miércoles, 7 de septiembre de 2016

Conceptualización de belleza (II)

El segundo ensayo dice así:

Es respuesta en lo cotidiano y pregunta en lo perpetuo. Es el resbaladizo puente entre la flor y el campo. Es pureza que se respira y felicidad que ha de venir.

Es el –salvaje- misterio herido que cobra y pierde, sutil, la esencia del perfume que embriaga y desgarra. Es profundo sueño de los sentidos.

Es alma.

Es libertad fundamentada en la pasión, que cruza entre la razón alimentada de amor y el mundo agitado que se equilibra cuando la luz surge en el tímido camino. Es lluvia. A veces cae lenta. A veces rápida.

Es ambrosía del corazón cansado que encienden las sombras libertinas que regresan a la mirada indolente.

Es un venablo que trepa plácido, entre el talento roto y la frágil maestría. Es un triunfo enamorado que comprende los laberintos hechos de sueños. Es un recién nacido.

Es un seno en cuya bruma muda un relámpago dormido. Es un espacio blanco, angosto con zapatos yambos. Es un grito estremecido que engendra –proscrito- la larga fuerza vencida.

Es ayuno suficiente. Es decir “te amo”. Es creer en el alba en una prisión umbría. Es agua en la piedra y en ésta, tiempo que brota de la carne. Es destierro voluntario. Es conquista trémula.

Es armadura contra la voz enmudecida. Es fuente venerada que esconde y enseña la verdadera patria.

Es encaje de un claro de la luna. Es la sombra de la Trinidad. Es un fuego mal extinguido en los abismos que recortan la mirada de unos ojos profundos.

Es solitario turbación que cubre un viento inmóvil. Es el látigo que tortura la sed no saciada.

Es secreto que corre sin tregua. Es un alfiler en una isla. Es, en fin, esa puerta coronada, en la orilla del destino.

Rafael Suárez
Conceptualización de la belleza. Segundo intento.

jueves, 1 de septiembre de 2016

Central Mediterranean: MSF Condemns Attack on Rescue Vessel

On August 17, while conducting search and rescue operations off the Libyan coast, the Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières(MSF) rescue vessel the Bourbon Argos was approached and attacked by a group of armed men onboard an unidentified speedboat, MSF said today, strongly condemning the attack.
 

The predictions have come to pass: Turkey is now in Syria and this is what it means for the Middle East

The Turks don’t want a Kurdish mini-state on their frontier any more than the Syrians want to lose territory to the Kurds
 
Robert Fisk                      
 
How the West would love to believe that Turkey’s army in Syria – all 10 tanks of it – are striking at last at everyone’s enemy, the blood-soaked cult of the “Islamic State”. But few in Syria or Turkey will be fooled. Isis have been sitting in Jerablus for many months; it is the advance of the American-armed Kurdish YPG militia along the Turkish border towards Jerablus that worries Sultan Erdogan.
And yet again as Turkish troops advanced, he bundled up the YPG (People’s Protection Units) – who the Turks believe have connections with the PKK or Kurdistan Workers Party, whom they view as much more dangerous – as “terrorists”, along with Isis. In other words, he’s calling both the anti-Assad Isis and the anti-Isis Kurds the enemies of Turkey (as he did after the suicide bombing of a wedding in Gazientep last weekend), lumping his pet hates together. Only his obsession with Fethullah Gulen, whom he blames for July’s failed coup, has been omitted from his latest “battle” objectives in Syria.
 
Erdogan’s latest ally, Tsar Vladimir, will have no objections. At one blow, Turkey strikes – however feebly – at both Isis and the pro-American Kurdish militia with whose apparatchiks Moscow has remained studiously aloof. The Syrians will know – and surely will have been told – that Putin supports Turkey’s little incursion. They will be in no mood to protest since their own government army was fighting the same Kurdish group in the city of Hassakeh until a ceasefire two days ago. Here, too, the YPG was trying to seize Syrian sovereign territory.
 
Put simply, the YPG is getting too big for its boots. It is using the anti-Isis war to carve out a little homeland inside Syria along the Turkish border and gobbling up as much of Syria as it can before the civil war ends. The Turks don’t want a Kurdish mini-state on their frontier any more than the Syrians want to lose territory to the Kurds. The anti-Assad “Free Syrian Army” is supposed to be among Turkey’s little squadron of armour heading for Jerablus but this is likely to be of little interest to Damascus: Syrian troops have long since ceased to regard the FSA as a serious military force and will not worry if its men wish to “martyr” themselves in this Turkish-run operation.
 

lunes, 29 de agosto de 2016

Crisis and Opportunity

 
The political establishment in the U.S. is rapidly moving toward a crisis of legitimacy as capitalist democracy is exposed as a system of insider dealing where war, manufactured social misery and environmental catastrophe are ever-more-implausibly posed as solutions to their own facts. With growing evidence, as if any more were needed, Democratic frontrunner Hillary Clinton spent her time at as Secretary of State filling the coffers of the Clinton family slush fund, the Clinton Foundation, with the tainted money of special pleaders, despots and global misery mongers as she went about launching wars-of-choice against some fair bit of the planet.
 
While the intersection of commerce and governance— capitalist imperialism, has long been the operating model of America’s leadership class, the pretense of inclusion in the affairs of state through nominal political participation provided a cleansing veil for a citizenry toiling to produce corporate profits in exchange for the modest give-back of living indoors and eating regular meals. More damning than corruption, about which Americans have rarely taken issue as long as they perceived it in their own interest, is clear delineation of class difference, the ‘inside’ from ‘outside’ which the trade in public-private funds of Clinton Foundation donors rendered evident.
 
The precise ratio of insiders to outsiders needed to achieve national political stability through manufactured global instability— the mission of capitalist imperialism, is soft science under the best of circumstances. The global grift-ocracy seen contributing to the Clinton Foundation hardly toiled for its keep outside the tedium of being born into political power. The structure of economic distribution seen through Foundation ‘contributors;’ oil and gas magnates, pharmaceutical and technology entrepreneurs of public largesse, the murder-for-hire industry (military) and various and sundry managers of social decline, makes evident the dissociation of social production from those that produced it.
 
For much of the last century the illusion of social progress sold through the New Deal, the Great Society and more recently through capitalist enterprise ‘freed’ from the bind of social accountability, if not exactly from the need for regular and robust public support, served to hold at bay the perpetual tomorrow of lives lived for the theorized greater good of accumulated self-interest. The Clinton’s special gift to the people— citizens, workers; the human condition as conceived through a filter of manufactured wants to serve the interests of an intellectually, morally and spiritually bankrupt ‘leadership’ class, lies in the social truths revealed by their actions.
 
Being three or more decades in the making, the current political season was never about the candidates except inasmuch as they embody the grotesquely disfigured and depraved condition of the body politic. The ‘consumer choice’ politics of Democrat versus Republican, Hillary Clinton versus Donald Trump, poses the greater-evilism of an ossified political class against the facts of its own creation now in dire need of resolution— wars to end wars, environmental crisis to end environmental crises, economic predation to end economic predation and manufactured social misery to end social misery. Hillary Clinton’s roster of donors is the neoliberal innovation on Richard Nixon’s enemies list— government as a shakedown racket where friend or foe and policies promoted or buried, are determined by ‘donation’ status rather than personal animus.
 
That is most ways conservative Republican Richard Nixon’s actual policies were far Left of those of contemporary Democrats, including Mrs. Clinton, is testament to the ideological mobility of political pragmatism freed from principle. The absurd misdirection that we, the people, are driving this migration is belied by the economic power that correlates 1:1 with the policies put forward and enacted by ‘the people’s representatives’, by the answers that actual human beings give to pollsters when asked and by the ever more conspicuous hold that economic power has over political considerations as evidenced by the roster of pleaders and opportunists granted official sees by the political class in Washington.
 
To state the obvious, dysfunctional ideology— principles that don’t ‘work’ in the sense of promoting broadly conceived public wellbeing, should be dispensable. But this very formulation takes at face value the implausible conceits of unfettered intentions mediated through functional political representation that are so well disproved by entities like the Clinton Foundation. Political ‘pragmatism’ as it is put forward by national Democrats quite closely resembles the principled opposition of Conservative Republicans through unified service to the economic powers-that-be. That Hillary Clinton is the candidate of officialdom links her service to Wall Street to America’s wars of choice to dedicated environmental irresolution as the candidate who ‘gets things done.’
 
As historical analog, the West has seen recurrent episodes of economic imperialism backed by state power; in the parlance, neoliberal globalization, over the last several centuries. The result, in addition to making connected insiders rich as they wield social power over less existentially alienated peoples, has been the not-so-great wars, devastations, impositions and crimes-against-humanity that were the regular occurrences of the twentieth century. The ‘innovation’ of corporatized militarization to this proud tradition is as old as Western imperialism in its conception and as new as nuclear and robotic weapons, mass surveillance and apparently unstoppable environmental devastation in its facts.
Left unstated in the competitive lesser-evilism of Party politics is the incapacity for political resolution in any relevant dimension. Donald Trump is ‘dangerous’ only by overlooking how dangerous the American political leadership has been for the last one and one-half centuries. So the question becomes: dangerous to whom? Without the most murderous military in the world, public institutions like the IMF dedicated to economic subjugation and predatory corporations that wield the ‘free-choices’ of mandated consumption, how dangerous would any politicians really be? And with them, how not-dangerous have liberal Democrats actually been? Candidates for political office are but manifestations of class interests put forward as systemic intent.
 
The complaint that the Greens— Jill Stein and Ajamu Baraka, don’t have an effective political program approximates the claim that existing political and economic arrangements are open to challenge through the electoral process when the process exists to assure that effective challenges don’t arise. The Democrats could have precluded the likelihood of a revolutionary movement, Left or Right, for the next half-century by electing Bernie Sanders and then undermining him to ‘prove’ that challenges to prevailing political economy don’t work. The lack of imagination in running ‘dirty Hillary’ is testament to how large— and fragile, the perceived stakes are. But as how unviable Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are as political leaders becomes apparent— think George W. Bush had he run for office after the economic collapse of 2009 and without the cover of ‘9/11,’ the political possibilities begin to open up.
 
The liberals and progressives in the managerial class who support the status quo and are acting as enforcers to elect Hillary Clinton are but one recession away from being tossed overboard by those they serve within the existing economic order. The premise that the ruling class will always need dedicated servants grants coherent logic and aggregated self-interest that history has disproven time and again. A crude metaphor would be the unintended consequences of capitalist production now aggregating to environmental crisis. Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are both such conspicuously corrupt tools of an intellectually and spiritually bankrupt social order that granting tactical brilliance to their ascendance, or even pragmatism given the point in history and available choices, seems wildly generous. For those looking for a political moment, one is on the way.
 

Conceptualización de belleza


Mientras buceaba ayer,  entorchando el final de estos días de descanso, envuelto en silenciosas corrientes que me mecían en la alfombra -pálida- del fondo marino, fiel y cautivo  en aquel vuelo respiraba, tímidos velos.
 

Más tarde, a medio camino entre el frío y la sonrisa, sentado en las rocas al aliento del Sol que ya era discreto, exprimiendo en mis pupilas aquellas millares de olas que engarzaban mis pensamientos, acudió a mí un nuevo reto, llamémoslo lexicográfico: ¿eres capaz de conceptualizar la belleza? Avergonzado, bajé la cabeza.
 
El primer ensayo dice así:
 
No es necesario caminar en la impresionante Plaza de Campo de Siena, por las numerosas piazzae de Roma o por su Campidoglio para saborear la belleza y dejarse seducir por ella para siempre. Es una forma de sentir. De buscar. Esa actitud de búsqueda, de caminar sin camino, es la que por poner un ejemplo, permite, ironías de la vida, diferenciar un buen trozo de lienzo, con unos pigmentos aglutinados por aceite de una verdadera pintura o para que se entienda más claramente, es esa misma actitud la que diferenció al hijo de Geppetto  de cualquier otro muñeco de madera. Lo mismo sucede con los arrullos de Miguel Hernández, por poner un ejemplo más colorido.
 
Belleza es la absoluta amargura en los surcos y arrugas de El Lector de Holder. Cualquier haiku. El nulo contexto narrativo del pointillé de Vermeer. Un verso de cualquier canto de Childe Harold del forajido y proscrito Byron antes de dar su vida por la causa helvética. La pasión llorada del niño abandonado de Lorca: Eso es hermoso. Cualquier bagatela.  Que uno y uno, sumen tres. El Shelley Memorial, hermoso hasta el dolor. Morrison arengando a las masas y poetizando con la Libertad minutos antes de ser detenido por la Policía por hacer uso de su autodeterminación. Magnifica también la pintada por Delacroix en 1840. Las palabras andantes de Galeano y Las caderas de las mujeres de Toulouse-Lautrec son hermosas. Los pegotes de aceite en los oleos de Van Gogh. Weismüller frente a Kahanamolu allá por 1922. El júbilo de mi perra callejera Sofía Leticia Suarez -a la que abandonaron enferma y postrada- , jugando a pie de playa con las olas mientras el mundo duerme un sábado por la mañana.  La máquina de escribir de L. Anderson. Tierno Galván en la alcaldía de Madrid era hermoso. Leslie Chang lo es. La noche en que El Bosco, allá por 1505 terminó su Jardín de las Delicias.  La controversia de La creación del Mundo de Courbet, es hermosa. El no hay futuro de  los Sex's Pistol's en plena decadencia industrial inglesa. Los cautivos de Buenarroti. Hermosos, muy hermosos.  El beso de Paolo y Francesca del acérrimo Rodin. La dulce pureza que empapa el origen de cada una de las Leaves of Grass de Whitman; todas Les Fleurs du Mal de Baudalaire.  El elegante crepitar del Azul de Rubén Darío lo es. Las lágrimas de la  afligida Elsa Fornero, al anunciar los recortes en las pensiones italianas eran bellas. Absolutamente todas las puertas de William Blake. La certeza de Houellebecq hasta contagiar su falta de aire. Brecht escupiendo y maldiciendo en la puerta de atrás de un mediocre y anodino teatro en el gris Berlín del Este de la extinta RDA. La niebla del Me Nam vista desde las montañas.  Andrew Cotton cabalgando victorioso sobre 23 metros de agua. Don Durito de Lacandona,  lo es y el dolor de alma después de  19 días en la enigmática Selva Lacandona, lo era. Aquella guajira blanca, librando descalza "Guantanamera" en el paseo viejo del malecón de la Habana Vieja al calor de una botella de ron y despachando más allá, a los 50 dólares de un “inglés” que "dice demasiado, cuando se confunde", sin duda lo era. Cualquier secreto de silencio, de cualquier noche, de cualquier Sahara. La mirada de mi sobrino de 9 años, cuando  Mandy Patinkin culpaba  aquello de "Hello. My name is Iñigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die". La Utopía Chomskyana lo es. La mano izquierda de Lucio Uturbia al tender un whisky -de marca totalmente desconocida para un servidor-  todos los primeros de año, soñando -y haciendo soñar- con Cuando nada es mío. La cristalera del centenario reloj de D' Orsay. Ken Saro-Wiva lo era antes de que lo asesinaran. El dramático bigote de Frida Khalo. La Puerta de Babilonia en el Pergamo. Mi viejo violín lo es. El rocío  sumergiendo la silueta de un caracol, mientras come perezoso una hoja de berza en plena Cordillera Cantábrica, en una mañana especialmente solitaria de invierno. El candoroso Løgstrup y su positiva exigencia ética. La primera  rama y la última de Tjikko.  El trabajo de Vicente Navarro sobre el sistema de salud Canadiense. La desobediencia civil de Thoreau.  La Niké. La sutileza del sombrero rojo de Van Doungen. El delirio y la pasión del Desmayarse, atreverse, estar furioso de Lope.

Rafael Suárez
Conceptualización de la belleza.  Primer intento.
 

 
 
 
 

 
 

 

martes, 9 de agosto de 2016

Environmental records shattered as climate change 'plays out before us'

Temperatures, sea levels and carbon dioxide all hit milestones amid extreme weather in 2015, major international ‘state of the climate’ report finds

The world is careening towards an environment never experienced before by humans, with the temperature of the air and oceans breaking records, sea levels reaching historic highs and carbon dioxide surpassing a key milestone, a major international report has found.
 
The “state of the climate” report, led by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (Noaa) with input from hundreds of scientists from 62 countries, confirmed there was a “toppling of several symbolic mileposts” in heat, sea level rise and extreme weather in 2015.
 
“The impacts of climate change are no longer subtle,” Michael Mann, a leading climatologist at Penn State, told the Guardian. “They are playing out before us, in real time. The 2015 numbers drive that home.”

Read more:  https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2016/aug/02/environment-climate-change-records-broken-international-report?CMP=share_btn_tw

The Obama Administration Has Brokered More Weapons Sales Than Any Other Administration Since World War II

When American firms dominate a global market worth more than $70 billion a year, you’d expect to hear about it. Not so with the global arms trade. It’s good for one or two stories a year in the mainstream media, usually when the annual statistics on the state of the business come out.
It’s not that no one writes about aspects of the arms trade. There are occasional pieces that, for example, take note of the impact of US weapons transfers, including cluster bombs, to Saudi Arabia, or of the disastrous dispensation of weaponry to US allies in Syria, or of foreign sales of the costly, controversial F-35 combat aircraft. And once in a while, if a foreign leader meets with the president, US arms sales to his or her country might generate an article or two. But the sheer size of the American arms trade, the politics that drive it, the companies that profit from it, and its devastating global impacts are rarely discussed, much less analyzed in any depth.
 
So here’s a question that’s puzzled me for years (and I’m something of an arms wonk): Why do other major US exports—from Hollywood movies to Midwestern grain shipments to Boeing airliners—garner regular coverage while trends in weapons exports remain in relative obscurity? Are we ashamed of standing essentially alone as the world’s number one arms dealer, or is our Weapons “R” Us role such a commonplace that we take it for granted, like death or taxes?-