deambulando

Canal Central

2011-11-11T20:33:00.002-06:00

El canal central existe. Muchas aparentes coincidencias o premoniciones. La tanka del buda de la medicina que compre con mi amada en Nueva York hace algun tiempo; compra totalmente inusual dentro de mis patrones de consumo. La musica tibetana que he comprado tambien de manera fortuita, sin afocar, ahora resulta que tiene todo el sentido del mundo en este momento. La iconografia del canal central tambien me recuerda muchos suenhos que tuve en la infancia de una linea de luz en el centro de mi cuerpo. La sensacion de estar observando todo desde un lugar mas alla de mis pensamientos y emociones, abre toda una posibilidad de vivir en paz que parecia que no existia. Tantas cosas que ahora se agolpan contra el puerto de las aguas que me rodean. Tantas imagenes. Parece que si sere capaz de darle una orientacion positiva y constructiva a mi vida. A ver que sucede pero me parece haber sentido una rendija a traves de la cual podre escapar.

Open Up Your EYES

2011-06-06T21:48:00.000-05:00

2011-01-31T07:23:00.000-06:00

flujo

2011-01-31T07:17:00.001-06:00

Flujo desordenado de ideas. Confusión pero claridad. Raro. Sueños, realidades, verdades, mentiras. No sé. Raro. Decisiones. Indecisiones. Reafirmaciones. Desvinculaciones. Deseos de volar. Deseos de confirmar que voy bien. Será sólo una transformación de mis motivaciones. Funcionarán aquí aún ajustadas. No olvidar mi cansancio. La voz de mi cuerpo. Esa es la que está gritando. Alto, detente, mirame, cuidame, piénsate, conectate y luego anda.

Samuel Ruiz

2011-01-25T09:20:00.002-06:00

Como me ha conmovido la muerte de Samuel Ruiz. No tanto su muerte sino su vida. Que vida. Dedicada a los indígenas. Esa versión de la religión católica comprometida con los pobres, con la sociedad. La teología de la liberación. De más joven me impresionó mucho la posición de este personaje frente al mundo. Me hizo ver la religión católica desde otra perspectiva. Claro que abandoné la religión católica prevaleciente pero esa manera de comprometerse con los pobres, con el mejoramiento del sistema, con la política. Tan contrastante con esta religión católica que prevalece en mi medio social actual. Tan hipócrita, tan absolutamente aislada de la realidad social de este país que se destruye. Todo el tema de la pederastia. Todo el tema de los grupos de ricos en México y en el trasfondo la ignorancia y la miseria absoluta. Expiación de culpas con donaciones mientras la vida de enfoca en hacer mucho dinero. Samuel Ruiz, gracias por tu trabajo y tu ejemplo de que se puede vivir y morir dedicado a la justicia.

Regreso

2011-01-23T22:42:00.003-06:00

De regreso por estos lares. El dialogo siempre ha estado, nada más que dentro de mí. Es hora de hacerlo público porque así se antoja. Surcando cielos desconocidos, tratando de desenterrar la luz. La claridad de la vista del águila. La claridad de las sensaciones. Ever feeling. Ever seeing. All feeling. Feeling All. All Seeing. Seeing All.

Otra vez

2010-11-29T13:57:00.003-06:00

C,

Ya estoy otra vez volviéndote a extrañar. Será que realmente mi ser no verbal más allá de todas mis construcciones/moralidades y neuras te necesita, te desea y te ama? Quizá pero ahora si ya siento que te he perdido, no siento que tenga ningún derecho a buscarte. Será que tendré que soltarte y que lo que toca es sufrir tu ausencia? Tal parece que ahi estoy.

J.

Posdata

2010-07-06T11:37:00.003-05:00

Ya llegué de Sudafrica.

6 de julio de 2010

2010-07-06T11:17:00.003-05:00

De vuelta a las andadas.

Xochitl Galvez

2010-03-08T11:41:00.002-06:00

Me la tope en el elevador. Dice que no sabe porque se mete a estos arguendes cuando ella tiene un negocio exitoso. Especuló que lo hace por la pobreza que vivió cuando era niña. Quien la acompañaba en el elevador conjeturó que así es el poder. La señora no hizo nada de trascendencia en la comisión para pueblos indigenas y está consumida por la importancia personal y el deseo de poder como tantos otros. Lo indignante es que se sienta parte de la problematica indigena porque usa huipil y habla otomí, tengo entendido.

tambaleandome

2010-03-07T19:52:00.002-06:00

me empiezo a tambalear dirgiendome hacia esos terrenos oscuros poco fertiles. terrenos oscuros en los que la memoria cobra vida y persigue sus propios objetivos. la estructura se pandea. el corazon se entierra. la sexualidad se enraiza enojada. a la vez veo la amenaza a la torre. se que es de alguna manera una amenaza imaginaria, por lo menos enormemente exagerada. la estrucura, la torre, ha resistido el embate de la misma amenaza desde el principio de los tiempos, lo cual debe ser indicativo de la fuerza de la torre y de la sobre-estimacion de la fuerza de la amenaza. la fuerza me jala hacia el centro de la tierra pero quiero ver al horizonte y navegar percibiendo fluyendo hacia el sol. La voluntad se alio con la amenaza. La amenaza es en algun sentido un invento del capataz de la torre, para darle sentido a su posicion, algo por el estilo, algo por el estilo. ruido, fuerza, estertores de luz, eructos de vida , alla en el fondo, the light shines.

ahora

2010-02-22T19:56:00.000-06:00

Ahora lánzate al futuro. Lánzate con un carajo. Lánzate!!!

Eulogy

2010-02-22T19:54:00.002-06:00

Comenzó el sábado 28 de octubre de 2006 en el departamento 1 del edificio ubicado en la calle de Zacatecas No. 110 en la Colonia Roma Norte en esta ciudad. Terminó el miércoles 16 de diciembre de 2009 alrededor de las dos de la tarde. Nunca pensé que terminaría así. De verdad pensé que era eterno. Fue eterno mientras duró.

Filtraciones

2010-01-21T08:10:00.002-06:00

Se vislumbra una luz gestándose por debajo de la capa de tierra húmeda. Se vislumbra que pretende filtrarse y tocar este mundo, el mundo de arriba, el mundo sometido. Se trata de filtrar. Trata de decirme que la voluntad no es la manera en la que fluirá hacia este mundo. Es la libertad. Es la conexión lo que la ayudará a salir. No es la voluntad, no es el deber, es el sentir y el fluir. La luz está atrapada pero es luz, luz en el armario oscuro, luz al fin, luz al fin, ganas de vivir, ganas de estar bien, confiar en soñar. Conexión con el planeta y mi rol aqui y ahora. La imagen es la de una especie de luz enterrada atrás de una película, una especie de tela terregosa de color beige, se ven rasgaduras a través de las cuales se asoma esta luz. Es una especie de animal con luz. Una especie de gusano fosforescente, vivo que se mueve y da la idea de querer emerger y a la vez da la idea de que se está gestando y no es que se le estpe dificultando salir sino que está creciendo naturalmente. Es una sensación interesante.

Ay Christiane!

2009-11-04T11:40:00.002-06:00

Ay ay ay, que sensaciones tan fuertes! Que añoranza! Ya entiendo tantas cosas. Ay ay ay corazón!

Muse - Undisclosed Desires (Official Video)

2009-11-04T11:38:00.001-06:00

Muse - Uprising (Official Video)

2009-11-04T11:37:00.001-06:00

Claude Lévi-Strauss Obituary--New York Times

2009-11-04T10:09:00.000-06:00

November 4, 2009
Claude Lévi-Strauss, 100, Dies; Altered Western Views of the ‘Primitive’
By EDWARD ROTHSTEIN
Claude Lévi-Strauss, the French anthropologist whose revolutionary studies of what was once called “primitive man” transformed Western understanding of the nature of culture, custom and civilization, has died at 100.

His son Laurent said Mr. Lévi-Strauss died of cardiac arrest Friday at his home in Paris. His death was announced Tuesday, the same day he was buried in the village of Lignerolles, in the Côte-d’Or region southeast of Paris, where he had a country home.

“He had expressed the wish to have a discreet and sober funeral, with his family, in his country house,” his son said. “He was attached to this place; he liked to take walks in the forest, and the cemetery where he is now buried is just on the edge of this forest.”

A powerful thinker, Mr. Lévi-Strauss, in studying the mythologies of primitive tribes, transformed the way the 20th century came to understand civilization itself. Tribal mythologies, he argued, display remarkably subtle systems of logic, showing rational mental qualities as sophisticated as those of Western societies.

Mr. Lévi-Strauss rejected the idea that differences between societies were of no consequence, but he focused on the common aspects of humanity’s attempts to understand the world. He became the premier representative of “structuralism,” a school of thought in which universal “structures” were believed to underlie all human activity, giving shape to seemingly disparate cultures and creations.

His work was a profound influence even on his critics, of whom there were many. There has been no comparable successor to him in France. And his writing — a mixture of the pedantic and the poetic, full of daring juxtapositions, intricate argument and elaborate metaphors — resembles little that had come before in anthropology.

“People realize he is one of the great intellectual heroes of the 20th century,” Philippe Descola, the chairman of the anthropology department at the Collège de France, said last November in an interview with The New York Times on the centenary of Mr. Levi-Strauss’s birth. Mr. Lévi-Strauss was so revered that the occasion was celebrated in at least 25 countries.

A descendant of a distinguished French-Jewish artistic family, he was a quintessential French intellectual, as comfortable in the public sphere as in the academy. He taught at universities in Paris, New York and São Paulo, Brazil, and also worked for the United Nations and the French government.

His legacy is imposing. “Mythologiques,” his four-volume work about the structure of native mythology in the Americas, attempts nothing less than an interpretation of the world of culture and custom, shaped by analysis of several hundred myths of little-known tribes and traditions. The volumes — “The Raw and the Cooked,” “From Honey to Ashes,” “The Origin of Table Manners” and “The Naked Man,” published from 1964 to 1971 — challenge the reader with their complex interweaving of theme and detail.

In his analysis of myth and culture, Mr. Lévi-Strauss might contrast imagery of monkeys and jaguars; consider the differences in meaning of roasted and boiled food (cannibals, he suggested, tended to boil their friends and roast their enemies); and establish connections between weird mythological tales and ornate laws of marriage and kinship.

Many of his books include diagrams that look like maps of interstellar geometry, formulas that evoke mathematical techniques, and black-and-white photographs of scarified faces and exotic ritual that he made during his field work.

‘The Savage Mind’

His interpretations of North and South American myths were pivotal in changing Western thinking about so-called primitive societies. He began challenging the conventional wisdom about them shortly after beginning his anthropological research in the 1930s — an experience that became the basis of an acclaimed 1955 book, “Tristes Tropiques,” a sort of anthropological meditation based on his travels in Brazil and elsewhere.

The accepted view held that primitive societies were intellectually unimaginative and temperamentally irrational, basing their approaches to life and religion on the satisfaction of urgent needs for food, clothing and shelter.

Mr. Lévi-Strauss rescued his subjects from this limited perspective. Beginning with the Caduveo and Bororo tribes in the Mato Grosso region of Brazil, where he did his first and primary fieldwork, he found among them a dogged quest not just to satisfy material needs but also to understand origins, a sophisticated logic that governed even the most bizarre myths, and an implicit sense of order and design, even among tribes who practiced ruthless warfare.

His work elevated the status of “the savage mind,” a phrase that became the English title of one of his most forceful surveys, “La Pensée Sauvage” (1962).

“The thirst for objective knowledge,” he wrote, “is one of the most neglected aspects of the thought of people we call ‘primitive.’ ”

The world of primitive tribes was fast disappearing. From 1900 to 1950, more than 90 tribes and 15 languages had disappeared in Brazil alone. This was another of Mr. Lévi-Strauss’s recurring themes. He worried about the growth of a “mass civilization,” of a modern “monoculture.” He sometimes expressed exasperated self-disgust with the West and its “own filth, thrown in the face of mankind.”

In this seeming elevation of the savage mind and denigration of Western modernity, he was writing within the tradition of French Romanticism, inspired by the 18th-century philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau, whom Mr. Lévi-Strauss revered. It was a view that helped build Mr. Lévi-Strauss’s public reputation in the era of countercultural romanticism in the 1960s and ’70s.

But such simplified romanticism, and the cultural relativism that developed in later decades, was also a distortion of his ideas. For Mr. Lévi-Strauss, the savage was not intrinsically noble or in any way “closer to nature.” Mr. Lévi-Strauss was withering, for example, when describing the Caduveo, whom he portrayed as a tribe so in rebellion against nature — and thus doomed — that it even shunned procreation, choosing to “reproduce” by abducting children from enemy tribes.

His descriptions of North and South American Indian tribes bear little relation to the sentimental and pastoral clichés that have become commonplace. Mr. Lévi-Strauss also made sharp distinctions between the primitive and the modern, focusing on the development of writing and historical awareness. It was an awareness of history, in his view, that allowed the development of science and the evolution and expansion of the West. But he worried about the fate of the West. It was, he wrote in The New York Review of Books, “allowing itself to forget or destroy its own heritage.” With the fading of myth’s power in the modern West, he also suggested that music had taken on myth’s function. Music, he argued, had the ability to suggest, with primal narrative power, the conflicting forces and ideas that lie at the foundation of society.

But Mr. Lévi-Strauss rejected Rousseau’s idea that humankind’s problems derive from society’s distortions of nature. In his view, there is no alternative to such distortions. Each society must shape itself out of nature’s raw material, he believed, with law and reason as the essential tools. This application of reason, he argued, created universals that could be found across all cultures and times. He became known as a structuralist because of his conviction that a structural unity underlies all of humanity’s mythmaking, and he showed how those universal motifs played out in societies, even in the ways a village was laid out.

For Mr. Lévi-Strauss, every culture’s mythology was built around oppositions: hot and cold, raw and cooked, animal and human. And it is through these opposing “binary” concepts, he said, that humanity makes sense of the world.

This was quite different from what most anthropologists had been concerned with. Anthropology had traditionally sought to disclose differences among cultures rather than discovering universals. It had been preoccupied not with abstract ideas but with the particularities of rituals and customs, collecting and cataloguing them.

Mr. Lévi-Strauss’s “structural” approach, seeking universals about the human mind, cut against that notion of anthropology. He did not try to determine the various purposes served by a society’s practices and rituals. He was never interested in the kind of fieldwork that anthropologists of a later generation, like Clifford Geertz, took on, closely observing and analyzing a society as if from the inside. (He began “Tristes Tropiques” with the statement “I hate traveling and explorers.”)

Ideas That Shook His Field

To his mind, as he wrote in “The Raw and the Cooked,” translated from “Le Cru et le Cuit” (1964), he had taken “ethnographic research in the direction of psychology, logic and philosophy.”

In radio talks for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation in 1977 (published as “Myth and Meaning: Cracking the Code of Culture”), Mr. Lévi-Strauss demonstrated how a structural examination of myth might proceed. He cited a report that in 17th-century Peru, when the weather became exceedingly cold, a priest would summon all those who had been born feet first, or who had a harelip, or who were twins. They were accused of being responsible for the weather and were ordered to repent. But why these groups? Why harelips and twins?

Mr. Lévi-Strauss cited a series of North American myths that associate twins with opposing natural forces: threat and promise, danger and expectation. One myth, for example, includes a magical hare, a rabbit, whose nose is split in a fight, resulting, literally, in a harelip, suggesting an incipient twinness. With his injunctions, the Peruvian priest seemed aware of associations between cosmic disorder and the latent powers of twins.

Mr. Lévi-Strauss’s ideas shook his field. But his critics were plentiful. They attacked him for ignoring history and geography, using myths from one place and time to help illuminate myths from another, without demonstrating any direct connection or influence.

In an influential critical survey of his work in 1970, the Cambridge University anthropologist Edmund Leach wrote of Mr. Lévi-Strauss: “Even now, despite his immense prestige, the critics among his professional colleagues greatly outnumber the disciples.”

Mr. Leach himself doubted whether Mr. Lévi-Strauss, during his fieldwork in Brazil, could have conversed with “any of his native informants in their native language” or stayed long enough to confirm his first impressions. Some of Mr. Lévi-Strauss’s theoretical arguments, including his explanation of cannibals and their tastes, have been challenged by empirical research.

Mr. Lévi-Strauss conceded that his strength was in his interpretations of what he discovered, and he thought that his critics did not sufficiently credit the cumulative impact of those speculations. “Why not admit it?” he once said to an interviewer, Didier Eribon, in “Conversations With Lévi-Strauss” (1988). “I was fairly quick to discover that I was more a man for the study than for the field.” Claude Lévi-Strauss was born on Nov. 28, 1908, in Brussels to Raymond Lévi-Strauss and the former Emma Levy, who were living in Belgium at the time. He grew up in France, near Versailles, where his grandfather was a rabbi and his father a portrait painter. His great-grandfather Isaac Strauss was a Strasbourg violinist mentioned by Berlioz in his memoirs. As a child, he loved to collect disparate objects and juxtapose them. “I had a passion for exotic curios,” he said in “Conversations.” “My small savings all went to the secondhand shops.” A collection of Jewish antiquities from his family’s collection, he said, was displayed in the Musée de Cluny in Paris; others were looted after France fell to the Nazis in 1940. From 1927 to 1932, Claude obtained degrees in law and philosophy at the University of Paris, then taught in a local high school, the Lycée Janson de Sailly, where his fellow teachers included Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir. He later became a professor of sociology at the French-influenced University of São Paulo in Brazil.

A Taste for Adventure

Determined to become an anthropologist, he began making trips into the country’s interior, accompanied by his wife, Dina Dreyfus, whom he married in 1932. “I was envisaging a way of reconciling my professional education with my taste for adventure,” he said in “Conversations,” adding: “I felt I was reliving the adventures of the first 16th-century explorers.”

His marriage to Ms. Dreyfus ended in divorce, as did a subsequent marriage, in 1946, to Rose-Marie Ullmo, with whom he had his son Laurent. In 1954 he married Monique Roman, and they, too, had a son, Matthieu. Besides Laurent, Mr. Lévi-Strauss is survived by his wife and Matthieu as well as by Matthieu’s two sons.

Mr. Lévi-Strauss left teaching in 1937 and devoted himself to fieldwork, returning to France in 1939 for further study. But on the eve of World War II, he was drafted into the French Army to serve as a liaison with British troops. In “Tristes Tropiques,” he writes of his “disorderly retreat” from the Maginot Line after Hitler’s invasion of France, fleeing in cattle trucks, sleeping in “sheep folds.”

In 1941 Mr. Lévi-Strauss was invited to become a visiting professor at the New School for Social Research in New York, with help from the Rockefeller Foundation. He called it “the most fruitful period of my life,” spending time in the reading room of the New York Public Library and befriending the distinguished German-born American anthropologist Franz Boas and the Russian-born linguist (and structuralist) Roman Jakobson.

He also became part of a circle of artists and Surrealists, including Max Ernst, André Breton and Jean-Paul Sartre’s future mistress, Dolorès Vanetti. Ms. Vanetti shared his “passion for objects,” Mr. Lévi-Strauss said in “Conversations,” and the two regularly visited an antique shop in Manhattan that sold artifacts from the Pacific Northwest. The excursions left Mr. Lévi-Strauss with the “impression that all the essentials of humanity’s artistic treasures could be found in New York."

After the war, Mr. Lévi-Strauss was so intent on pursuing his studies in New York that he was given the position of cultural attaché by the French government until 1947. On his return to France, he earned a doctorate in letters from the University of Paris in 1948 and was associate curator at the Musée de l’Homme in Paris in 1948 and 1949. His first major book, “The Elementary Structures of Kinship,” was published in 1949. (Several years later, the jury of the Prix Goncourt, France’s most famous literary award, said that it would have given the prize to “Tristes Tropiques,” his hybrid of memoir and anthropological travelogue, had it been fiction.)

After the Rockefeller Foundation gave the École Pratique des Hautes Études in Paris a grant to create a department of social and economic sciences, Mr. Lévi-Strauss became the school’s director of studies, remaining in the post from 1950 to 1974.

Other positions followed. From 1953 to 1960, he served as secretary general of the International Social Science Council at Unesco. In 1959 he was appointed professor at the Collège de France. He was elected to the French Academy in 1973. By 1960, Mr. Lévi-Strauss had founded L’Homme, a journal modeled on The American Anthropologist.

By the 1980s, structuralism as imagined by Mr. Lévi-Strauss had been displaced by French thinkers who became known as poststructuralists: writers like Michel Foucault, Roland Barthes and Jacques Derrida. They rejected the idea of timeless universals and argued that history and experience were far more important in shaping human consciousness than universal laws.

“French society, and especially Parisian, is gluttonous,” Mr. Lévi-Strauss responded. “Every five years or so, it needs to stuff something new in its mouth. And so five years ago it was structuralism, and now it is something else. I practically don’t dare use the word ‘structuralist’ anymore, since it has been so badly deformed. I am certainly not the father of structuralism.”

But Mr. Lévi-Strauss’s version of structuralism may end up surviving poststructuralism, just as he survived most of its proponents. His monumental work “Mythologiques” may even ensure his legacy, as a creator of mythologies if not their explicator.

The final volume ends by suggesting that the logic of mythology is so powerful that myths almost have a life independent from the peoples who tell them. In his view, myths speak through the medium of humanity and become, in turn, the tools with which humanity comes to terms with the world’s greatest mystery: the possibility of not being, the burden of mortality.

Nadim Audi contributed reporting from Paris.

Uprising

2009-11-04T08:07:00.002-06:00

"...they will not force us, they will stop degrading us, they will not control us, we will be victorious..." Muse del disco The Resistance.

Tanto me recuerda a Matías y a Luciano y las buenas épocas con Christiane. Me cuesta tanto pensar que ya no los veré pero parece que así tiene que ser. Siento tantas cosas; sigo siendo el punto de energía en ebullición. Les mando buenas vibras y corazón.

El poder dentro de mí. Buenas reflexiones esta mañana sobre la naturaleza de mi fuerza.

Me quedo aqui conmigo tratando de sobrevivir este dolor existencial pensando en el amor.

Manantial

2009-11-03T08:08:00.002-06:00

Me siento como esos lugares en lo más profundo del mar del que surgen toda suerte de sustancias de las profundidades a toda velocidad y con unas temperaturas altísimas. Algunas de las sustancias son desconocidas para la humanidad. Existen varias teorías a mi alrededor que pretenden explicar lo que me está sucediendo. Ninguna me convence. Sólo siento que estoy canalizando una cantidad de sentimientos con una intensidad que casi me mata. Soy sólo una especie de punto de energía en ebullición que se quema, se consume. Me duele todo. Siento tanto. La añoro tanto.

Ay Dolor

2009-09-29T08:40:00.002-05:00

Como fluye la existencia con lentitud aplanadora, implacable. Como un flujo espeso abriendose camino en una vena delgada, en un tubito. Como se deja caer sobre mis hombros, pesada. Menguando mis fuerzas y sensibilidad. Como añoro los momentos felices, como descarto la posibilidad de un futuro auténticamente feliz. Hoy, mañana quien sabe. La impermanencia es real.

Glorious Food

2009-09-29T08:33:00.002-05:00

Restaurante:

Tarry Lodge
18 Mill Street
Port Chester NY 10573

Platillo: Pizza of Guanciale, Black Truffles and Sunny Side Egg

Restaurante:

Marea
240 Central Park South

Platillos: 1. ASTICE-Nova Scotia Lobster, Burrata, Eggplant al Funghetto, Basil.
2. FUSILLI- Red Wine braised Octopus, Bone Marrow.

Restaurante:

Estiatorio Milos
125 West 55th Street

Platillos: 1. Octopus - Sushi-quality Mediterranean octopus, charcoal-broiled, served with revythada from Cerigo Island.
2. Grilled Balata.

A Record Of Life

2009-09-17T08:35:00.001-05:00

Thievery Corporation - Live @ Outside Lands

2009-08-30T23:15:00.001-05:00

Brick Lane - International Trailer

2009-08-30T23:12:00.001-05:00

Song For Caden (Synecdoche, New York)

2009-08-30T23:10:00.001-05:00

Gracias

2009-08-30T23:04:00.003-05:00

Gracias.
Recuerdo llorando como no podia dejar de llorar en tu lecho.
Brotaban lagrimas cristalinas, del mas profundo manantial, de un lugar que existe en mi y que tu desataste.
Despues no se que paso, las complicaciones, las expectativas, los juicios, pero ahi estuvieron esas lagrimas cristalinas traidas a la superficie por ti. Gracias.

Conmovido

2009-08-30T23:00:00.001-05:00

Conmovido por las lagrimas de Tomas.
Bittersweet Symphony le recordo a todos los amigos que se han ido de su escuela y lloro mares
Conmovido por el abrazo de su hermano
Las almas de los ninos son una belleza
Sus sentimientos
La sutileza de su percepcion
Lo delicado de su ser
Lo maravilloso

"ABC" from Jackson 5 cartoon

2009-07-19T21:01:00.001-05:00

Hersúa

2009-07-13T17:35:00.002-05:00

"Los secretos que la vida te revela cuando vives."

"Vivir sin miedo es la única manera de vivir, según yo".

"Condicionamientos. No tengas miedo a nada ni a nadie".

"Aceptate tal y como eres y no eres nada fijo".

"No soy nadie"

"Darse es la única muestra de que tiene"

The Cinematic Orchestra 'Breathe' - Live At The Barbican

2009-07-06T16:41:00.001-05:00

Best Guitar Performance Ever - Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing (live) - Best Part

2009-07-06T13:21:00.001-05:00

mark knopfler and jimmy nail - big river

2009-07-06T13:17:00.001-05:00

Love - John Lennon

2009-07-06T13:14:00.001-05:00

Turning Inwards--La Jugada (en este sentido).

2009-06-30T11:59:00.000-05:00

Turning inwards is not a turning at all. Going inwards is not a going at all. Turning inwards simply means that you have been running after this desire and that, and you have been running and running and you have been coming again and again to frustration.That each desire brings misery, that there is no fulfillment through desire. That you never reach anywhere, that contentment is impossible. Seeing this truth, that running after desires takes you nowhere, you stop. Not that you make any effort to stop. If you make any effort to stop it is again running, in a subtle way. You are still desiring--maybe now it is desirelessness that you desire. If you are making an effort to go in, you are still going out. Any effort can only take you out, outwards. All journeys are outward journeys, there is no inward journey. How can you journey inwards? You are already there, there is no point in going. When going stops, journeying disappears; when desiring is no more clouding your mind, you are in. This is called turning in. But it is not a turning at all, it is simply not going out.

Osho This Very Body The Buddha Chapter 9

Commentary:
The woman in this image has a faint smile on her face. In fact she is just watching the antics of the mind--not judging, not trying to stop them, not identified, just watching as if they were traffic on the road, or ripples on the surface of a pond. And the antics of the mind are slightly amusing, as it jumps up and down and twists this way and that, trying to get your attention and seduce you into the game. To develop the knack of taking a distance from the mind is one of the greatest blessings. It is what meditation is all about really--not chanting a mantra, or repeating an affirmation, but just watching, as if the mind belongs to somebody else. You are ready to take this distance now, and to watch the show without getting caught up in the drama. Indulge yourself in the simple freedom of Turning In whenever you can, and the knack of meditation will grow and deepen in you.

Bohemios

2009-06-29T15:59:00.003-05:00

"Yo soy mi muchacha" E. Alberto
"A falta de fans, tortillas" Bolavsky citado por H. Bravo
"Pensé que el 'cancer del ano' de Farrah Fawcett era el anuncio de un trofeo"--citado por J. Hernandez
David Haro
Bohemios
Bohemios
De aqui soy,
de aquí soy

Michael Jackson performs at the Soul Train 25th Anniversary Award Show

2009-06-28T12:24:00.001-05:00

Los estatutos del hombre (Thiago de Mello, Brasil)

2009-06-28T12:19:00.001-05:00

Fidel, Comes y te vas

2009-06-28T12:13:00.001-05:00

david bowie ground control to major tom

2009-06-15T19:23:00.001-05:00

The Bridge On The River Kwai Trailer--Cinema, Oh Cinema

2009-06-15T19:20:00.001-05:00

Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter - Official Video

2009-05-23T01:10:00.001-05:00

Farewell

2009-05-21T09:06:00.002-05:00

Que encuentres lo que buscas
O dejes de buscar

Buen viaje
Buen trayecto
Buena estancia
Buen camino

Todo eso te deseo

Curb Your Enthusiasm Buys weed

2009-05-18T10:34:00.001-05:00

The Limits Of Control - Official Trailer

2009-05-06T12:27:00.001-05:00

in the mood for love trailer

2009-05-05T19:11:00.001-05:00

Aquellos Ojos Verdes - In the Mood for Love

2009-05-05T19:09:00.001-05:00

Quizás Quizás Quizás - Nat King Cole

2009-05-05T19:08:00.001-05:00

Sans Soleil (Chris Marker)

2009-04-28T13:34:00.001-05:00

la jetée

2009-04-28T13:32:00.001-05:00

This One Goes Out For the One U Love

2009-04-27T00:28:00.001-05:00

A Ti

2009-04-27T00:16:00.002-05:00

A ti te pregunto que quieres?
Que es lo que te falta?
Que quisieras de mi?
De veras, me ayudaria mucho que me explicaras.
Desde un lugar positivo, amoroso, sin resentimientos.
Duele.
Duele.
Duele.

Primer Domingo D. I. (despues de la influenza) DF (tataima del nevado de Toluca); 12:40 de la manana.

Pesadilla

2009-04-23T09:44:00.002-05:00

Mateo cayendo de un paso a desnivel una noche en algún lugar de Estados Unidos.
Su cuerpo yaciendo con una "hoodie" color vino, boca abajo (o boca arriba, no recuerdo).
Yo lo observo desde arriba y veo que está inconsciente y siento que se golpeo la cabeza. Recuerdo que antes de caer estaba jugando.Por alguna razón no puedo bajar a ver que le pasó. Hay alguna imposibilidad para hacerlo.
Después corro a buscar ayuda y como que no transmito la urgencia de la situación. No puedo transmitir la urgencia por una especie de abulia, pena, desidia, y tampoco recibo reacción. Me acuerdo que pienso que el tiempo pasa y que puede haber muerto. Recuerdo que trato de llegar pero me pierdo, no puedo. Recuerdo que ya estoy en otra ciudad de Estados Unidos (Las Vegas o algo así) y sigo sin haber transmitido con urgencia que Mateo cayó y se lastimó y quizá murió. Pesadilla horrenda. Será que Mateo está cayendo y no me acerco. Que será?

Una sensación horrible me apabulla.

Una sensación de incapacidad de amar. De mediocridad. De parálisis.

No sé.

El Amor

2009-04-23T09:43:00.001-05:00

Desencuentro.
Diferencia nítidas.
No basta desearlo.

Family Guy Jaws

2009-04-21T18:16:00.001-05:00

Encore

2009-04-21T09:08:00.003-05:00

Dale con el autojuicio y la angustia.
Dale con la complejidad.
Dale con el uneasiness, el awkardness, anxiety.
Dale con el resentimiento
Dale con el procrastination
Dale con el deseo de autodestruccion
Dale con la auto descalificacion
Dale con el desgano, el cansancio, la debilidad
Dale con todo
Dale con la ausencia de paz
Dale con la presencia de la llamada psique asesina
Dale
Dale
Que sentido tiene la existencia así
Que capacidad tengo para vivir de otra manera?
Me ama realmente? Son palabras huecas, necesidades suyas? Me ve? Me aprecia? Me percibe? Me respeta?
Podré salir de esta sensación?
Podré darle la vuelta a la caja? Salir, meterme a otra o correr en la planicie?
Encontraré mi hogar, mi origen, mi destino?
Siempre viviré con esta sensación de extranjería, ansiosa, inútil, chafa?
Vale la pena trabajar solo para pagar el seguro médico por si algo pasa?
Se le pasará a mis hijos esta enfermedad mía de mi alma? Mejor me alejo?
Será que la ausencia de mi padre me lanzo a este mar oscuro, frio con bestias merodeando en las profundidades?
Será que estoy por salir a la superficie? Vivo?
Será que estoy por morir y caer en el fondo del mar; muerto?
Hay solución?

Ay que cansancio
Ay que cansancio
Energía ven a mí.
Vida, ilumíname.
Orientame
plantate frente a la vida con firmeza
plantate
plantate
buscate
encuentrate

mis miles de agallas y capas me envuelven, ahorcan
sargasos que ondean

Ursula 1000 - Mambo 1000

2009-04-20T20:11:00.001-05:00

3/8 Leonard Cohen: Anthem - O2 Arena

2009-04-16T13:54:00.001-05:00

Stranded In Canton presented by Cinetic

2009-04-01T22:24:00.001-06:00

Set List Concierto Radiohead en México--15 de marzo de 2009

2009-03-19T20:29:00.000-06:00

Setlist
1. 15 Step
2. Airbag
3. There There
4. All I Need
5. Nude
6. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
7. The Gloaming
8. National Anthem
9. Faust Arp
10. No Surprises
11. Jigsaw Falling Into Place
12. Lucky
13. Reckoner
14. Optimistic
15. Idioteque
16. Fake Plastic Trees
17. Bodysnatchers

Pausa 1:
18. Videotape
19. Paranoid Android
20. House of Cards
21. My Iron Lung
22. Street Spirit (fade out)

Pausa 2:
23. Pyramid Song
24.- Just
25. Everything In Its Right Place

Radiohead - Nude (Scotch Mist Version)

2009-03-18T18:32:00.001-06:00

Radiohead - Weird Fishes/Arpeggi (Scotch Mist Version)

2009-03-18T18:30:00.001-06:00

Radiohead - Reckoner (thumbs down version)

2009-03-18T18:28:00.001-06:00

Radiohead - Jigsaw Falling Into Place (thumbs down version)

2009-03-18T18:26:00.001-06:00

Radiohead - All I Need (Official MTV Video)

2009-03-18T18:23:00.001-06:00

RADIOHEAD - Reckoner (official music video)

2009-03-18T18:22:00.001-06:00

RADIOHEAD, RADIOHEAD

2009-03-18T09:01:00.001-06:00

Radiohead. Emotividad. De lo que más me ha conmovido a pesar de la miserable logística del evento.

2009-03-18T09:00:00.000-06:00

LA JORNADA. 17 DE MARZO DE 2009

Abrió el festejo Kraftwerk , el padre de la música electrónica pop, un trozo de historia viva

El de Radiohead, quizá el mejor concierto de la década en el DF

Sueño cumplido para 50 mil espíritus que durante meses cultivaron la esperanza y acamparon por días fuera del Foro Sol

Sorprende al grupo el crecimiento de México en lo cultural

Patricia Peñaloza

La noche del domingo 50 mil espíritus sintieron compartir el que quizá sea el mejor concierto que se haya realizado en el Distrito Federal, al menos durante la década que casi termina. Bajo un cielo despejado convergieron en un solo día los ingleses de Radiohead, una de las bandas de rock más trascendentes y emotivas del último decenio –algo así como el Pink Floyd actual–, y el grupo considerado el padre de la música electrónica pop, como hoy la conocemos: Kraftwerk.

Conjunción excepcional, del ombligo del mundo para el mundo. Torrentes lacrimales, éxtasis sonoro, cerebro activado, cantos hermanados: jugoso racimo, un regalo primaveral a una audiencia hambreada, ganosa.

Sin embargo, dado que Kraftwerk, el cuarteto alemán creado a principios de los años 70, fue anunciado tiempo después de que los boletos para los dos conciertos (antier y ayer) del quinteto de Oxford se agotaron, en una hora con 45 minutos el consentido de la noche fue este último conjunto, creador de un trancazo tras otro, no sólo en cuanto a identificación masiva, sino, sobre todo, en cuanto a nivel musical y creativo.

Comandado por uno de los nerds más encantadores del orbe, Thom Yorke, el grupo más anhelado y solicitado por el público mexicano durante años cristalizó un sueño que para muchos llegó a parecer incumplible: ésos que durante meses cultivaron la esperanza con el blog Radiohead en México; ésos que durante días acamparon en congelación nocturna, a las afueras de las taquillas para comprar sus boletos en noviembre pasado, o quienes hicieron lo mismo desde hace cinco noches para alcanzar buen lugar en la zona general. Ésos que musitaron sílaba tras sílaba. Esos adolescentes que al nacer ya oían a sus papás escuchar tal música cual si nanas infantiles; esos veinteañeros que recién los descubrieron, y los adoraron; esos cincuentones que en dicho quinteto han hallado una continuación de lo que han sido las bandas de rock más grandes del siglo pasado. Ésos para quienes las letras de Radiohead son el espejo doloroso, sardónico y espeluznante del mundo decadente en que vivimos: pocas bandas como ésta para generar identificación con los jóvenes que arrojan tan apocalípticas horas.

Music non stop

Cuando se anunció, en diciembre, que Kraftwerk abriría estos conciertos, la sorpresa fue mucha, pues siendo éste un grupo pionero, dentro del pop, de la concepción musical relacionada con la automatización y alienación del ser humano… ¡Radiohead estaría para abrirle a Kraftwerk y no al revés! Incluso Yorke ha declarado haber querido sonar a tal grupo alemán. De modo que dicha conjunción puede entenderse como un homenaje.

A las 20 horas, comandados por uno de sus integrantes originales, Ralf Hütter (Florian Scheneider, el otro fundador, no vino ahora, a diferencia de su actuación previa en México, en 2004), enfundados en negro, y aparentemente robotizados, como se han presentado desde los años 70, en que eran vanguardia absoluta, jugaron con sus laptops sobre pedestales, movimientos mínimos, en medio de los visuales en pantallas que los han hecho famosos y han inspirado a tantos, Daft Punk incluido. Tocaron diez temas representativos: Machine man, Computer World, Autobahn, The Model, Showroom dummies, Radioactivity, Trans Europe Express, Boing Boom Chack y The Robots, canción en que los cuatro fueron sustituidos por robots de movimientos sincronizados. Cerraron, en pantallas y sonidos, con la frase más emblemática de su carrera: Music non stop. Una maravilla. Un trozo de historia en vivo, a pesar de que muchos desconocían lo que veían: ¿Quiénes son esos, eh? ¿Por qué los pusieron para abrir? Aunque la mayoría los escuchó y aplaudió respetuosamente.

Tom Yorke en la noche apocalíptica en el Foro SolFoto Chava Rock

Jonny GreenwoodFoto Fernando Aceves

En arcoiris

Media hora después, mientras los nervios crecían, las olas en el público se multiplicaban, el cambio de escenario entre banda y banda fue rápido y preciso. Una maquinaria cuasi perfecta. Difícil de creer, dado que el espectáculo que se avecinaba sería impresionante. Exigencia y disciplina: palabras claves en Radiohead.

Cuando uno a uno fueron apareciendo en escena, el Foro Sol se desaliñaba, los cuerpos dejaron de estar en su sitio, la materia se expandió y las almas se hicieron un conglomerado de 8 notas y sus respectivos semitonos desconcertantes. El llamado comenzó con el sonido de la insustituible Telecaster de Jonny Greenwood (guitarra principal); los tambores exactos, sin rebote ni embarres, personales, potentes, de Phil Selway; el bajeo hipnótico, así como los ánimos y gritos de aliento en escenario de Colin Greenwood, hermano del primero; de las decenas de guitarras armónicas, pedales mil y coros cálidos de Edward O’Brien. Y por supuesto, del lánguido y contagioso canto de Yorke, al frente, solo, con guitarra acústica en mano o al piano de pared. La impecable sonorización permitió percibir cada rasgueo, cada inflexión, cada aliento, cada roce… incluso cada latido.

El rezo, el rosario, que no pararía por dos horas y media, es decir, 25 canciones después, se sintió cortito. El repertorio fue pródigo en temas del In Rainbows (2007), ese álbum que casi regalaron por Internet, lo que para muchos nostálgicos quitó espacio a clásicos de discos previos. Pero era imposible resumir 15 años en tan poco tiempo. Así, de tal disco, quizá su más íntimo, amoroso y delicado, desfilaron: 15 step y las hermosas House of cards, Arpeggi y Nude, entre otras.

El segundo tema de la noche, Airbag, del OK Computer (1997), considerado por especialistas el mejor disco de los años 90 (al lado del Nevermind, de Nirvana), desarmó piernas con sus imágenes futuristas, terribles, conmovedoras, sus sonidos irregulares; la dupla vino unas 17 canciones despúes, con esa maravilla llamada Paranoid Android, quizá el momento más alto de un concierto que se mantuvo rumbo al infinito y más allá, de inicio a fin.

Guitarras estridentes sin llegar al ruido, voces melancólicas, evocadoras de tristeza y redención, teclados deslavados y extraterrestres, guitarras chillantes mediante un arco, se fueron robando el pulso de cada asistente.

Yorke, que ríe pocas veces en sus conciertos, se hallaba sonriente, efectuando cada tanto reverencias cual de alabanza a un público la mar de entregado. Yorke tenía en mente, mientras lo hacía, información sobre aquellos a quienes tenía enfrente: un día antes, por la mañana, hospedado en el Condesa DF, el grupo se mostró sorprendido de saber que, para tocar en México, ya no sólo son opciones Ojo de Agua o bares pequeños como La Diabla; se mostraron maravillados por el crecimiento que ha tenido México en lo cultural (así lo expresaron) y atónitos al saber en cuánto tiempo se habían agotado los boletos, y que había gente acampando días atrás. De modo que en playera azul simple, y jeans, Yorke y su ojito gacho correspondían a tanto amor, debajo de una escenografía hecha de grandes tubos de neón en vertical, cual si un bosque luminoso, colgante, cuyos juegos y cambios, al lado de sus alucinantes composiciones, cambios frenéticos de ritmo y sentimientos, se volvían una conjunción sensorial y musical indescriptibles.

La cannabis rolaba en exceso, mas no era necesario, pues ante tal maestría ya nadie pudo tener los pies sobre la tierra.

Sin embargo, entre ojos rojos y corazones latiendo a mil, la gente se retiró extasiada, incrédula, deseosa de más y más.

2009-03-18T08:57:00.001-06:00

RADIOHEAD MEXICO 2009 NO SURPRISES

2009-03-18T08:49:00.001-06:00

paranod android, radiohead mexico

2009-03-17T08:26:00.001-06:00

radiohead - anyone can play guitar- mexico 1994 / CONFIRMADO MARZO 2009 EN MEXICO!!

2009-03-17T08:23:00.001-06:00

Slumdog Millionaire Film Clip - The Boys On A Train

2009-03-11T22:40:00.001-06:00

Los Rolling Stompers -

2009-03-02T19:26:00.001-06:00

Letterman - Farewell Tribute to Great Moments in Presidential Speeches

2009-03-02T17:10:00.001-06:00

The Choice I've Made: Face the Challenge and Grow

2009-02-27T12:37:00.000-06:00

8. Courage

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Courage

The seed cannot know what is going to happen, the seed has never known the flower. And the seed cannot even believe that he has the potentiality to become a beautiful flower. Long is the journey, and it is always safer not to go on that journey because unknown is the path, nothing is guaranteed.

Nothing can be guaranteed. Thousand and one are the hazards of the journey, many are the pitfalls - and the seed is secure, hidden inside a hard core. But the seed tries, it makes an effort; it drops the hard shell which is its security, it starts moving. Immediately the fight starts: the struggle with the soil, with the stones, with the rocks. And the seed was very hard and the sprout will be very, very soft and dangers will be many.

There was no danger for the seed, the seed could have survived for millennia, but for the sprout many are the dangers. But the sprout starts towards the unknown, towards the sun, towards the source of light, not knowing where, not knowing why. Great is the cross to be carried, but a dream possesses the seed and the seed moves.

The same is the path for man. It is arduous. Much courage will be needed.

Osho Dang Dang Doko Dang Chapter 4

Commentary:
This card shows a small wildflower that has met the challenge of the rocks and stones in its path to emerge into the light of day. Surrounded by an aura of bright golden light, it exposes the majesty of its tiny self. Unashamed, it is equal to the brightest sun.

When we are faced with a very difficult situation we have a choice: we can either be resentful, and try to find somebody or something to blame for the hardships, or we can face the challenge and grow.

The flower shows us the way, as its passion for life leads it out of the darkness and into the light. There is no point fighting against the challenges of life, or trying to avoid or deny them. They are there, and if the seed is to become the flower we must go through them. Be courageous enough to grow into the flower you are meant to be.

Copyright © 2009 Osho International Foundation

Nosferatu 1922- F. W. Murnau

2009-02-25T12:46:00.001-06:00

Graham Chapman's funeral

2009-02-24T18:34:00.001-06:00

Oración por Mateo

2009-02-19T08:48:00.002-06:00

Acercarme a tí y manifestarte mi amor.
Evitar juzgarte y atemorizarte.
Apoyar el desarrollo y florecimiento de tu divino ser.
Orientarte.
Dejar de proyectar lo peor de mi en tí
Proyectar lo mejor de mi en tí.
Amarte.
Sangre de mi sangre. Amor de mi amor. Mateo
Soy tu raiz, quiero nutrirte.

New Vision

2009-02-19T08:46:00.001-06:00

When you open up to the ultimate, immediately it pours into you. You are no longer an ordinary human being - you have transcended. Your insight has become the insight of the whole existence. Now you are no longer separate - you have found your roots.

Otherwise, ordinarily, everybody is moving without roots, not knowing from where their heart goes on receiving energy, not knowing who goes on breathing in them, not knowing the life juice that is running inside them. It is not the body, it is not the mind - it is something transcendental to all duality, that is called bhagavat - the bhagavat in the ten directions ....

Your inner being, when it opens, first experiences two directions: the height, the depth. And then slowly, slowly, as this becomes your established situation, you start looking around, spreading into all other eight directions. And once you have attained to the point where your height and your depth meet, then you can look around to the very circumference of the universe. Then your consciousness starts unfolding in all ten directions, but the road has been one.

Osho Zen: The Diamond Thunderbolt Chapter 9

Commentary:

The figure on this card is being born anew, emerging from his earthbound roots and growing wings to fly into the unbounded. The geometric shapes around the body of the figure show the many dimensions of life simultaneously available to him. The square represents the physical, the manifest, the known. The circle represents the unmanifest, the spirit, pure space. And the triangle symbolizes the threefold nature of the universe: manifest, unmanifest, and the human being who contains both.

Now you are presented with an opportunity to see life in all its dimensions, from the depths to the heights. They exist together, and when we come to know from experience that the dark and the difficult are needed as much as the light and easy, then we begin to have a very different perspective on the world. By allowing all of life's colors to penetrate us, we become more integrated.

Copyright © 2009 Osho International Foundation

Poema de Amor

2009-02-18T09:09:00.001-06:00

Lesson 3 - Double Dee and Steinski Live - 2002

2009-02-17T10:54:00.001-06:00

La Caída del Muro

2009-02-17T10:19:00.000-06:00

"No words to say
No words to convey
This feeling inside I have for you

Deep in my heart
Safe from the guards
Of intellect and reason
Leaving me at a loss
For words to express my feelings

Deep in my heart
Deep in my heart
Look at me losing control
Thinking I had a hold
But with feelings this strong
I'm no longer the master
Of my emotions"

Tracy Chapman

Las múltiples facetas

2009-02-17T10:14:00.002-06:00

"Everything"

I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it's going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes

I am the wisest woman you've ever met.
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen
And you've never met anyone
Who's as positive as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here

I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting
And you've never met anyone as,
As closed down as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here

What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go

I'm the funniest woman that you've ever known
I'm the dullest woman that you've ever known
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known
And you've never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes

You see everything (you see everything), you see every part (you see every part )
You see all my light (you see all my light) and you love my dark (and you love my dark )
You dig everything (you dig everything) of which I'm ashamed (of which I'm ashamed)
There's not anything (there's not anything) to which you can't relate (to which you can't relate)
And you're still here

(You see everything, you see every part)
And you're still here
(You see all my light and you love my dark)
And you're still here
(You dig everything of which I'm ashamed)
(There's not anything to which you can't relate)
And you're still here..."

Alanis Morissette

M.I.A. PAPER PLANES official video

2009-02-11T18:21:00.001-06:00

Notas

2009-02-10T20:32:00.001-06:00

1. Guachimontones.
2. Civilizacion perdida.
3. Astronautas.
4. Llegada.
5. Entrada.
6. Puerta.
7. Absurdo.
8. Detenerse y admirar el derredor con asombro cauteloso.
9. Ritmo.
10. Down-tempo.

Ya

2009-02-05T09:45:00.002-06:00

Este pais ya no puede mas
Los políticos que pretenden
La izquierda pretende inspirar pero roba, engaña, se jutifica.
La derecha llegó al poder y se incorporó a los valores sin luchar.
El PRI sigue igual o peor y volverá al poder.
Camino las calles y siento pobreza, desigualdad.
Salgo de mi ciudad y más miseria percibo.
Miseria pero gente buena se siente
que pasa.
tenemos que hacer algo
tenemos que conectar los que sentimos esto.
tenemos que hacer algo
tenemos que crear algo desde afuera de este sistema.
algo.

Subversión

2009-02-05T09:34:00.000-06:00

Ganas de expresar hartazgo con este sistema. Esta manera de vivir este país. Este orden. Estos valores. Este abuso. Esta violencia. Esta desigualdad. Esta ignorancia de lo importante. Este desdén hacia lo primitivo. Ganas de escribir. Cantar. Incendiar. Ganas de orientar el fuego hacia lo jodido para revelar lo nuevo, lo posible , lo real. El niño mimado, consentido, aprovechado, que se hizo víctima para sobrevivir creyéndose diferente, especial, moral, pero sólo para justificar su pasividad, su jodidez. Pero existo. Existe el fuego dentro de mí. Existe la energía. Las ganas. La necesidad. La voluntad. La importancia personal se desvanece y se presenta la energía incandescente, desnuda, primitiva, simple, fuerza bruta. El amor, estar, ser y ver. La necesidad ya no es de manejar mi culpa pretendiendo ser diferente sino presentarme ante mi entorno conectado con mi fuerza trazando mi camino hacia adelante guiado por mi voluntad y mi corazon. Mis hijos son fuente de amor, no de preocupación. No quiero transmitirles debilidad, miedo. Quiero transmitirles amor, fuerza, CONFIANZA en el universo, solidaridad, amor. Ganas de subvertir, de propagar, de incendiar aquello que no sirve, que engaña, que perpetúa la visión jodida de la existencia. De aqui soy, de México, de aquí.

Asian Dub Foundation - Real Great Britain

2009-02-05T09:32:00.001-06:00

Beirut - nantes

2009-01-28T08:59:00.001-06:00

Barren

2009-01-28T08:50:00.002-06:00

Barren waves
Barren solitude
Barren green
Barren solace
Barren queen

Green tropical leaves
Storm raging inward
Light gazing outward
A sentient being watching, feeling
A sentient being
A point of view
Barren observatory
Barren membrane

Barren outward
Fertile inward

outword
inword

is

Crisis

2009-01-28T08:44:00.003-06:00

El niño mimado comodino que de pronto se encuentra en un escenario negativo sin el cobijo del mimo. El miedo que subyace en el niño mimado pero también una especie de burla, de desenfado, de irresponsabilidad difrutada en el rincón. El descubrir el enojo hacia los facilitadores de mi comodidad. La sensación de locura por la falta de palabras. Los hechos hablan. El descubrimiento de otra dimensión, la creadora, la fértil desenmarañdose de la pasiva, la infértil, "barren". El desenfunde del velo autoimpuesto pero atribuido al otro. El mil máscaras. El amor gobierna. La crisis revela lo real y me expone frente a los misterios de la existencia, al flujo de las emociones negativas y el poder extralimitado de mi psique. Flujo. Flujo. Un punto de vista. Un ojito que ve y siente enmedio de un huracán.

El Horror del Pozolero

2009-01-26T09:21:00.001-06:00

La degradación, el horror.
La mirada del ignorante cuyo corazón ha sido contaminado por el dinero y la vorágine. Los ojos vacíos, sin brillo, ciegos, sin ver, sin sentir. La vida maldita del pervertido.

Gael Garcia Bernal - Quiero Que Me Quieras

2009-01-21T09:51:00.001-06:00

Family Guy - Over

2009-01-13T13:14:00.001-06:00

Barry Gibb Rides a Roller Coaster

2009-01-07T19:24:00.001-06:00

Dejá Vu All Over Again

2008-12-15T14:54:00.002-06:00

Dejá Vu all over again. A aguantar y ver p'alante.

George Bush shoe attack

2008-12-15T14:46:00.001-06:00

Afuera

2008-12-12T08:14:00.002-06:00

Afuera muere un país. Afuera nace un país. Los jóvenes griegos ya empezaron la empresa. La muerte de una niña mexicana secuestrada por mexicanos es para mí suficiente para dejar a un lado la lucha por la seguridad financiera e iniciar la lucha por la justicia y el amor.

No sé

2008-12-12T07:59:00.002-06:00

No sé. No sé explicar como me siento. Es como una sensación aplastante, sin bordes. Espero ir vislumbrándola, viéndole los bordes, las fronteras. Sigo en shock, de alguna manera. Cómo terminan las historias de amor. Cómo de pronto se vuelven sobre sí mismas, con violencia. Como de pronto los proyectos mueren por cuestiones internas, no manifestadas, de los protagonistas; de los protagonistas y no del proyecto. Como se gestan venenos que de pronto se garrapatean en la tela hurdida dulcemente entre dos y acaban por destruirla. Mi primer amor. Mi primer amor. El dolor de la pérdida del primer amor.