Monday, July 31, 2023

NADA ES CIERTO HASTA QUE EL PODER LO DESMIENTE ("CONSPIRANOICOS"): ROOSEVELT AS "CONSPIRACY THEORIST"?

NADA ES CIERTO HASTA QUE EL PODER LO DESMIENTE (CONSPIRANOICO)

¿No se han convertido los antihistoricistas de ayer en los "marxistas capitalistas" y "evolucionistas" de hoy? 

La historia, nos dicen ahora, no puede ser conspiración porque es necesidad, sea necesidad democrática, militar, económica, climática, evolutiva (seréis como dioses, "homo deus" ) o todas ellas juntas.

Sin embargo, el gurú de las sociedades abiertas ahora en curso de destrucción y cierre (Sir Karl R. Popper) dijo claramente: "Más tarde conseguí dar con una refutación del historicismo: mostré que por razones lógicas, nos es imposible predecir el curso futuro de la historia" 

Los que que predicen el curso futuro e inmediato de la historia "predicen" tan solo el curso futuro por ellos perseguido aquí y ahora. Y los que lo muestran por los medios a su alcance son conspiranoicos al margen de la historia: muda necesidad, ciega resignación (dijo Freud en otro contexto equivalente) 

Have not yesterday antihistoricists become today "marxist capitalists" and "evolutionists?

According to them, history can not "derive" from conspiracy because it derives from necessity, whether democratic, militar, economic, climatic or evolutive necessity ("homo deus"),  or from  all of them together.

However the guru of open societies now approaching destruction and end (Sir Karl R. Popper) clearly said:  "Later on I got a refutation of historicism; showing that for logic reasons it is impossible for us to forecast history's future development

Those forecasting history are, therefore, only "forecasting" the result they are pursuing. And those showing that reality are dangerous conspiracy theorists suffering paranoia (conspiranoids): blind neccesity dumb resignation (recomended Freud in an equivalent context)

All must become "dumb and blind" or be, otherwise, "conspiranoids"









 

 

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Saturday, July 29, 2023

MATINAL DEL RÍO DUERO (III, 15-07-2023+29-07-2023 ("EN EL TIEMPO Y EN EL PARAÍSO")

 

 


HARVEST?, COSECHA

 

Me apena pensar de vosotros en pasado-


Miraos, ciegamente atados a la tierra

como si fueran las vides del paraíso

mientras los campos se alzan en llamas a vuestro alrededor-

 

Ah, qué poco sutiles y diminutos:

es a la vez vuestro sufrimiento y vuestro don

 

Si lo que teméis en la muerte

es un castigo mayor, no necesitáis 

temer a la muerte:

 

Cuántas veces debo destruir mi propia creación

para mostraros

que solamente este es vuestro castigo:

 

Con un solo gesto os establecí

en el tiempo y en el paraíso 


LOUISE GLÜCK



It grieves me to think of you in the past--


Look at you, blindly clinging to earth
as though it were the vineyards of heaven
while the fields go up in flames around you--

Ah, little ones, how unsubtle you are:
it is at once the gift and the torment.


If what you fear in death
is punishment beyond this, you need not
fear death:


how many times must I destroy my own creation
to teach you
this is your punishment:


with one gesture I established you
in time and in paradise.

(You can find "Harvest" and many other poems in Glück's collection The Wild Iris.) 

 


 

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Thursday, July 27, 2023

SOLO ES NOTICIA LO QUE YA NO IMPORTA ( (II), 27-07-2023)

https://thoreaucastellano.blogspot.com/2022/03/solo-es-noticia-lo-que-no-importa-24-06.html

 

 

 

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Tuesday, July 25, 2023

JASON ALDEAN ("TRY THAT IN A SMALL TOWN" Becomes No. 2 Hit) AND WENDELL BERRY (25-07-2023)

 

 

Sucker punch somebody on a sidewalkCarjack an old lady at a red lightPull a gun on the owner of a liquor storeYa think it's cool, well, act a fool if ya like
Cuss out a cop, spit in his faceStomp on the flag and light it upYeah, ya think you're tough
Well, try that in a small townSee how far ya make it down the roadAround here, we take care of our ownYou cross that line, it won't take longFor you to find out, I recommend you don'tTry that in a small town
Got a gun that my granddad gave meThey say one day they're gonna round upWell, that shit might fly in the city, good luck
Try that in a small townSee how far ya make it down the roadAround here, we take care of our ownYou cross that line, it won't take longFor you to find out, I recommend you don'tTry that in a small town
Full of good ol' boys, raised up rightIf you're looking for a fightTry that in a small townTry that in a small town
Try that in a small townSee how far ya make it down the roadAround here, we take care of our ownYou cross that line, it won't take longFor you to find out, I recommend you don'tTry that in a small town
Try that in a small townOoh-oohTry that in a small town
 
 
 

Tennessee state Rep. Justin Jones, a Democrat, wrote on Twitter that lawmakers “have an obligation to condemn Jason Aldean’s heinous song calling for racist violence. What a shameful vision of gun extremism and vigilantism.” 

Mr. Aldean denied that race had any part in the lyrics, or that his hit was a “pro-lynching song.” “In the past 24 hours I have been accused of releasing a pro-lynching song (a song that has been out since May) and was subject to the comparison that I (direct quote) was not too pleased with the nationwide BLM protests,” Mr. Aldean wrote on Twitter. He added that “these references are not only meritless, but dangerous.”

 “‘Try That In A Small Town’, for me, refers to the feeling of a community that I had growing up, where we took care of our neighbors, regardless of differences of background or belief,” Mr. Aldean wrote. “Because they were our neighbors, and that was above any differences.”

 “My political views have never been something I’ve hidden from, and I know that a lot of us in this Country don’t agree on how we get back to a sense of normalcy where we go at least a day without a headline that keeps us up at night. But the desire for it to- that’s what this song is about,” he concluded.

On Instagram this week, Mr. Aldean again rejected the accusation that his song referenced “race or points to it.”

 

 

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Monday, July 24, 2023

NADA HASTA QUE LOS PECES TE LLAMEN POR TU NOMBRE (51 GETARIA-ZARAUTZ, 23-07-2023)

 EL QR Y LA PIEL

(DELIVERY)
 
I am also a sea 
inside of a bigger sea that loves me,
and swim, swim, swim and nothing more
swim and say my love
swim and say mom

(...)

Arrive to the blue horizon's end 
and there continue swimming, do not look back
there is no seashore, nor route or return
swim in your inside sea, do not ever return
swim till the fish call you by your name
swim, swim, my love, swim more

("NADA MÁS",  FRAGMENTO DEL POEMA DE JUAN VICENTE PIQUERAS, ESCRITO EN LA ISLA DE ANGISTRI. TRADUCCIÓN AL INGLÉS DEL AUTOR)
 
 
WHAT'S UP DOC?

It was
the question on a T-shirt
worn by a swimmer
following the famous coach
As if anybody could
forever stand in a place
called safe water
or "mark twain"
Up, down or middle
inside or outside it
close to or far away from
Swimmimg or failing to swim
There is no such revered place
Everywhere
it is only who you are
here and now

QUÉ HAY ARRIBA DOC?

Era
la pregunta en una camiseta
de un nadador
que seguía al famoso entrenador
Como si alguien pudiera,
permanecer para siempre allí
en un lugar llamado aguas seguras
o "mark twain"
Arriba, abajo o en medio
dentro o fuera
cerca o lejos de
nadar o fracasar
no existe tal lugar reverenciado
el es tan solo quién eres
aquí y ahora
 
 https://thoreaucastellano.blogspot.com/search?q=WHAT+IS+UP+DOC
 
VIDES DE UN DÍA
 
En la ISLA  de Eubea, cuenta Sófocles,
verdeaba la vid
con las primeras luces del amanecer,
a mediodía estaba ya formada la uva
que maduraba durante la tarde,
se vendimiaba al anochecer,
por la noche se preparaba el vino,
y al alba se brindaba
por los vivos y los muertos.
 
Vides de un solo día, nuestras vidas
 
(Juan Vicente Piqueras (Cerezas, Abril 2023))
 
 
 

 https://thoreaucastellano.blogspot.com/2022/07/50-travesia-nado-guetaria-zarautz-24-07.html
 

 
  
La imagen de la Virgen en el Puerto de Guetaria parece repetir los versos que el agua del mar todavía devuelve:

[21] The verses addressed to Columbus, dying, may, with slight alterations, be applied to the passengers of the St. John: —


"Soon with them will all be over,

Soon the voyage will be begun

That shall bear them to discover,

Far away, a land unknown.

"Land that each, alone, must visit,

But no tidings bring to men;

For no sailor, once departed,

Ever hath returned again.

"No carved wood, no broken branches

Ever drift from that far wild;

He who on that ocean launches

Meets no corse of angel child.

"Undismayed, my noble sailors,

Spread, then spread your canvas out;

Spirits! on a sea of ether

Soon shall ye serenely float!

"Where the deep no plummet soundeth,

Fear no hidden breakers there,

And the fanning wing of angels

Shall your bark right onward bear.

"Quit, now, full of heart and comfort,

These rude shores, they are of earth;

Where the rosy clouds are parting,

There the blessed isles loom forth."


http://thoreau.eserver.org/capecd00.html

 

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