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oct
16

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Recently I went to see the Escher exhibition in Rome, at Chiostro del Bramante. Go there if you can, it’s a lovely place. And the cafe upstairs has many reserved, discreet niches where you can get down to all kinds of nasty business, mostly undisturbed. Well, that’s what a friend told me.

Escher is very amazing, and has many more things than I ever realized, but one of the self-potraits really hit me. It made me weak in the knees.

Let me explain.

I think that one defining characteristic of human existence is that we are trapped inside our heads. We (whatever “we” are), we are inside our heads, and receive all stimulae indirectly, through our senses. Senses that have this tendency to lie to us. We can’t really trust them. But that’s a tangent. An interesting one but a tangent. (and also, deciding that because senses lie to us al that is worthwhile is pure intellect is silly. You won’t pick up a lot of chicks/dudes that way).

Anyhow, if we accept that we are trapped inside our heads, that we will never, ever be able to enter into true contact with other people because there is that unsurmountable barrier, the skin, if we accept that we will never manage to explain the full extent of what we are… we get to art.

Do you want to know more? Click here. I promise you will find it fascinating.

EDIT: FUUUUUUUCK FUCK FUCK There’s a second part!! And it’s even more mindblowing. HERE.

That’s how I see art, any kind of art. One of it’s primary functions is, precisely, to let the artist express himself, express about himself, in ways that words simply could not reach. Poetry is more than words for that reason, and a painting is more than an image.

Let’s not forget that we are so utterly trapped inside our heads that everything becomes more about us than about external stimulae. It’s like projection in psychology. Because every single stimulae is filtered through our experience, and our reaction is filtered through our experience and our experience is filtered through our experience, what we get from art, from books, from films, from conversations with friends…. are much more about what we are, than about what those things are, “objectively”.

And then a work of art is all about the author, it is a distilled spoonfull of what the author has inside. Given to you so you might know the author a little better. And also, so that the author can get those things (usually burning, unnamed and difficult things) out of his chest/head.

I know there’s a taoist quote exactly about this but I can’t recall it and find it.

With all that big wall 0′ text, you may now look at this painting you already know. And try to see it as I saw it the other day.

 

This is a work of art…. about art itself.

The author, filling the center of the painting, and most of the substantial part of it. Watching the author, and his/her circumstances around him/her

The spectator, suddenly thrown in the position of the artist. Seeing through the eyes of the artist.

Am I making any sense today?
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The croods. ooooooooooooooh the Crudes! Now I get the title.

The croods is a funny cartoon, and you can also read it a a metaphore for adolescence. The girl wants to try new and better things, the dad is bent on being conservative and NOT trying new things. So it goes into a tangent about technology and embracing it, but it’s also about boys and how the dad is protective of his children.  I mean, cool and all.

Two comments:

- Although one could understand it as waxing on the value of adapting to the environment, the film could also be understood to wax about how technology will save us, and that is something I am sceptic about. But I will write about that later, since I was at the Maker Fair of Rome, recently.

- This film has made me realize that films, but specially cartoons, have very, VERY rich world of visual puns that I’d like to talk about at some point. One of them is in the very post about The Croods. You probably got it.

oct
11

The Croods: Metaphorical.

This guy

(From Cinemum.com)

Plays with his monkey.

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oct
07

Ok so….. typical silly thing on FB, what ten books have marked you more profoundly? Here was my answer in case anyone is interested. Ie. No one.

1. El Cuentacuentos // The storyteller  - Salvat ediciones//Cavendish Publishing

I mean…. the very best investment my parents ever did. Probably. I must have spent days, DAYS sitting quietly listening to these. I can do that even now and i’m more than 32 yo. Seriously, every time I have to entertain kids (usually before I roast them) I tell them these stories.

2. “Stranger in the strange land” – Robert A. Heinlein

Much to the chagrin of its author, the book that started the hippy movement. So yeah I’m a dirty hippy I guess.

3.  “Confucius – The secular as sacred” – Herbert Fingarette

Short and to the point. Want to understand what Confucius was about, and why society works the way it works? Read this.

4. “Red Mars(Marte Rojo)” – Kim Stanley Robinson

Don’t do like me and read this when you are a kid. You run the risk of it forming your political thought and stuff.

5. “Tao Te Ching” – Lao Tze

Not that I believe in this one so strongly, but it was my introduction to more abstract philosophical thought.

6. “Hagakure” – Yamamoto Tsunemoto

See above, although in this case it was more an introduction to different cultures, a way of thought that was unknown to me and…. well, even abandoning this book was a useful exercise in thought. And many things from this book remain with me to this day. Specially a form of stoicism.
There is something to be learnt from a rainstorm…

7. “The Handbook of the Warrior of Light (El manual del guerrero de la luz) – Paulo Cohelo

:) Many people hate Cohelo. He’s shallow and sickly sweet sometimes, but come on. He’s a good man. There should be more like him.

8. The biography of Albert Speer // Biografía de Albert Speer

I read this way too young, and probably a number of things were lost to me. But I found it fascinating. My first (and almost only) biography.

9. Staten Island – Arthur Nersesian

This is a novel allright but…… let’s say I know this novel inside and out. We used to have a working relationship.

10. The Dragonlance Series // Serie Dragonlance – Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman

In retrospect it is not that good…. but these novels got me reading in the first place, so hey.

So yeah. Know you know a bit more about that unstoppable whirlwind I carry around over my shoulders at all times.

 

And purely for decoration, the fair city of Sofia, Bulgaria.
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Plazo para morir is an average western, but it’s interesting that it’s about a village under the oppressive thumb of a bank. A Bank of all things. And the hero and his pal end up shooting all the banksters in town. Contemporary references anybody?

Intacto is really one of my favorite movies, because of what it imagines about luck being something you can steal and transfer. You should watch it. Ok, might not be the best movie ever in terms of entertainement, but as you know from reading my silly blog , I really like movies that imagine new things. And this movie does. Also, first Spanish movie ever where some scenes are recorded using a drone camera. Back in 2001, when no one had really heard the word “drone”.

oct
03

Ok so I watched two movies recently, one of them an old friend, the other a new film, both cool.

Plazo para morir: Political

Intacto: Original

So yeah, those are two really, really cool films that I watched. Pero no se si las vais a poder ver, al menos la primera, porque no se si estará doblada en inglés.

The second one, though, has English subtitles and it’s pretty cool. Watch it.

De cinebso.com

Aunque no lo parezca esa pistola está cargada, funciona, el tio va a apretar el gatillo en esa misma posición, sin que el abuelete se mueva, y no va a herir al del pelo blanco. Curioso ¿eh?

Curiously enough the gun is loaded, the gun works, the guy is going to press the trigger in exactly that position, the old man is not going to move out of the way……. and still, the old man is not going to get hurt.

oct
02

Just click here and you’ll understand.

I am taking long to write. But you know, inspiration, creativity, is a fickle thing. But that is not bad. What’s bad is that society today tells us that we have to produce as much as possible, compete as much as possible, raise as much as possible in any hierarchy, earn as much money as possible…. all of that is bullshit. It’s a bunch of lies.

I mean, why should I explain to you something that Bill Patterson has explained better than could even dream to express? Read that frigging comic I posted. Just click on it to get the full version.
All this to say that anyone who is afflicted of the creative impulse suffers (like everyone else) this relentless but subtle pressure to do more, more and more, because otherwise what are you worth? This is just the horrible, capitalistic, neoliberal society in which we live. It’s BS. Reject it. Create when and if you feel like. Just as I do.

And don’t yield to the pressure to conform, and compete, and be the most ruthless shark in the tank. It’s a losing battle, since society influences us much more than we care to admit, and the kind of society that we live in will end up making mosters of all of us.

But do resist. We can’t stop the world, we can’t stop society being shit and getting worse. But there is honor in just holding off another day, and not becoming party to the war amongst the poor, which is what the masters of the world would have.

Listen to Bill. He’s cool.

In the end I just ranted and didn’t mention movies. Oh well. Tomorrow.

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Ya se que tardo en postear. Pero la inspiración, sabeis, es una amante muy voluble. Lo cual no es malo. Lo malo es que la sociedad hoy en dia nos dice que hay que producir lo mas posible, competir a muerte, ascender todo lo que uno pueda, ganar toda la pasta que podamos…  y es todo mentira. Es una sarta de mentiras.

Pero ¿por qué os voy a explicar algo que Bill Patterson, el autor de Calvin y Hobbes, explicó mejor de lo que yo nunca podría explicar?  Mirate la tira comica anda. Pincha y te sale la versión completa.

Todo esto para decir que los que sufrimos del impulso creativo sufrimos (como todos, claro) esta presión sutil y aplastante para trabajar mas, mas y mas, porque sino ¿qué vales? He ahí la horrible sociedad capitalista y neoliberal en la que vivimos. Es una gilipollez. Di que no. Crea cuando, como y si te parece.

Y si puedes, no cedas a la presión de competir, de conformarte, de ser el tiburón mas salvaje de todos. Claro, es una batalla perdida, porque la sociedad nos influye mucho mas de lo que nos gustaría admitir. El tipo de sociedad moderna acabará haciendo de todos nosotros monstruos.

Pero resiste. No podemos pararlo, no podemos evitar que la sociedad sea una mierda y empeore. Pero hay cierto honor en aguantar un día mas sin meternos en la guerra entre los pobres, que es lo que los dueños del mundo querrían.

Escucha al amigo Bill, que mola.

Vaya, a final me he puesto a rajar y no he hablado de pelis. Menuda.
Bueno, mañana. Yavash, Yavash.

Drawing from zenpenzils.com

sep
18

Os lo estabais esperando ¿eh?

Un periodista catalán ha escrito una pequeña crónica del dia del voto, hoy 18 de septiembre, en internet.

Se llama “He visto cosas que vosotros no creeríais“, porque debe ser un frikazo de la hostia. Aqui teneis el artículo en español.

No lo pienso traducir todo, pero algunos extractos merecen la pena. Y claro, cualquiera que esté leyendo esto se dará cuenta que lo escribo en español porque me encanta discutir, la controversia, el debate encendido……. y sobretodo banear gente…..

“He visto voluntarios del si y el no tomar café juntos y desearse suerte. [...] He visto voluntarios del si ir a hacer campaña en los barrios favorables al no y viceversa. [...] Pero no he oido a nadie llamando nazi a nadie. [... ]Y en ningún caso he visto camiones militares o policiales disparando agua contra nadie”

En fin…… vamos a por la polémica: ¿Podemos meter ya a Inglaterra y Escocia en la lista de países mas civilizados que la piel de toro? No porque les den la independencia a los escoceses necesariamente, sino porque con este simple gesto de permitir votar han demostrado que son un país mucho mas avanzado y sobretodo demócrata que otros.

Y nada, decir también que, del tenor de las campañas a favor y en contra, diría que en la pérfida albión no se permiten los insultos, descalificaciones y mentiras constantes que la televisión española se permite hacia Cataluña…. y que en contraste con los medios catalanes, que no insultan pero si desprecian y mienten* la campaña a favor del si no se permitió ataques.

Hala ya lo he dicho. Quitarme del FB o hacer lo que os apetezca.

* Hay una diferencia cualitativa muy grande en cuanto a las burradas que se permiten decir en los medios catalanes. No hay un equivalente catalán de Federico Jimenez Losnazissantos, ni existe interlobotomíaeconomia, ni van diciendo que al sur de Gerona te matan a patadas si hablas catalán.

Ultimas noticias:

Se diría que Escocia ha votado no. Pero eso no quita que yo pueda poner mi canción preferica escocesa cuando me sale del pijo.

To any Scot reading: Dudes, if you secede to then join the EU and then not have your own currency, just that you know, you are idiots and you need someone (even Cameron) to govern you. If you want to know why, read this. And mi article on economics too.

Amigos catalufos: Os aviso que si os salis de la españa cañí para luego iros a la UE, sinceramente, os mereceis que os gobierne Rajoy. Digo.

sep
11
Dylan Tomas. Appropiate for first rule time. Goodbye, you. May a hunter’s moon be with you.

Light breaks where no sun shines

Dylan Thomas, 19141953
Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter’s robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids. 

Light breaks on secret lots, 
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.




ago
31

Short post because I’m in the airport.

You know what? I hate airports and I’m quite stuffed with travelling. Oh well. But on these dark nights when I share red eye train rides with denizens of the irrational night, I tell myself some people have it worse than me.

Meet mr. Yang Kyoungjong. The unluckiest army conscript in history. Or, considering that he surivived, perhaps the luckiest.

Click here.

Ask yourself, what this asian man doing, dressed in a WWII German Uniform and being interrogated by US soldiers?

Machine gun.

(also, and only because of the fact that I am in the airport and have to live, I’ve broken, with this post, one of the internal rules of this blog. Famous people probably expect someone to guess.  I expect no one to care.)

ago
31

I’m on holiday and I’ve spent my afternoon at a terrace that had this on the wall.
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It’s real. Taken from a street and all.

There was beer, jack daniels, lemon, a small pool with jacuzzi, a charming baby and, above all, good friends. You can tell I’m on holiday.

 

 

So I wanted to share two little tidbits of my summer, so you enjoy with me.

1. I remember the fights with my mom I used to have as a teenager about videogames. Nowadays, when I enter home and I find, every time, my mom mulling over the clues of a RPG.

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I can’t help but think this: In the end, I won.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

2. On less happy news, the high school where my dad used to go has lost its graffitti. You see, it had one and it made it a special building.

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It sucks.
Now, I know I have a better picture of this, somewhere…. but for now it will have to do.

 

 

It was a grafitti against tobacco

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So yeah. Hope you are enjoying your holidays too.

ago
28

We don’t get nearly enough guest posts in this blog. Just sayin’.

This one is by LauriGami. Thanks, sis.

I like Sci-Fi. I like a little too much violence. I like not-so-perfect heros, smart, manipulative vilains, unexpected revelations and carefully arranged shots with beautiful colors. “Snowpiercer” has all these ingredients… but sometimes too much of it and sometimes not enough of it – which makes me happy and angry at the same time.

Here it is : I like Sci-Fi. I like a little too much violence. I like not-so-perfect heros, smart, manipulative vilains, unexpected revelations and carefully arranged shots with beautiful colors. "Snowpiercer" has all these ingredients... but sometimes too much of it and sometimes not enough of it - which makes me happy and angry at the same time. One of the other things I usually look for in movies is a good soundtrack. In Snowpiercer, I only remember hearing the melodious cracks and splashes of a variety of weapons cutting through throats and limbs (a post-apocalyptic world where bullets are extinct ? pure genius), and the voice of Ed Harris (who stole my tender teenage heart in "The Rock"). After all, maybe I shouldn't ask for more.   pic1: Our future : some blood, a crowbar and a junkie. pic2: Chris Evans saving humanity, axe in hand.

Here it is, our future: Some blood, a crowbar and a junkie.

One of the other things I usually look for in movies is a good soundtrack.

(Here it is, btw.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Snowpiercer, I only remember hearing the melodious cracks and splashes of a variety of weapons cutting through throats and limbs (a post-apocalyptic world where bullets are extinct ? pure genius), and the voice of Ed Harris (who stole my tender teenage heart in “The Rock”). After all, maybe I shouldn’t ask for more.

Chris Evans saving humanity, axe in hand.

Chris Evans saving humanity, axe in hand.

 

 

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