Armónica Solar

Feb 07 2009

República lasañera

“The famous Italian businessman Gianni Agnelli (now deceased) said in 2001 about the decision of Silvio Berlusconi to run again for Prime Minister: “We are not a banana republic!”. Italy is frequently addressed as Banana Republic because of its enormous Public Debt and because of the widespread corruption affecting public powers.”
Source: Wikipedia

Es cierto, Italia no es una república bananera; es una república lasañera.

Feb 06 2009

Ignoreland

These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v. Them years,
Wrecking all things virtuous and true.
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal
Lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down runoff pool.
They hypnotised the summer, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
Heartless, and labelled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever,
Mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

The information nation took their clues from all the sound-bite gluttons.
Nineteen eighty, eighty-four, eighty-eight, ninety-two too, too.
How to be what you can be, jump jam junking your energies.
How to walk in dignity with throw-up on your shoes
They amplified the autumn, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Calculate the capital, up the republic my skinny ass.
T.V. tells a million lies. The paper’s terrified to report
Anything that isn’t handed on a presidential spoon,
I’m just profoundly frustrated by all this. So, fuck you, man. (Fuck ‘m)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

If they weren’t there we would have created them. Maybe, it’s true,
But I’m resentful all the same. Someone’s got to take the blame.
I know that this is vitriol. No solution, spleen-venting,
But I feel better having screamed. Don’t you?
They desecrated winter, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Capital collateral. Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
Heartless, and labelled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever,
Mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ignoreland (Automatic for the people, R.E.M. 1992)

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Molinos de viento

Luchar contra los molinos de viento no es tan insensato como nos parece. Por fuera son duros e impresionantes, mastodónticos. Pero dentro están huecos, llenos de harina… dúctil, fragmentada, en polvo, resbaladiza.

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While the young folks were having their good times, some of the mothers were giving birth to their babies. Three babies were born in our company that summer. My cousin Emily gave birth to a son in Utah, forty miles north of the Great Salt Lake one morning. But the next morning she traveled on ‘til noon when a stop was made and another child was born — this time Susan Mollmeyer. And they gave the baby the name Alice Nevada.
— Women’s Diaries of the Westward Journey
(Studies in the Life of Women)
Lillian Schlissel
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Niños navajos y huellas de dinosaurio. Hopi Mesa, Arizona.

Niños navajos y huellas de dinosaurio. Hopi Mesa, Arizona.

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El dormir es como un puente
que va del hoy al mañana.
Por debajo, como un sueño,
pasa el agua, pasa el alma.
— Juan Ramón Jiménez
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