Variedades de la experiencia sexual
Andariego
De qué se trata
Intensamente
Nadie lo conoce. Casi nadie, al menos -¡del resto, ya me he ocupado!
Nadie lo conoce, y tampoco yo, en realidad.
Y aunque no lo conozco, lo admiro intensamente.
Desde Problems of Religious Knowledge hasta Philosophical Darwinism, desde Cuando se quiebra la rama dorada hasta Relationship and Solitude… Cada vez que lo leo aprendo algo nuevo, algo fantástico y maravilloso, algo tan simple que es sublime.
Capaz de explicar a Kant y a Freud con la ingenuidad y la dulzura de un niño, de ironizar sobre Rorty con la perspicacia de un sabueso, de desmentir a Foucault con la habilidad de un mago.
(No en vano tuvo la excepcional oportunidad de estudiar con los dos filósofos más relevantes del siglo pasado: Ludwig Wittgensteiny Karl Popper).
Acabo de releer Philosophy and the Mirror of Rorty, por cierto, y ¡lo he disfrutado como nunca!
Gracias, Peter Munz.
Nada que decir cuando se ha terminado
And they promised to be true to each other
No matter how hard their lives might be
But like meteors that fell through moments parallel
They were soon to cross
And on different plots of earth they both did fall
Though their lives had really not been hard at all
Oh my what a shame
No One’s to blame
It just happened that way
And there’s nothing you can say
When two people say goodbye
Oh my
Two brothers, promised they’d return
When the war that they were fighting was over
But only one lived to keep his vow
And the story I was told said he lived to be quite old
Before time won out
Someone asked if he knew what they both fought for
But he could not recall he’d ever been to war
For there’s nothing you can say when it’s over
And there’s nothing you can do when it’s done
There’s no battle you can win
And there’s nothing to begin
That’s not begun
On this moment, I recall your face
And I wonder if you still think about me
Occasionally I still think of you
And I watch the river flow and I know I must let go
But it’s oh so hard
For the waves are all around my small canoe
I had always hoped this boat could carry two…
La tierra de la libertad
Your head’s too big
Because America
Your belly’s too big
And I love you
I just wish you’d stay where you is
In America
The land of the Free, they said
And of opportunity
in a Just and a Truthful way
But where the President is never black
or female or gay
And until that day
you’ve got nothing to say to me
To help me believe in
America
It brought you the hamburger
well America you know where
You can shove your hamburger
And don’t you wonder
why in Estonia they say “hey you,
you big fat pig”, “you fat pig”, “you fat pig”
Steely-blue eyes with no love in them
scan the world
And a humourless smile
with no warmth within
greets the world
And I
I have got nothing to offer you
Just this heart deep and true
which you say you don’t need
See with your eyes
Touch with your hands
Please
Hear through your ears
Know in your soul
Please
For haven’t you me with you now?
And I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you…
En la mar
Nuestras vidas son los ríos
Cuando murió su padre, Jorge Manrique compuso sus famosas Coplas: Recuerde el alma dormida, Avive el seso e despierte…
La tercera estrofa empieza con una de las metáforas más recurrentes en la historia de la poesía -y el mundo:
Que van a dar en la mar
Que es el morir…
Recortó los cables con un diamante
Cuando murieron sus padres, Fito Páez compuso Parte del Aire. Quizá sin darse cuenta, volvió sobre la misma útil metáfora:
donde van los años y este dolor
y dónde voy yo… no me importa ya
Vengo de los ríos que dan al mar…
Adiós
Cuando murió su padre, Astor Piazzolla compuso Adiós Nonino, su tango por antonomasia, intenso, amable, sutil y desgarrador.
No hay más que una manera
También sin pretenderlo, seguramente, Tim Burton repite (al final de Big Fish) el sabio consejo de Manrique:
dexónos harto consuelo
su memoria
Sabio. Es, no me cabe duda, la única manera de sobrevivir a la muerte.
Hora de cerrar
