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Thursday, July 29, 2021

VACUNACIÓN, CHIVOS EXPIATORIOS Y VIOLENCIA (RENÉ GIRARD)

THOREAU, PRINCIPALMENTE: VEO A SATÁN CAER COMO EL RELÁMPAGO (II, GIRARD, NI...: Dioniso contra el "crucificado" : ésta es realmente la oposición. No se trata de una diferencia  respecto al martirio, pero éste t... 

 As the results of the mass vaccination campaign fail, we assist to an increase in the pressure against the “unvaccinated” as the scapegoats of the Covid crisis and also to and open -and almost fierce- defense of universal mandates for vaccination. 

 From the legal point of view, there is no doubt that vaccine’s mandates would ignore the Universal Declaration on Bioethics and Rights (article 6 as international law), the Oviedo Convention (article 5), resolutions from the Parliamentary Assembly of the Council of Europe and article 8 of the European Convention on Human Rights (Vavricka v. Czech Republic (ECHR) could not hold in Covid’s vaccines due, among other very important things, to the non-sterilising immunity afforded by the vaccines).

 Anyway, we are in the middle of a supposed voluntary campaign of vaccination aimed to achieve near universal results. It scares, as a method proper and distinctive of any and all dictatorships. This important and central legal issue, however, points to an equally -or even more- important social an religious issue: scapegoats as a method of social and political cohesion in times of hardship and political emergencies. 

 René Girard studied this thoroughly and conclusively. 

 The issue of vaccination did not either scape his attention: 

 “And what to say about the modern procedures of vaccination and immunization? It is not just one and identical model operating in all cases and offering an intellectual framework to both the pseudo-invention and the true-invention? … the medical intervention consists of inoculation of a bit of the agent, exactly as in the rituals which injected a bit of violence in the social body to make it able of resisting violence. The quantity and accuracy of the analogies give vertigo. Revaccinations correspond to the reiteration of the sacrifices and appear, it is clear, in the same way as in the rituals of sacrificial protection, the risks of catastrophic inversion: a vaccine too much virulent, a pharmakon too strong, may extend the infection to be avoided in the first place. To illustrate the corresponding aspects of the sacrifice we could resort to the vaccine’s metaphor, and we can realize now that the metaphorical displacement is indistinguishable of the sacrificial substitution” 

(Violence and the Sacred (Paris 1972), translated from the Spanish edition (Anagrama.1995)) 

René Girard considered social institutions as proper but difficult substitutes of scapegoating, without ignoring the recurrence of sacrificial ritualism in human history. The actual recurrence of the “apostles” of rituals of violence should alarm everybody as to the extent, depth and risks of the actual worldwide crisis.

Sunday, July 25, 2021

NO QUESTIONS TO BE ANSWERED: DO NOT BE ASHAMED


Do not be ashamed by Wendell Berry
You will be walking some night
in the comfortable dark of your yard
and suddenly a great light will shine
round about you, and behind you
will be a wall you never saw before.
It will be clear to you suddenly
that you were about to escape,
and that you are guilty: you misread
the complex instructions, you are not
a member, you lost your card
or never had one. And you will know
that they have been there all along,
their eyes on your letters and books,
their hands in your pockets,
their ears wired to your bed.
Though you have done nothing shameful,
they will want you to be ashamed.
They will want you to kneel and weep
and say you should have been like them.
And once you say you are ashamed,
reading the page they hold out to you,
then such light as you have made
in your history will leave you.
They will no longer need to pursue you.
You will pursue them, begging forgiveness.
They will not forgive you.
There is no power against them.
It is only candor that is aloof from them,
only an inward clarity, unashamed,
that they cannot reach. Be ready.
When their light has picked you out
and their questions are asked, say to them:
"I am not ashamed." A sure horizon
will come around you. The heron will begin
his evening flight from the hilltop.
NO TE AVERGÜENCES
Cualquier noche estarás caminando
en la confortable oscuridad de tu casa
y de repente brillará una gran luz,
alrededor de ti, y detrás de ti
habrá un muro que antes nunca viste
te resultará claro
que estás escapando,
y que eres culpable: malentendiste
las complejas instrucciones, no eres
un miembro, perdiste tu identificación
o nunca la tuviste. Y sabrás
que ellos han estado siempre allí,
sus ojos en tus libros y cartas,
sus manos en tus bolsillos,
sus oídos conectados a tu cama.
Aunque no has hecho nada vergonzoso,
querrán que te avergüences
Querrán que te arrodilles y llores
y digas que deberías haber sido como ellos.
Y una vez que digas que estás avergonzado,
leyendo la página que te indican,
entonces la luz que has conquistado 
en tu vida te abandonará.
Y no necesitarán perseguirte
Tú los perseguirás, pidiendo perdón
No te perdonarán
No hay poder contra ellos
Solo la pureza a distancia de ellos
Solo una claridad interior, sin vergüenza
que ellos no pueden alcanzar. Permanece listo
cuando su luz te haya detectado
y sus cuestiones sean planteadas, diles:
"No estoy avergonzado". Un horizonte seguro
vendrá alrededor tuyo.La garza levantará
su vuelo vespertino desde la colina.
WB (traducción Guillermo Ruiz, 17-07-2021)

Friday, July 23, 2021

YES WE CAN, NATURE CAN BE FOOLED

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Wednesday, July 21, 2021

ALL OF US WILL END UP PAYING THE PRICE (VI, EL DR. FAUCI Y HUMPTY DUMPTY)

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

LA LIBERTAD Y EL LUGAR

Sunday, July 18, 2021

THINK LITTLE : SOLO ESCRIBE EL INDIVIDUO


THINK LITTLE (WENDELL BERRY (EXTRACTS FROM ESSAYS 1969-1990))

For the environmental crisis should made it dramatically clear, as perhaps it has not always been before, that there is no public crisis that is not also private.

(…)

In this crisis it is certain that every one of us has a public responsibility.

(…)

I believe in American political principles, and will not sit idly by and see those principles destroyed by sorry practice. I am ashamed that American government should have become the chief cause of disillusionment with American principles.

(…)

We don’t live in the government or in institutions or in our public utterances and acts, and the environmental crisis has its roots in our lives. By the same token, environmental health will also be rooted in our lives. That is, I take it, simply a fact, and in the light of it we can see how superficial and foolish we would be to think that we could correct what is wrong merely by tinkering with the institutional machinery. The changes that are required are fundamental changes in the way we are living.

What we are up against in this country, in our attempt to invoke private responsibility, is that we have nearly destroyed private life. Our people have given up their independence in return for the cheap seductions and the shoddy merchandise of so-called “affluence”.We have delegated all our vital functions and responsibilities to salesman and agents and bureaus and experts of all sorts.

(…)

Individualism is going around these days in uniform, handing out the party line on individualism.

(…)

A man who understands the weather only in terms of golf is participating in a public insanity that either he or his descendants will be bond to realize as suffering. I believe that the death of the world is breeding in such minds much more certainly and much faster than in any political capital or atomic arsenal.

For an index of our loss of contact with the earth we need only to look at the condition of the American farmer-who must enact our society’s dependence on the land.

(…)

We are going to hereto rebuild the substance and the integrity of private life in this country.

(…)

For most of the history of this country our motto, implied or spoken, has been Think Big. A better motto, an essential one now, is Think Little.

(…)

The lotus eaters of this era are in Washington, D.C., Thinking Big. Somebody perceives a problem, and somebody in the government comes up with a plan or a law. The result, mostly, has been the persistence of the problem and the enlargement and enrichment of the government.

But the discipline of thought is not generalization; it is detail, and it is personal behavior.

(…)

Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of environment that that of gardening.

(…)

Amid the outcries for the liberation of this group or that, we will know that no person is free except in the freedom of other persons, and that our only real freedom is to know and faithfully occupy our place-a much humbler place that we have taught to think- in the order of creation.

(…)

The principles of ecology, if we will take them to heart, should keep us aware that our lives depend upon other lives and upon processes and energies in an interlocking system that, though we can destroy it, we can neither fully understand nor fully control. And our great dangerousness is that, locked in our selfish and myopic economy, we have been willing to change or destroy far beyond our power to understand. We are not humble enough or reverent enough.

(…)

Sometime ago , I heard a representative of a paper company refer to conservation as a “no-return investment”.

(…)

Consider in contrast, the profound ecological intelligence of Black Elk, “a holy man of the Oglala Sioux”, who in telling his story said that it was not his own life that was important to him, but what he shared with all life:

It is the story of all life that is holy and is good to tell, and of us two-leggeds sharing in it with the four-leggeds and the wings of the air and all green things…”

(…)

“And I saw that it was holy”

(A continuous Harmony: Essays Cultural and Agricultural (1972))

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alce_Negro

Si el pensamiento no estuviera en el detalle y en el individuo, ni HDT, ni WB podrían haber escrito lo que escribieron. WB dijo hace 50 años -y BLACK ELK antes- lo que hoy es evidente, pero todavía se esconde y desconoce.

Thoreau dijo:

"I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual"

EL ORDEN DEL AGRADECIMIENTO SIGUE AL DEL SER:

ESTOY COMPLETAMENTE AGREDECIDO DE LO QUE HE RECIBIDO, DE LO QUE SOY, DE LO QUE TENGO, DE LO QUE COMPARTO Y, FINALMENTE, COMPARTIRÉ

I am grateful for what I received, for what I am, have and share


Saturday, July 17, 2021

I AM ASHAMED (WENDELL BERRY, IV)

I AM ASHAMED (WENDELL BERRY, III)

I AM ASHAMED (WENDELL BERRY, II)

I AM ASHAMED (WENDELL BERRY, I)

Friday, July 16, 2021

EL SUSURRO DEL LENGUAJE (V, PAUL VALÉRY Y JORGE GUILLÉN)

 

Sí, tu niñez, ya fábula de fuentes

 

VI

Beau ciel, vrai ciel, regarde-moi qui change!

Après tant d'orgueil, après tant d'étrange

Oisiveté, mais pleine de pouvoir,

Je m'abandonne à ce brillant espace,

Sur les maisons des morts mon ombre passe

Qui m'apprivoise à son frêle mouvoir.

 

(...)

VIII

 

Ô pour moi seul, à moi seul, en moi-même,

Auprès d'un coeur, aux sources du poème,

Entre le vide et l'evenement pur,

J'attends l'écho de ma grandeur interne,

Amère, sombre et sonore citerne,

Sonnant dans l'âme un creux toujours futur¡


 (PV, Le Cimetière marin)

Tampoco hay que suponer elipsis en este otro verso:

 Sí, tu niñez, ya fábula de fuentes

parafraseable en "tu niñez se ha convertido ya en la fábula que con su chorro evocan las fuentes"; se trata de una estructura de frase con dos términos yuxtapuestos, correferentes como lo serían los de una aposición.

(Emilio Alarcos Llorach, GRAMÁTICA DE LA LENGUA ESPAÑOLA) 

 




Wednesday, July 14, 2021

EL SUSURRO DEL LENGUAJE (IV, PAUL VALÉRY)


 

A man may ‘know what he is doing’; but he can know neither that which does nor what does what he is doing. The fortuitous gives him birth, makes up his life, marries him off, gives him his thoughts, and kills him.

C, 1:693.

Un hombre puede “saber lo que está haciendo”; pero no puede saber qué hace ni qué hace lo que está haciendo. Lo fortuito le da nacimiento, hace su vida, le casa, le da sus pensamientos y le mata.

All my bits of knowledge, my reasonings, clarities, and curiosities were only playing either a lamentable part or no part at all in the decisions or actions that mattered most to me. … Every significant thing affects, depresses, or suppresses thinking; and that’s even how you can tell it is significant. … Think, think! … Thinking spoils pleasure and exacerbates pain.

MF, p.204-5

Todos mis elementos de conocimiento, mis razonamientos, claridades y curiosidades jugaron una parte mínima o ninguna parte en las decisiones y acciones que más me importaron…

I quite often imagine a man who would be possessed of everything we know, in terms of accurate operations and recipes, but who would be entirely ignorant of all notions and words that do not provide clear pictures or give rise to uniform, repeatable acts. He never heard of any such thing as spirit, soul, thought, substance, liberty, will, time, space, forces, life, instincts, memory, cause, gods, or morals, or origins; in sum he knows everything that we know and doesn’t know everything that we don’t. But he doesn’t even know the names[…]

There will come a time (that is, a man) – when the words in our philosophy will appear as an odd set of antiques only scholars will know of. Thought will not be spoken of any longer.

The word Beauty has already lost (almost) all philosophical use.

C, 1:573-74.

El pensamiento ya no se pronunciará más.

La palabra Belleza ha perdido todo uso.

One can say that such a work as I am discussing here is a product of genius. But genius is really the last thing that could take up the position of author in the descriptive pattern for an action. For this could well be the most impersonal, least individual thing there is in ourselves:

C, 1:548.

Isn’t ‘genius,’ that seeming climax of individuality, the most detached operation, nobody’s voice, the rare result of a perfect transparency, of an extrafaithful orientation, of an equality of data and outputs?

C, 1:548.

… el raro resultado de una transparencia perfecta, de una orientación fidedigna, de una igualdad de datos y resultados.

Chance does nothing in this world – except get itself noticed.

H, p. 68

La oportunidad no hace nada en este mundo-excepto ser percibida

powerlessness is characteristic of philosophy. And this is striking – in our age of dominant power.

C, 1:605

La falta de poder es característica de la filosofía. Y ello es llamativo-en nuestra era de poder dominante.

https://books.openedition.org/cdf/2140?lang=es#ftn95

(Extractado de Jacques Bouveresse)

Lecture given as « La philosophie d’un anti-philosophe: Paul Valéry », Zaharoff Lecture, Oxford University, 4 février 1993, and published in French by Clarendon Press, Oxford, 1993, 32 p. – First publication in English: Critical Inquiry, 21 (1995), p. 354-381 (translation by Christian Fournier and Sandra Laugier). – Definitive French version in  #JacquesBouveresse, Essais IV. Pourquoi pas des philosophes?, Agone, 2004, http://books.openedition.org/agone/199

Tuesday, July 06, 2021

RUNNING WATER MUSIC II (GARY SNYDER AND RICK DeMONT)

Sunday, July 04, 2021

PATRICK KAVANAGH: EL ESCLAVO DE SÍ MISMO

THOREAU, PRINCIPALMENTE: MEMORIA RESPIRATORIA (X): PATRICK KAVANAGH: EL ESC...: ESCLAVO DE SÍ MISMO, SELF-SLAVED A mí mismo me arrojaré lejos Suficiente mi por el momento Pegajoso yo que cuelga Adherenc...

ESCLAVO DE SÍ MISMO, SELF-SLAVED


A mí mismo me arrojaré lejos
Suficiente mí por el momento
Pegajoso yo que cuelga
Adherencias en las alas.

Para amar y aventurar
Para ir en el gran tour
Uno debe ser libre
De su propia necesidad

Ver sobre ella
Un esplendor creado
Hecho por un individuo
De residuos de cosas
Con todas las varias
Hilarantes cualidades
De lo que
No hubo hasta ahora:

Una emoción de noviembre
Entendida por cualquiera,
Familiar, una costumbre antigua,
Hojas cayendo, una blanca helada
Que trae un sueño sanguíneo
Un nuevo comienzo con un tema viejo

Arrojar lejos la pereza,
Yo, llévate mi ira
Con sus virtuosas
Manchas satíricas
Ningún yo, ningún riesgo propio
La debilidad del prosista
Pero invencible
Por medio de lo batido

Tendré amor, tengo amor
Hecho de cualquier cosa,
Y una vida con una clara forma
Con alegría y encanto
Y capaz de recibir
Con gracia la gracia de vivir

Y  momentos prístinos también
Yo cuando liberado de ti
Prometeo me llama
Prometeo me llama: Hijo,
Ambos nos iremos juntos
En este tiempo delicioso

Patrick Kavanagh

(traducción Guillermo Ruiz, 23 mayo 2020)




Saturday, July 03, 2021

SKELLIG MICHAEL: ... that they might keep their land, their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul

(Skellig Michael's monastery)

The year of the monastery's foundation is unknown. Like many early Christian remnants in Kerry, it is sometimes attributed to Saint Finnia, though this is doubted by historians.[The first definite reference to monastic activity on the island is a record of the death of "Suibhini of Skelig" dating from the 8th century; however, Fionán is claimed to have founded the monastery in the 6th century.

(Quid distat inter sottum et Scottum?)

Lo que se pierda y lo que se salve de nuestra civilización queda fuera de nuestro poder de decisión.No ha habido grupo humano  que haya sabido cómo diseñar su futuro.


No llegaremos al fondo:

La muerte es un agujero 

en el que todos estamos enterrados

Gentiles y Judíos

(...)

Pero hay un agujero

en el fondo de la bolsa.

Es la imaginación

que no se puede sondear.

Es a través de este agujero

por donde escapamos


(...)

un

campo de flores, un tapiz, flores primaverales inigualables

en dulzura.


A través de este agujero

en el fondo de la caverna

de la muerte, la imaginación

escapa intacta.

(WCW, Paterson, Traducción de Margarita Ardanaz)

I had two books of his, the Collected Earlier Poems, and his newest one, Journey to love.I saw how his poems had grown out of his life (...) They relieved some of the pressure in the solitude I mentioned earlier.Reading them, I felt I had a predecessor, if not in Kentucky then in New Jersey, who confirmed and contemporized the experience of Thoreau in Concord.

(Wendell Berry, The long-legged house)

...And hoped by stretching tall that they might keep their land,
Their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul.
But they, like us, were standing in a hole.

(Ray Bradbury)