I love this clip

http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=8jVCOumbXdU

¿Israel?

No, Katmandú (Nepal).

Luz de Israel

It is easy understanding why women use to go to the Army in IsSrael: they want to keep their fredom, and they are ready to defend it with weapons and, if necessary, with their lifes. Did you know that the same Israel Independence Day (194 it was invaded by armies caming from four close countries: Syria, Jordan, Iraq and Egypt? Since then, Israel has tried to be invaded twice again. So, Who arer the agressors? Iraq also tried to build a nuclear reactor to destroy this little jewish country.

hava nagila

But see this too

Animal Farm in Yidcore key

Well, I have found yhis video and I have been talking about it for a long. Really I dislike this sort of politics rethoric because I think it hasn’t to do with democracy or emancipation from one power matching style but, rather, with the sustitution of one community for another in the excersise of the same way of mathing the power. The real diferencie here is not between dictatorship or democracy but between they and us. Just lile it happens in nationalistic politic philosophy. Maybe I’m coming back to this topic soon.

Well, besides, I hop you christians have a nice chritsmas.

Halloween 07

Here are some pics of last Halloween in Israel:

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W.H. Auden: SEPTEMBER 1, 1939

This poem was writen by Auden in September 1, 1939, after knowing that Germany had just attacked Poland. Be aware of his words on Luther.

SEPTEMBER 1, 1939
W.H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism’s face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
‘I will be true to the wife,
I’ll concentrate more on my work,’
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

Memory is individual

Amos Funkenstein (cited here):

(…) memory can only be realized by an individual who (…) remembers. Just as a nation cannot eat or dance, neither can it speak or remember. Remembering is a mental act, and therefore it is absolutely and completely personal.

Antisemitism for children

This is de authentic palestianian TV. On it you can hear three years children saying that Jews are dogs, and calling for martyrdom. Shit!

Yehuda Amijai

Traducción al español de algunos fragmentos de la poesía de Yehuda Amijai, probablemente el principal poeta del Israel moderno.

En Israel no tenemos soldados desconocidos
no tenemos una tumba del soldado desconocido,
quien desee depositar un ramo de flores,
deberá deshacer su ofrenda en innumerables pétalos
desmenuzados y multiplicados
y dispersarlos
Todos los muertos retornan a sus hogares
y todos tienen nombre.

******

El hombre en su vida no tiene tiempo de tener
tiempo para todo
Y no tiene el tiempo de tener el tiempo para todo afán
El Eclesiastés no tuvo razón cuando dijo aquello.
Un hombre tiene que odiar y amar a la vez:
con los mismos ojos amar y con los mismos reírse,
con la misma mano arrojar piedras y con las mismas recogerlas,
hacer el amor en la guerra y la guerra en el amor.
Y aborrecer y perdonar y recodar y olvidar
y ordenar y confundir y comer y digerir
Lo que una larga historia hace en muchísimos años.
El hombre en su vida no tiene tiempo
cuando pierde, busca
cuando encuentra, olvida
cuando olvida, ama
y cuando ama, comienza a olvidar.

*******

Soy racista de la paz:
gente de ojos azules asesina,
gente de ojos negros mata,
gente de pelo rizado destruye,
gente de pelo liso dinamita,
gente de piel morena desgarra mi carne,
gente de piel rosada derrama mi sangre.
Sólo los carentes de color, sólo los transparentes son buenos
porque me dejan dormir por la noche sin temor
y ver a través de ellos el cielo.

*********

Tiran piedras, me tiran piedras
en 1936, en 1938, en 1948 y en 1988,
semitas tiran contra semitas
y antisemitas contra antisemitas
tiran los malvados y tiran los justos,
tiran los pecadores y tiran los tentadores,
tiran los geólogos y tiran los teólogos
tiran los arqueólogos y tiran los pandilleros
tiran piedras los riñones y tira la vesícula,
el pasado tira piedras al futuro
y caen en el presente
Piedras de llanto y piedras de risa
incluso Dios en la Biblia tiraba piedras.
Y Herodes tiró piedras y le salió un templo.
Por favor no tiréis mas piedras
vosotros movéis esta tierra,
la tierra sagrada, entera, abierta,
vosotros la movéis contra el mar
y el mar no la quiere
el mar dice: no me pertenece.
tirad piedras blandas, terrones que endulcen
tirad arena de playa
tirad arcilla del desierto, tirad papel
tirad polvo, tirad viento,
tirad aliento, tirad la nada
hasta que se cansen las manos
y se canse la guerra
y se canse incluso la paz, y exista.

************

No sé si la historia vuelve
pero sé que tú… no.

Recuerdo que la ciudad estaba dividida
no sólo entre judíos y árabes
sino entre tú y yo
cuando estábamos juntos en ella

Hicimos un útero con los peligros,
construimos una casa con la guerra que mata,
como la gente del norte lejano
construye una casa protectora y cálida
con el hielo que mata.

La ciudad se volvió a unir
pero ya no estábamos juntos en ella.
Ahora ya sé que la historia no vuelve,
como siempre supe que tú… no.

******

Dentro de un museo moderno
una sinagoga antigua.
Dentro de la sinagoga
yo.
Dentro de mí
mi corazón.
dentro de mi corazón un museo.
Dentro del museo
una sinagoga,
dentro de ella
yo,
dentro de mí
mi corazón,
dentro de mi corazón
un museo.