Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Greek Bones of Diogenes




Greek, are you in touch with other people? Let say with those who while holding a PhD do not have a job in Greece, where are those jobs? Are they communists just because they are unemployed or underemployed?

Are they responsible for having made an effort and chose to study a long career? What aspects of your life, would you define as your personal responsibility? When that responsibility ends? In your own ass?

Total acceptance of your personal responsibility, could involve more that you really interpret and think. For you as a Greek.

As for me, I am awaiting for your answers but as a good Macedonian, put your hand in your chest and feeling the beats of your heart, understand your "Coram Deo" then, and only then, answer this true call for you real vocation.

This is your servant and your master friend, who is telling you: "Be responsible and do not sleep in your laurels, make a real effort to find the truth but not only over your own thoughts."

First, thanks your good luck and some decisions you could have made so you can wash your hands now, but face your personal responsibility too, and face it under the understanding that you are part of a living society, a great country and more importantly, of a free, humane and democratic learning society: In other words, I am assertively ask you to CHANGE. Wouldn't you?

Respond if you could, and with your own words, please do not cut o copy and paste stuff, that is plagiarism, answer like a man, like Leonidas would have done it or like Diogenes would have responded: "From those bones, I can't tell which ones were from the generals or from the soldiers". CHANGE.

I am not your savior but your servant who is mastering your freedom, but you need to really think harder and harder and harder ...

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

El Mudo Modo



 


By John M. Kennedy


La palabras lo hacen todo; 
te han hecho a ti, 
me han hecho a mí
El mundo es la palabra del universo 

Con las palabras y con el verbo
Ya te han puesto en mi pensamiento 
con las palabras me he olvidado 
de que la vida es de carne 
y a veces de puro hueso. 

Con las palabras nazco
y también anochezco 
y cuando las palabras me dejan 
Ni medito, ni hablo, ni escribo,
ni sueño, ni duermo, ni amanezco 
Con las palabras imagino, como, vivo y pienso
Sin las palabras soy sólo la nada 

y entonces así 
de ese mudo modo
aunque te quiero
sin tus palabras
¡Yo me muero!

John M. Kennedy © All rights reserved @ 2011

Saturday, October 22, 2011

El Nuevo 'Aretefacto': De Los Muchos Un Cuento Sencillo de Andresillo

La Cultura del Arete representada por Camila Vallejo y el Mecanismo Publicitario o Propaganda



¿Ya te contaron el Cuento sencillo de Andresillo?

¿Se Apellida Vallejo? Es Chilena, tiene los ojos algo parecidos con los de Margaret Thatcher, se ha puesto el arete en la nariz como lo hacen los canibales. La retratan y le toman miles de vídeos, como si fuera Lady Gaga, y por último, por una "l" no comparte el nombre totalmente con la Camilla Parker.

Que me pongan la cara de un Mapuche, acepto. Que retraten a un semblante parecido con el de Lautauro o Caupolicán o Lemucaguin, o aunque ya no quedan muchas, que propongan a una Araucana, como Fresia o Paca. Pero no pues que no propugnen a una semi-punk con el apellido de un César para quitarnos también el verdadero Vallejo. No hermano yo no atraco.

Más coherencia con la historia que esto es un "aretefacto" más y de los muchos, un cuento sencillo de Andresillo.

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