Archivos mensuales: septiembre 2011

Pacifistas

It is often claimed that every contemporary ethical dispute is really a debate between Charles Darwin and the Pope. On the one side there is a secular (im)morality which finds it acceptable and desirable ruthlessly to use and sacrifice individuals. On the other, there is Christian morality which asserts that every single human being has […]

27 septiembre 2011 – 0:01 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Ensayo, Libros | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)

Any System

Any system you contrive without us will be brought down We warned you before and nothing that you built has stood Hear it as you lean over you blueprint Hear it as you roll up your sleeve Hear it once again Any system you contrive without us will be brought down You have your drugs […]

26 septiembre 2011 – 23:28 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Poesía | Etiquetado | Comentarios (1)

Obispos

Trout He’s here again. We’re in church. He’s a bishop. He has a long pink forefinger which he Keeps jabbing too close to my right eye. He wears crowblack clothes. I’m all diced up In a new suit myself. Confirmation Day. He opens his mouth, I can see his lips, His teeth off-brown, his tongue […]

25 septiembre 2011 – 1:00 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Poesía | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)

Death penalty

Juror 8: You want to see this boy die because you personally want it, not because of the facts! You’re a sadist! El precepto de la duda razonable -fundamental para un veredicto de culpabilidad- ha quedado violado esta noche, cuando se quitó, de forma legal, la vida a un hombre sobre el que siete testigos, […]

24 septiembre 2011 – 16:26 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Cine, Prensa, Reflexiones varias, Urbanidad | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)

Poem from a Three Year Old

And will the flowers die? And will the people die? And every day do you grow old, do I grow old, no I’m not old, do flowers grow old? Old things – do you throw them out? Do you throw old people out? And how you know a flower that’s old? The petals fall, the […]

24 septiembre 2011 – 15:01 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Poesía | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)

Ateísmo y moral

In the course of the Crusade of King St Louis, Yves le Breton reported how he once encountered an old woman who wandered down the street with a dish full of fire in her right hand and a bowl full of water in her left hand. Asked what she was doing, she answered that with […]

23 septiembre 2011 – 1:18 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Arte, Libros, Reflexiones varias | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)

Always

(Oh friends, .. don’t matter if you’re a man or a woman. If you’re in love  with somebody, these are the words that you got to learn to say. Now  listen carefully. Here it comes…)  I’ll be loving you always  with a love that’s true, always  When the thing you’ve planned  needs my helping hand,  […]

22 septiembre 2011 – 19:52 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Música | Etiquetado, | Comentarios (0)

Comeclose and Sleepnow

it is afterwards and you talk on tiptoe happy to be part of the darkness lips becoming limp a prelude to tiredness. Comeclose and Sleepnow for in the morning when a policeman disguised as the sun creeps into the room and your mother disguised as birds calls from the trees you will put on a […]

20 septiembre 2011 – 23:31 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Poesía | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)

Shall we choose death?

Bertrand Russell BBC Radio, London, 30 December 1954 Bertrand Russell’s claim to be remembered by his history rests on his work in mathematic and symbolic logic and his profound influence on philosophy. Yet he was also constantly involved in political affairs. Russell (1872-1970) was deprived of his fellowship at Trinity College, Cambridge, during the First […]

17 septiembre 2011 – 23:07 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Libros, Reflexiones varias, Urbanidad | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)

The Three Oddest Words

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no nonbeing can hold. Wislawa Szymborska, Poems New and Collected 1957-1997.

17 septiembre 2011 – 20:22 | Por Ilustración digital | Archivado en Poesía | Etiquetado | Comentarios (0)