quinta-feira, 12 de junho de 2008

"Sarkozy, lecteur de Gramsci" ??? (JS)... novo mundo 38



Nicolas Sarkozy, lecteur de Gramsci
La tentation hégémonique du nouveau pouvoir




Au fond, j'ai fait mienne l'analyse de Gramsci : le pouvoir se gagne par les idées. C'est la première fois qu'un homme de droite assume cette bataille-là.Nicolas Sarkozy, Le Figaro, 17 avril 2007


On A beaucoup commenté le " retour du politique " suscité par la campagne présidentielle de cette année. Curieusement, on n'a pas rapproché ce constat de celui, très comparable, formé à l'issue de la campagne référendaire de 2005 sur la constitution européenne. Pourtant elle avait déjà vu une mobilisation très forte de l'opinion publique et des électeurs, une activité éditoriale intense, et l'on avait souligné également combien l'enjeu avait partagé les familles, les amis, les affinités politiques acquises. Quitte à regretter parfois le résultat du vote, la presse étrangère avait elle aussi jugé positivement cette nouvelle expression de la passion politique des Français : un débat public majeur avait été mené jusqu'à son terme avec, disons, une forme de sérieux collectif plutôt honorable. Des commentaires comparables ont pu être relevés cette année, soulignant la participation électorale massive, le public nombreux mobilisé par les meetings, ou le taux d'écoute lors du débat télévisé entre Royal et Sarkozy.


(....) On ne peut donc qu'être inquiets de la proximité affichée du nouveau pouvoir avec les autres puissances de ce monde -les grandes entreprises et les médias. Cette concentration qui se dessine aujourd'hui n'est pas seulement illibérale politiquement, mais elle est aussi dangereuse au regard des règles du jeu qui émergeront, dans l'économie et les institutions, en réponse aux réformes. Il ne s'agit pas d'une menace directe sur les libertés publiques et la règle démocratique, mais de cette variante d'économie de marché, en principe plus dynamique, qui se formera progressivement si les réformes annoncées aboutissent.

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Les Back
Beaches and graveyards
Europe's haunted borders



"It is more arduous to honour the memory of the nameless than the renowned." The epigram on Walter Benjamin's memorial in Portbou, Catalonia, leads Les Back to reflect on the fate of the African migrants found dead on the coasts of Spain today.



There is a sign at the foot of the hill that leads to Portbou's cliff side cemetery, it reads: "Memorial W. Benjamin" and an arrow directs visitors to the philosopher's grave. Next to this public notice is a "no entry" sign. Benjamin took his own life here in this coastal town on 26 September 1940, after the Spanish border police had ruled that he did not have the appropriate papers to exit Vichy France. His aim was to escape via Lisbon and join other intellectual émigrés like his friend Theodor Adorno in America. In the Hotel de Francia he wrote on a scrap of paper his final message:
In a situation with no escape, I have no other choice but to finish it all. It is in a tiny village in the Pyrenees, where no one knows me, that my life must come to its end.I would ask you to pass on my thoughts to my friend Adorno and to explain to him the situation in which I have now found myself. I no longer have enough time to write all those letters I would dearly have written.[1]Refused entry to Spain and unable to break free of the magnetic field of Nazi Europe Benjamin made what Marshall Berman called a "pre-emptive strike on himself".[2] Like many exiles he carried vials of morphine in case he arrived at just such a moment of hopelessness. The "no entry" sign that sits innocently here is a profane illumination like one of Benjamin's "dialectical images". As it basks in the afterglow of a Catalonian summer, the sign is a reminder of the deadly exit and entry points that were policed in this small innocuous resort town. (...).

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"Why cry?" (CH) ... in novo mundo 37




Why cry

for the wingless spirit bird?

Why cry

for the honeybird?


The king attends a funeral

and dances with his eyebrows,

his naked words

smelling of sandand gunpowder.


The polluted windonly

smells of lost dreams,

some kinds of amorphous declarations

about blood mixed with dance songs.


Our royal king

smokes a tired cigarette

and eats biscuits with a fork.


He lives in volcanic tempers,

sniffing the wind

for armed insurgency

in all locked places.


The king, he wears necklaces of bullets

his lips stiff with pronouncements.
Tomorrow's funeralis banned,

the corpse detained for further questioning.


segunda-feira, 9 de junho de 2008

"God does not even go to church" by The The in 1986 ... in novo mundo 36



PLEASE TURN IT ON...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZhAAgjNM6Q&feature=related

in " as cores da infâmia" (AC) ... novo mundo 35


..."não era por gosto de estelas funerárias, nem para perfazer conhecimentos metafísicos no decurso de subtis conversações com os mortos, que o letrado Karamallah tinha escolhido domicílio neste cemitério de renome mundial desde que milhares de sem-abrigo aqui se haviam instalado sem pedir autorização a ninguém. (....) para karamallah, a escolha de tão austera residência tinha por origem o despotismo de um governo impermeável ao humor e ferozmente hostil a toda a informação de algum modo relacionada com a verdade (....)