
Es a tu dulzura a la que me lleva mi camino.
De esta tierra lentamente impregnada de alma humana,
El olvido, el jardinero lento, arranca el remordimiento.
Dr. Stockmann. It is a petty thing to catch me up on a word,
Mr. Aslaksen. What I mean is only that I got scent of the unbelievable
piggishness our leading men had been responsible for down at the Baths. I can't
stand leading men at any price!—I have had enough of such people in my time.
They are like billy-goats on a young plantation; they do mischief everywhere.
They stand in a free man's way, whichever way he turns, and what I should like
best would be to see them exterminated like any other vermin—. (Uproar.)
Peter Stockmann. Mr. Chairman, can we allow such expressions to
pass?
Aslaksen (with his hand on his bell). Doctor—!
(...)
Dr. Stockmann. Very well, gentlemen, I will say no more about
our leading men. And if anyone imagines, from what I have just said, that my
object is to attack these people this evening, he is wrong—absolutely wide of
the mark. For I cherish the comforting conviction that these parasites—all
these venerable relics of a dying school of thought—are most admirably paving
the way for their own extinction; they need no doctor's help to hasten their
end. Nor is it folk of that kind who constitute the most pressing danger to the
community. It is not they who are most instrumental in poisoning the sources of
our moral life and infecting the ground on which we stand. It is not they who
are the most dangerous enemies of truth and freedom amongst us.
Shouts from all sides. Who then? Who is it? Name! Name!
Dr. Stockmann. You may depend upon it—I shall name them! That
is precisely the great discovery I made yesterday. (Raises his voice.) The most
dangerous enemy of truth and freedom amongst us is the compact majority—yes,
the damned compact Liberal majority—that is it! Now you know! (Tremendous
uproar. Most of the crowd are shouting, stamping and hissing. Some of the older
men among them exchange stolen glances and seem to be enjoying themselves. MRS.
STOCKMANN gets up, looking anxious. EJLIF and MORTEN advance threateningly upon
some schoolboys who are playing pranks. ASLAKSEN rings his bell and begs for
silence. HOVSTAD and BILLING both talk at once, but are inaudible. At last quiet
is restored.)
Aslaksen. As Chairman, I call upon the speaker to withdraw the
ill-considered expressions he has just used.
Dr. Stockmann. Never, Mr. Aslaksen! It is the majority in our
community that denies me my freedom and seeks to prevent my speaking the truth.
Hovstad. The majority always has right on its side.
Billing. And truth too, by God!
Dr. Stockmann. The majority never has right on its side. Never,
I say! That is one of these social lies against which an independent,
intelligent man must wage war. Who is it that constitute the majority of the
population in a country? Is it the clever folk, or the stupid? I don't imagine
you will dispute the fact that at present the stupid people are in an
absolutely overwhelming majority all the world over. But, good Lord!—you can
never pretend that it is right that the stupid folk should govern the clever
ones! (Uproar and cries.) Oh, yes—you can shout me down, I know! But you cannot
answer me. The majority has might on its side—unfortunately; but right it has
not. I am in the right—I and a few other scattered individuals. The minority is
always in the right. (Renewed uproar.)
Hovstad. Aha!—so Dr. Stockmann has become an aristocrat since
the day before yesterday!
(...)
Morten. And what are we going to do, when you have made liberal-minded
and high-minded men of us?
Dr. Stockmann. Then you shall drive all the wolves out of the country,
my boys!
(EJLIF looks rather doubtful about it; MORTEN jumps about crying
"Hurrah!")
Mrs. Stockmann. Let us hope it won't be the wolves that will drive you
out of the country, Thomas.
Dr. Stockmann. Are you out of your mind, Katherine? Drive me out!
Now—when I am the strongest man in the town!
Mrs. Stockmann. The strongest—now?
Dr. Stockmann. Yes, and I will go so far as to say that now I am the
strongest man in the whole world.
Morten. I say!
Dr. Stockmann (lowering his voice). Hush! You mustn't say anything
about it yet; but I have made a great discovery.
Mrs. Stockmann. Another one?
Dr. Stockmann. Yes. (Gathers them round him, and says confidentially:)
It is this, let me tell you—that the strongest man in the world is he
who stands most alone.
Mrs. Stockmann (smiling and shaking her head). Oh, Thomas, Thomas!
Petra (encouragingly, as she grasps her father's hands). Father!
Title: An Enemy of the People
Author: Henrik Ibsen
Translator: R. Farquharson Sharp
Release Date: December, 2000 [EBook #2446]
Last updated: May 1, 2019
Language: English
CUANDO LA NATURALEZA DOMINA SOBRE LA HISTORIA, LO QUE SE RIDICULIZA ES LA DISIDENCIA
EL SATÍRICO AFIRMA LA VIDA CONTRA LA NATURALEZA
CONTRA EL SACRIFICIO DEL HOMBRE AL MITO, SEA ÉSTE LA SOCIEDAD SIN CLASES O EL MERCADO LIBRE
