30 ene 2012

Looking Backward

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Briefly, Looking Backward is a time-travel utopia in which a young Bostonian, Julian West, emerges from a century-long sleep into the Boston of 2000. This didactic novel--written in the form of many mini lectures by West's 20th century host, Dr. Leete--offers readers a detailed look at a system of industrial and economic reorganization that eliminates both the excesses and desolation of late 19th c. American life by imagining a nationalized economy in which centralization of all economic production and distribution had developed organically over a century from the flawed but promising models of industrial capitalism. While economic concerns are the focus of the work, Bellamy suggests clearly the ways in which this new system requires and thus makes possible a new form of education, new possibilities for economic justice, new ideas about the value of labor and ultimately true happiness for all. The novel was a bestseller in it s day and spurred a political party. But the lesson it offered seemed to be to question what appears as given. Here is some of what transpired:

 - The Point of Education:

In Bellamy's conception of the new world order, the goal of compulsory education is to provide a common ground for all citizens and to provide opportunities for every citizen to identify and cultivate his/her own unique set of skills, talents and affinities--in other words to discern a vocation not just an occupation. Exposure to all major job types during these years helps to ensure that "A man's," (yes, there is a gendered slant to all of this), "natural endowments, mental and physical determine what he can work at most profitably to the nation and most satisfactorily to himself." Sure, this might stink of determinism to some, but for others reactions tended to be far from such an interpretation, and claimed that after reading Bellamy they felt that their own lives were somehow less than they could be. They were frustrated with a current notion of education that simultaneously encourages creativity and celebrates "American" ideals of individualism while turning a blind eye to the intrinsic value of different aptitudes, passions etc.

 - Economic Justice:

This concern was linked very closely in the novel to the way that pairing certain types of labor to certain salaries negated any possibility that young people would find work and make a life that suited them. Dr. Leete goes to great pains to explain to a skeptical Julian West that no one in the year 2000 would choose a profession just because it is perceived to be prestigious or because it commands a high salary. First, everyone in the new Boston is "paid" exactly the same because the ground on which each citizen claims his/her rightful share is merely their "humanity. The basis of [a citizen's] claim is the fact that he is a man." Second, in Bellamy's world there is a concerted effort on the part of society's leaders in to balance out the perceived benefits and liabilities of all occupations (eg. longer hours for less physically demanding position). As a result in Leete's Boston the possibility that one would be fulfilled in work and in life seemed greatly enhanced.

Really important issue. It is about whether every job could ever actually be understood as equal to every other job. It also challenges Bellamy on the relative dismissal of women altogether. Yet Bellamy's conception of the relationship between human dignity, labor equality, and access to economic stability strucks as a profoundly interesting idea. In light of it questions about current American rhetoric that celebrates difference and suggests that all persons have dignity while simultaneously promoting beliefs and policies that seem to determine worth based on the size of one's paycheck are raised, a measure which suggests that was tied back to the idea that not all vocations or skills are seen as equally important. Most telling, and distressing, was thinking that reading this novel made me realize that it might be working toward one's degree in Education not because of passionate about it or because it "fits" particularly well, but because it was a respected and relatively well-paid profession.

 - Dignity of Work:

In order to ensure that citizens selected the career they were best suited for AND to ensure that all citizens knew the value of even the most menial forms of labor, Bellamy’s Bostonians all spent their first three years of their work lives in the “industrial army”. During this time they rotated through a series of jobs being exposed to many aspects of the economy and doing work that was necessary but perhaps not wholly desirable as a chosen profession: waiting tables, heavy day labor etc. Sure this system ensured coverage in less desirable industries but what we ended up discussing was the way that this system allowed more time for career exploration and helped make clear the dignity of all work. (Dr. Leete remarks on the latter when he recounts his own turn in this industrial army while being served by a member of the same at a communal dining center).

Although the military-style approach proposed by Bellamy may not strike everyone as a good solution for my students - many of whom are first generation college students--the idea of having few years to experience the world a bit and discern their path without undue pressure seemed to make sense. (During these discussions I was reminded that this is the very thing that students at elite colleges often seem to do). At the same time, the idea of a term of service at the lowest levels of the labor force for ALL Americans struck my students as a powerful leveling device; this was something they saw as going a long way toward making people they identify as "privileged" understand what it is like to do the sorts of jobs (home care attendant, sanitation work, third-shift anything) that are often underpaid or undervalued in our economy.

All of this is to say that for a few short weeks this spring the utopian writing of a 19th century critic of industrial capitalism brought BIG questions about education policy and distribution of wealth to the forefront of a classroom filled with students who to that point had been skeptical at best about the "real world" relevance of what I had been assigning. During our Bellamy classes both those students who celebrated unbridled capitalism and those who believed the same to be the root of all evils (each semester I have at least one such pairing in my classes) were able to talk about their ideas, imagine alternatives (drawn from Bellamy's detailed prose), and discuss important ideas. The novel set in motion what became a month-long class discussion about current education, economic justice and labor policies at the state and national levels; we saw the phrase "the cultural work of literature" in action. This one book seemed to set my students' political selves on fire.

So if I were to address people as graduates heading off into the "real world" I would remind them to remember the feeling of frustration they felt when reading Bellamy, to remember to ask why all labor is not compensated equally, and to remember that Bellamy suggests that a living wage is not a luxury, it is a product of a person's humanity. Finally, I would encourage them to continue believing that fiction can do important cultural and political work-- like making a reader question the status quo! Thanks for literature, thanks for the lessons learned from Looking Backward.

PS. I'd like to share a video on youtube based on a chapter of "Equality" which is the sequel of "Looking Backward" and illustrates very well his political pensées and his ideal of how society must work.

President Obama’s State of the Union Address

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In his election-year State of the Union address, President Obama set forth a long list of domestic economic proposals. Watch his speech and follow along with fact checks and analysis from Times reporters.










26 ene 2012

Life In A Day

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17 ene 2012

Messi, Le Génie

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Messi, Messi, Messi. Déjà sacré en 2009 et 2010, Lionel Messi a signé son triplé le plus prestigieux en décrochant le FIFA Ballon d'Or 2011 devant Cristiano Ronaldo et Xavi. Avec ce troisième triomphe de rang, et à seulement 24 ans, le génie argentin du FC Barcelone égale Michel Platini et se hisse définitivement parmi les champions d'exception de son sport.

Il était trois fois Messi. L'histoire pourrait commencer ainsi. Mais le football n'est pas un conte. Ni un art. Pourtant, Lionel Messi est un artiste. Car il érige le football en art. Et redonne à ce sport ses lettres de noblesse, des lettres d'or. Le prodige argentin du Barça, déjà couronné en 2009 et 2010, a été désigné meilleur joueur au monde de l'année écoulée devant Cristiano Ronaldo (POR/Real Madrid) et Xavi (ESP/FC Barcelone), à l'issue du vote d'un collège constitué de sélectionneurs, de capitaines d'équipes nationales et de journalistes spécialisés.

Platini n'est plus seul
Avec cette nouvelle distinction dorée, le joueur sud-américain, champion d'Espagne, d'Europe et du monde avec son club, rejoint le club très fermé des triples vainqueurs du Ballon d'Or, formé par Johan Cruyff (1971, 1973 et 1974), Marco van Basten (1988, 1989 et 1992) et Michel Platini (1983, 1984 et 1985), qui n'est désormais plus le seul à avoir remporté la récompense individuelle suprême trois ans de suite. Ce 56e Ballon d'Or récompense avant tout le talent individuel mais, en prenant la direction du FC Barcelone (neuvième succès du club catalan, désormais seul en tête avec un trophée de plus que la Juventus et le Milan), il en dit aussi beaucoup sur la domination collective de la période.

Le plus grand joueur de ce temps
 
"Ce qui fait la noblesse d'une chose est son éternité." Au moment où il lui a remis son trophée au palais des congrès de Zurich, Ronaldo, sacré Ballon d'Or en 1997 et 2002, aurait pu reprendre cette citation de Leonard de Vinci et la glisser à Messi. L'occasion était appropriée et même propice tant ce FIFA Ballon d'Or 2011 peut être considéré comme celui de l'éternité pour le natif de Rosario. Footballeur unique et hors norme, au talent extraordinaire et enchanteur, champion d'exception, ce joueur-là est le plus grand. De cette ère ? Incontestablement. De tous les temps? Une telle question peut se poser mais elle n'a pas véritablement de sens. Les mots lâchés un jour par son partenaire barcelonais David Villa, eux, semblent en avoir davantage : "A la fin, je pourrai regarder des photos et dire : J'ai joué avec Messi."

L'histoire s'écrit devant nos yeux
Finalement, l'enjeu, et peut-être même une certaine perception de la vérité, se trouve sûrement quelque part entre le présent et la représentation que chacun se fera du joueur une fois sa carrière achevée. Et s'il fallait vraiment se risquer à tenter de répondre à l'interrogation posée précédemment, nous saurions seulement dire : Oui, Lionel Messi a déjà profondément marqué les esprits de ses contemporains. Oui, il s'est imposé comme LA référence de son époque. Mais l'histoire s'écrit devant nous. Ne l'oublions jamais. Et profitons. Plus tard, nous pourrons dire que nous avons vu jouer Messi.

Thomas SIMON, à Zurich

9 ene 2012

Siento Luego Existo

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Una vida de hiel almibarada de a ratos se nos pone por delante cada vez que la miramos, los ojos apuntan al suelo o al cielo con la misma extraña sencillez pasando irremisiblemente por la palma de la mano, una mano que se mira y no se ve, que se ve y no se reconoce, que se reconoce y no se quiere, y que si se quiere no se admite. Vergüenza. De todo aquello que anhelamos con la desesperación de la gallina, garras contra la tierra, con la miseria del reconocimiento de mediocridad, con el alma enjugada de lágrimas sinceras, de risas de otro, vaga complacencia del que se sabe por debajo y se agacha con abnegación, feroz humildad del que se ofrece a la sanguijuela, desprendimiento de roja vida brotando desde el manantial de la certidumbre hasta la infinitud de lo que está del otro lado. Porque todo lo que sube tiene necesariamente que bajar, por qué esta noria me quiere tanto, no hay necesidad, uno nunca sabe que se va a encontrar del otro lado de la puerta, por qué quiero tanto lo que no tengo, atrás y adelante, miedos y esperanzas, frustraciones y lamentos, orgullos reprochados de escasez, sonrisa plácida y diligente que oculta y engaña más allá de las propias fronteras, por qué esconderse, tantas veces los mismos signos de interrogación, las mismas tildes, donde encontramos las sensaciones de lo prohibido donde el sendero tortuoso es el camino llano, no se puede escoger de a dos, hoy tienes y mañana no, la felicidad como momento bipolar, me-quiere-no-me-quiere, la margarita recupera sus hojas, todo de puntillas, me dices lo que quieres y mi piel te contesta, pero la insignificancia de mi presencia me tortura de arriba abajo, a cada uno de los niveles, me varea, me sacude y barre todo lo poco que de mi queda, y sin embargo el suplicio no ha hecho más que empezar, uno sigue los caminos que les son propuestos acompaña a su verdugo hasta el final del trayecto y besa sus pies cuando no su cara, pura cuestión de estatura y estilo que no libra de la metamorfosis, pero el puppy no acaba en la puerta de casa mientras quede alguien a quien seguirle las pisadas, un traje a medida para pasear los sentimientos más profundos a ras de suelo, junto a los tobillos, para preguntarse finalmente por qué a pesar de tantas idas y venidas, de tantos años, alegrías y sofocos acabamos siempre en el mismo sitio y a la misma hora, por qué ciega con tanta facilidad el resplandor detrás del astro, por qué todo fuego antes de ser el temido devastador tiene que ser la chispa en mitad de la nada, por qué todo es sencillamente tan complicado.
Quise decir, siento luego existo.

7 ene 2012

Auguries of Innocence

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Auguries of Innocence

 
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day. 
William Blake