love the serene light of those afternoons fall in the soft breeze caresses the skin
while a quieter sun and off, tired from the heat and the heat last summer, we can still feel the warmth
warm illuminating the air with its brightness and caressing our skin while the cool wind vibrates grass and tree fall first leaves the ground at our feet like a lament. VK
warning: This entry has been written and planned almost a month before Vds. read it and no response to their comments if they are given. I do not usually resort to programming and I hate not being able to answer, but I have no choice since they do not walk here when published. If the strike was called off because they have fulfilled their objectives by 29S (which I doubt) or some major change has come, it will be, obviously, no reason and outdated. Know taken into account if this happens.
If you can not leave the blog in the hands of someone who should not be. You should know, countess. I'm leaving on vacation and a secretary and an administrator eternally soda sulking, bored, goofy and no style I have left the blog turned upside down and full of stereotype and bad grapes. On top, there is no Fafner worked very much in my absence. I do not speak each other that, after all, is the one that has the power to erase as a partner in one fell swoop and with one finger (the sinister, natürlich ). We
there countess. Roll up the bustle, wear a headscarf, making the duster and cleaning dishes and devote yourself to bring order to the Variations. Show off you're back.
Robert Koehler - The strike . 1886. Oil on canvas. 281.30 x 184.47 cm. Deutsches Historisches Museum (Berlin)
When the musicians in the service of Prince Nikolaus Esterházy complained bitterly Haydn Esterházia months wore on, the summer residence of that, and therefore out of Eisenstadt and away from their wives and children, perhaps he was emerging a new genre: the vindicated. Do not even know if there would have been before other compositions, classical or popular (probably in Carmina Burana medieval history may find, if not at least reasonable requests mockery of established power) of this type. The first time I have knowledge that it was precisely this. And because Haydn, which was included in the server group, found that requests were fair, humane and the protest became necessary, he composed the beautiful, very original and better-known symphony and Symphony No. 45 "of parting." As you probably remember all of you, in the last movement and in order to make effective protest, the musicians, taking the faintest light, were slowly leaving their seats and off the sail of their lecterns. Finally were only two violins, playing sottovoce the end of the piece. One was the composer.
Indeed, that was a strike comm'il faut. Rather than short, the times were not or labor rights for more frills. And best of all, the claims were heard. Prince Esterházy was the hint and the petitions were served because he felt that his musicians were right and that it was time to return to Eisenstadt. Haydn was thus bridging the gap and allow me an abuse of historiography, a shop steward very, very effective in the craft guild of musicians.
J. Haydn (1732-1809). Symphony No. 45 in F sharp minor, Hob. I/45. 1772. Abschiedssymphonie ( symphony of "Farewell" ). New Year's Concert Vienna 2009. Orchestra Vienna Philharmonic. Director. Daniel Barenboim.
(as Deutsche Grammophon, from time to time, forcing YouTube to remove copyrighted videos DG, I leave this version "just to listen" so that at least she remains active in the blog. Moreover, just can hear the entire work if they please)
(Via Beaumarchais)
But things are not always as simple nor easy fix. Today I do not want to talk about the multitude of strikes and collecting History reinvindicaciones over the past three centuries. I'm not for it and people who are learned in the field. That is not my purpose. The Haydn symphony of me serves as a prelude to an input rather than one which Vds. are used to read, see and hear in this blog. But is that sometimes you have to "sprinkle" (ugly word for a Countess ) but absolutely necessary in today's post. And yes, gentlemen, now Countess "sprinkle" and will be limited to present through images, text and music pieces proximísima their views on the strike day 29, the position on it and the reasons behind it. They also know more than you from the restraint shown on issues of res publica , like almost everything else. I am by nature somewhat radical in taste, criteria and positions. Therefore, I respect the right of everyone to freely expose or opinions contrary to mine. Of course. Opinions provided that they relate and also based on attitudes of respect towards others. That, needless to say (I'll never get rid of silly word games) does not mean much less to take communion with them. Respect the right of everyone to expose them, but I have no reason to respect the legitimacy of what he says, especially if it is based also on the cheek, the power that money brings, xenophobic ideas or any other reason of like nature, as its only argument. Walking
then.
G.Cailleboute-Raboteurs parquet (The slashed). 1876. Oil on canvas. Musée d'Orsay, Paris.
Indeed, kill me if I do not work and if they kill me work. No, do not think that language is as obsolete as taking months and years telling us "liberals" (how to stomp a word so beautiful and that means so much!). Things have not changed much in some places.
know What all this a countess unemployed, idle and frivolous? Well, look, not much. But this "countess", in its way, got wet as he could. I will not bore you now with my history because, among other things, would be an insult to many of the visitors of this blog in the sense that they did and moved much more than me. But some moral right me having been suspended without pay one time or another for going on strike, back when they were still illegal and were at work and the Grays came to us out of it, called to make matters worse for entrepreneurs. And having spent three years in a works council, in a time when there were still open lists (what ever!) Trying to do my job the best I could. And to have participated for 32 years of working life in all the strikes were called in the industry, or general labor. All I'll be honest, but two. Convened the first because the employers and unions yellow (send balls to the Banking sector) and the other, because attending the general strike on June 20, 2003 represented all the advantages and permits that my boss was giving off the record to care for my mother, terminally ill, I would Adrift in retaliation if he went to the strike. I'm proud of it, but not too ashamed. Sometimes the priority rule. Things went well, period. I went to the back and tried to rally currar as little as possible that day. Not to mention the secret cell meetings, but never played for the PCE (I'm vague, chaotic and not given to comply with standards in general) or preparing for "festivals pro" of all kinds (duck and I was hooked forever). Like almost all of you long ago lost count of the events to which I went and I go to. (In the end, they were released to give flourish history of "progressive" ... oh, countess, countess, that pride and vanity you lose!). I know that this does not mean much (fortunately others work much more than me and that makes progress) but I used to tell those who still do not have anything clear, that the strike of 29S is necessary, honorable, fair .
The reasons which lead me to agree with it are manifold and in the minds of those who will do it. It is not just to tell the socialist government that enough is enough, that we are here, that enough is enough. Also. It is much more.
Look
DVDs, I am very simplistic policy of ignorance. I try to learn every day and some of the readers of Changes have influenced me more than you think. And since I'm simplistic and I can not do analysis brainy tell what the flat leg, as my grandfather, of Avila. It is unacceptable, illegal, or moral, that the crisis would have to pay the usual. Because they have paid the usual: workers and small businesses. And if they are immigrants and low-skilled labor, y teniendo en cuenta el estallido de la burbuja inmobiliaria, todavía más. No me valen argumentos como que las cosas están mal y hay que arrimar el hombro. No señor. Que lo arrimen los que más tienen por una vez en su vida. Si el gobierno hubiese recuperado el Impuesto sobre el Patrimonio, no hubiese subido ese impuesto tan discriminatorio que es el IVA, hubiese obligado a los empresarios a crear abundantes fondos de reserva para cuando llegaran las vacas flacas y así evitar el enriquecimiento personal y que éstos se saquen el despido de la manga cuando les viene bien y a precio harto módico. Si la creación de empleo hubiese sido para este gobierno un objetivo prioritario. Si hubiese dictado medidas para controlar a los bancos y resto de entidades financial (investment funds, etc.). and avoid excesses, hoaxes, fabrications, etc.. forcing them to do their job well which is to lend money to be made possible the creation of businesses and jobs. If they had reduced arms spending and subsidies to the Church and not sunk in culture, education and transport. If it had been charged and who else has wasted and squandered with obscenity in front of our noses. If (there are so many ifs still list) ... Then, maybe, I would have consented to be supportive. And I would have consented. Not that I was forced, as happened to civil servants and pensioners or so many who work in private enterprise.
But when all this does not happen and over the PSOE is dedicated to freeze or reduce the pensions of the disadvantaged, to eliminate subsidies to offset some the misery of unemployment, when working to reduce and freeze salaries of public officials, putting a very clear act of abuse and abuse of rights, when we use the summer school reform without working very hard and we have had the opportunity or ability to react when we are going to extend working lives by Article 33 and therefore more years of contributions and pension less than enjoy ... Then, from my point of view, there is no choice but to say NO, we are not worth their arguments nor those of their opponents or temporary allies. No, man. That the upper classes have not noticed at all the crisis. And what's worse, in some cases have been enriched further if possible.
To me, this will be a single strike against the government and I desire only to be echoed in this country. It is also against those who manage and handle the money, that prevent citizens in poverty to live, feed and educate themselves with dignity. Against banks and financial institutions. Against the PP and entrepreneurs who have that attitude vulture lurking, waiting for the carcass to be served on a platter to them ...
And because okay. What the heck!
Oh yes, I know. Surely some of you think I'm pamphlet, language and vocabulary outdated obsolete. But it's not a good time for poetry. There must be effective and dig up old terms are still necessary. Do not think that is so old, much menos.Y because maybe it is needed to reuse words long hidden for fear of being treated sectarian, demagogic, Manichaeism. Is that there are still many things for vindication. Yet many workers in this country are drowning under the weight of the black economy or illegal. allowing excesses mole rate by a negligible amount of recruiters eager for cheap labor and expense of whatever. Do not think that in some ways we have improved so much.
At first it was thought that after this crisis, capitalism would disappear died out. But the experts were wrong a lot. Has been strengthened. If before we were immersed in a work-based capitalism workers, now there is a brother, even bigger and fierce and you do not need the work to develop. That comes, is fed and enriched directly from the money itself. Financial capitalism against capitalism to the classics. The workforce increasingly find it less necessary. Who can enrich your car up so much faster and in greater quantity. And we do not get the batteries are going to lead us forward.
That's it. That is reason enough to go on strike. Do not think that by being pre or retired, have some savings or a living wage from the effort of the life or think that our working conditions are good is not going to play. If we act as if the thing does not go with us, will occur as in the poem by Bertold Brecht in which the narrator thought that he would not come to take it ever. Do not be so naive. This is not only the first tail and of course try curb, to the next attack may no longer be possible.
Each act as you think you should act, but here and now and from this blog, I make them appeal to the full-blown strike. Of course, with music and paintings that something is always appreciated and notes and brushes are not going at odds (as you can see if they have some time) with history (ours now) nor with the history, the important and capitalize ...
J. Sorolla (1863 -1923) - And yet they say that fish is expensive . 1894. Oil on canvas. 153 x 204 cm.
Museo Nacional del Prado. Madrid.
... And it would not hurt to remind ourselves that so overused that anyone who forgets is doomed to relive it. And also, that the power to change things is only in us and nothing is worth it alone.
Quilapayun. Final Song . Cantata de Santa María de Iquique
must you every reason in the world. An entry has been too long. Almost, almost dreadful. You know, the "Countess" suffers from incontinence oral and written and verbal, when given, there is no stopping her.
For this post however end with a certain serenity, which is not bad when making decisions and go out, I leave with one of the songs I most love in the movies . And since the vindicated social movements and struggle, that were so important in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, they remain a clear alternative for the future in this still young and even battered and
century
G. Pellizza Volpedo (1868-1907) - The quarto Stato . 1898-1901. Oil on canvas. Galleria d'arte Moderna. Milan
If I was a pamphleteer, demagogue, vehement, Manichean .... Because they endure a little Vds., go man. That once a year does not hurt. And I'm going to harangue the masses ( c'est 'a dire : a Fasolt and Fafner, who is having his nose that has to be the lady who incites to stop their subordinates).
Over the years soothe the burning passion and the fire stirred up, youthful enthusiasm and ardent sex and pleasure gives way to another form of love more relaxed, a deep love and quiet, to enjoy the hours and days friendly and nice rest. That affection meek and without emergency fire not passionate, intense of fiery passion unleashed but also love, deep love, and love that goes beyond mere skin enjoy and embrace, love born from the minds close together for life and many shared memories and deep union of souls.
When we finish a stage, always have to think about what comes next. Everything is a final farewell but it is also the start of something new. If late work comes time to change their lives and take a step
less leisurely relaxed, calmer, less
overwhelmed by the concerns of daily work and routine have to think about starting a new world full of challenges and desires, there comes a time to rest, travel, read, enjoy life more, a time opens many doors for the mind, joy and happiness . VK
Greatness endless, boundless, immense Universe we live in, the millions of stars and galaxies that fill the space , the beauty of that vision huge, exciting, great, huge, diverse, unknown, make us feel tiny dust particles irrelevant, trivial as part of a contemptible all so great, that would presumption, vanity, foolish endeavor, believe that we are human beings who populate the
Earth a unique case and that no other living beings with feelings and reason full in other parts of Universe itself. VK
(Raoul Dufy - Cérès au bord de la mer , 1928. Private collection)
When
Early risers in the blogosphere start reading these lines, I will be leaving Madrid and the Costa Brava way. This year, fortunately, has not been smooth or anxiety of any kind. The cancer seems happy to have chosen to leave us alone this time and the summer has passed placid and lazy, too long and very warm indeed. Madrid in August makes more bearable and has slipped between friends dining at home or on their own, readings, auditions and appointments with dear people to chat, drink and, above all, sharing.
And now, when the city picks up the routine, sighs MegaMag happy by the arrival of September and Sergio hang a new calendar page we go on vacation.
Oh yes, I know. That is true that we are so indispensable that we are not under stress from work or children or disease, there are others who need much more than us and can not, we could easily pass without them ... But we so eager to return ...
You will know that I spent fourth and sometimes even a third of my life in a city to the sea. I grew up in the sun, air, nitrate, iodine, seaweed and blue water of the Mediterranean. Up to 18 years was one of my safer havens. They also know that I have no pretensions to any patriotic or nationalistic. I do not feel English, or Madrid, or the street of Alcala but there born. But I assure you that I always felt truly Mediterranean. Debtor heir and a culture that I recognize as their own and which I also deeply acknowledge. Language, estate, art, literature, history. Everything in me and I suppose in most of you come from a common stock of an anchor point and reference. Of a recognizable and recognized that we like to go back to continue to grow and feed on it.
And a few years ago, my respect, my grip is in a small enclave north of the town of Roses, in the cove of the Grosses Canyelles or
Almadrava
This year may be no visits to the ruines d'Ampuries or the village of San Marti. Certainly not go up to Sant Pere de Rhodes or go to Perelada looking for music, Romanesque or wine. Probably not go down more than a couple of times to visit Rosas old acquaintances and friends in Madrid. But I have so much looking forward ... I expect the window to the Gulf of Roses, from the smallest of the Medes and l'Estartit to the lighthouse of the town on the promontory, to L'Escala, Sant Pere Pescador, and those wounds deep in the marsh are Empuriabrava and Santa Margarida. I expected the north wind that blows there twisty in Ampuries respecting what does not respect. And water and salt and walks cortitos by the creek and the jokes, the quiet conversation of two, reading, canned music.
And there are two things that do not retreat from doing.
return to go up one year and one last time to share dinner Montjoi Lluis, Pol, Luis Oriol, Juli, Ferran; with everyone. And on the way, we'll see how the latest and oblique yellow day crash into the Norfeu Cap (one of the most beautiful I know), trying to sneak out of the final routine of disappearing beyond the west, burning their last cartridges red and violet. When this happens, the Cap de Creus Parc remain silent, serene, blue-gray and the rest of the trip remain silent until the discrete waves of the cove, but impertinent tell us we are there again to receive the gift of old friends many years ago. When little was known, when there was that aura of fame to press, when they were still coming in the air or spherification and liquid nitrogen and allowed to extend the desktop lazy afternoon of talks and jokes until half past six o'clock.
But back to sea, if the sea permits, as far as the wind rotates the tip of Cap de Creus and French currency, anchored in Port Lligat slowly to get closer then Cadaquès old Catalan boats racing. In return, the tip of Gat reaffirmed in me the knowledge from that time never goes in vain, that up to the ruins and the meanness is learned. Thereby regain my real cat, firmly anchoring Cap Norfeu from the bottom of the water. And when you roll the boat on the other hand, almost brushing against it, I'm sure you'll tell me how carelessly: "Toldrà is much more than a promise unfulfilled. The sea views of my gift for you when you come to see me."
Toldrà E. (1895-1962) Cançó of Grumet. Angels victory. Orchestre de la Societe des Concerts du Conservatoire. Dir R. Frühbeck de Burgos.
Before I tell you not feel any kind of pride, whether big or small country. And I reaffirm. But let me say that I feel a deep love of Girona in Catalonia and special. I carry it constantly in my heart and my mind. I started to stammer his tongue at age 11 with the base of Valencia learned in childhood and lyrics by Els Setze Jutges . Yes agree, I must admit that I fall safely in the topic because you can not generalize, but I like people. His honesty, seriousness, seny . But I like very special way altoampurdaneses: so close to land, the Tramuntana, as direct speech, renecs included, I would say our Fritus .
There is a beautiful anthem of Catalonia
Els Reapers (current version). Orfeo Catala (via ylide )
and one informal, the I bring you two versions. The one who adapted it and made him famous and among those likely to be, at least for me, the most beautiful voice and technique that has given better Catalonia. In this second version, another Catalan gives the counterpoint to the soprano.
P. Casals (1876-1973). Birdsong (P. Casals harmonized and orchestrated by E. Casals). Prades Festival Orchestra. Pau Casals, cello direction. 1954. Compiled by Sony in 1992
Victòria dels Angels and Lluis Claret. Birdsong (Catalan folk song). Concert to raise funds for the reconstruction of the Grand Teatre del Liceu. Orchestra of the Grand Teatre del Liceu (¿?). Stage of the Palau Sant Jordi, 1994.
Continuing with Catalan musical identity, another beautiful example of which also have almost as many versions as there are groups or singers Catalans. This beauty is well worth it. Just choose one. Surely not best or most sense (there are others I like more), but it emphasizes its own personality, also accompanied one of my favorite instruments:
Lladre The Cançó of (Catalan folk song). Ferran Savall, voice and theorbo . On the album, Du temps & de l'instant. Jordi Ferran and Arianna Savall, Montserrat Figueras and Pedro Estevan. Alia Vox, 2005
I leave also two separate gifts of three lofty composers (Girona The first Barcelona the other two) that need no introduction but they are well known:
I. Albeniz (1860-1909). Tango, op. 165 n2. Alicia de Larrocha, piano. Decca, 1975
F. Mompou (1893-1987). Cançó i dansa VI. Alicia de Larrocha, piano. Decca, 1970.
Toldrà E. (1895-1962). Six sonets: I Sonetí of pink (On a poem by Trinitat Catasús). In English Music for violin and piano. Jesus Angel Leon, violin and Miguel Angel Munoz, piano. Verso, 2004.
And when the winter rains, cold, I'm stuck in a jam, I have to sit in the dentist's chair or simply things are not the all right, I imagine to be walking barefoot through the 200 meters in soft sandy cove. And Almadrava shelter then becomes, once it was Greek and Phoenician pirates or later, but I now belong only to me. We all need places where we feel like standing near the shore, the water is cloudy, but calm and so clear topaz, which hurts the eyes if looked at from the road. And the shelter anchored me to rest or licking wounds, but also to compose myself, laugh, smell, and love. And when I get to feel the hair wet and I can smell the salt and iodine despite 800 kms. away, I know I'll be back next year, with the certainty which gives the blind faith of a child and experience of 3,000 years on wet skin.
JM Serrat (1943). Mediterranean. In album Mediterranean. Fixes: JCCalderón and GPReverberi. Sapphire, 1971
