30 de septiembre de 2008

CALIFORNIA - Joni Mitchell (1970)

Sitting in a park in Paris, France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They won't give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn't want to stay here
It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here
Oh, but California
California I'm coming home
I'm going to see the folks I dig
I'll even kiss a Sunset pig
California when I get home

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell
Oh the rogue, the red red rogue
He cooked good omelettes and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there
But my heart cried out for you, California
Oh California I'm coming home
Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band
I'm your biggest fan
California, I'm coming home

Oh it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
Just gives you the blues

So I bought me a ticket
I caught a plane to Spain
Went to a party down a red dirt road
There were lots of pretty people there
Reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue
They said, "How long can you hang around?"
I said "a week, maybe two,
Just until my skin turns brown
Then I'm going home to California"
California I'm coming home
Oh will you take me as I am
Strung out on another man
California I'm coming home

Oh it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
More about the war
And the bloody changes
Oh will you take me as l am?
Will you take me as l am?
Will you?

29 de septiembre de 2008


Yagyu Tajima-no-kami era un gran maestro de la espada y enseñaba el arte al shogun Tokugawa Jyemitsu. Cierto día, uno de los guardianes del shogun se acercó a Tajima-no-kami y le pidió que le enseñara. El maestro dijo:
- Según veo, ya eres maestro de la espada. Dime, te ruego, a qué escuela perteneces, antes de que entremos en una relación de maestro y discípulo.-
El guardián contestó:
- Me avergüenza confesar que jamás aprendí el arte.-
- ¿Te burlas de mí? Soy el maestro del venerable shogun y sé que mi ojo no me engaña.-
- Lamento ofender tu honor, pero la verdad es que no tengo ningún conocimiento del arte.-
Frente a esta respuesta negativa, el maestro vaciló un momento; al final dijo:
- Si tú lo dices, así será. Pero seguramente eres maestro de alguna otra disciplina, aunque no logro ver cuál es.-
- Como insistes en ello, te lo diré. Hay una sola cosa de la cual puedo considerarme maestro consumado. Cuando aún era muchacho, se me ocurrió que, siendo Samurai, no debía temer a la muerte en ningún caso y desde entonces -ya hace algunos años- he luchado continuamente con la cuestión de la muerte, hasta que ha dejado de preocuparme. ¿Tal vez será esto lo que señalas?-
-Exactamente -exclamó Tajima-no-kami- esto es. Me alegro de que mi juicio haya sido acertado, pues el último secreto del arte de la espada reside también en estar liberado de la idea de la muerte. A centenares de alumnos les he mostrado esa meta, pero hasta hoy ninguno ha alcanzado el grado supremo en el arte de la espada. Tú no necesitas ningún ejercicio, ya eres maestro.-

Eugen Herrigel, "Zen en el arte del tiro con arco", 1968

28 de septiembre de 2008

JACK'S LAMENT - Danny Elfman

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying

With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known

I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France

And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears

From "Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas", Henry Selick, 1993

27 de septiembre de 2008

BAJO LA MAGNOLIA (Jardín Botánico, 1969)

26 de septiembre de 2008


Un joven jardinero persa dice a su príncipe:
-¡Sálvame! Encontré a la Muerte esta mañana. Me hizo un gesto de amenaza. Esta noche, por milagro, quisiera estar en Ispahan.

El bondadoso príncipe le presta sus caballos. Por la tarde, el príncipe encuentra a la Muerte y le pregunta:
-Esta mañana ¿por qué hiciste a nuestro jardinero un gesto de amenaza?
-No fue un gesto de amenaza -le responde- sino un gesto de sorpresa. Pues lo veía lejos de Ispahan esta mañana y es allí donde debo tomarlo esta noche.

Jean Cocteau

25 de septiembre de 2008


24 de septiembre de 2008

TURKISH & INDIAN MUSIC CONCERT - Mehmet Polat - Rotterdam (Jun 2008)

23 de septiembre de 2008


Al cumplir los 14, a un niño le regalan un caballo. Y todo el pueblo exclama: "¡Excelente!"
El maestro zen dice: "Veremos".

Tiempo después, el niño se cae del caballo, se quiebra la pierna... y todos dicen: "¡Qué terrible!"
El maestro zen dice: "Veremos".

Luego empieza la guerra... pero el niño es inválido y no tiene que ir. Todos dicen: "¡Estupendo!"
... Y el maestro zen dice: "Veremos".

Charlie Wilson's War (Mike Nichols, 2007)

22 de septiembre de 2008

EN PRIMAVERA (Rosedales de Palermo, Septiembre de 1970)

21 de septiembre de 2008


Hace un año, esta misma puerta
reflejaba, rosadas, las flores del ciruelo y sus mejillas.
No sé dónde su rostro estará hoy,
pero las flores sonríen aún a la primavera.

Tsuei Hu

20 de septiembre de 2008


19 de septiembre de 2008

NAQOYQATSI: LIFE AS WAR - Godfrey Reggio (2002)

18 de septiembre de 2008


17 de septiembre de 2008

ZEITGEIST, THE MOVIE - Peter Joseph (2007), subtítulos en español

16 de septiembre de 2008


15 de septiembre de 2008


Antiguo barrio --
tras el nuevo edificio
la luna llena


14 de septiembre de 2008


13 de septiembre de 2008



Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.


You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)


be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

Dr. Seuss

12 de septiembre de 2008


11 de septiembre de 2008


The rain has filled
the birdbath
Again, almost

Jack Kerouac

10 de septiembre de 2008


9 de septiembre de 2008


Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;-
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Alfred Tennyson

When I look carefully
I see the nazuna blooming
By the hedge!


8 de septiembre de 2008


7 de septiembre de 2008


Este apacible vacío nada contiene.
La misteriosa luz de mi interior
se extiende por el cosmos.

En este cuerpo y en esta mente
no existe lugar para la vida y la muerte
cuando son libres de llegar y partir.

Hamhu Duktong (1376-1433)

6 de septiembre de 2008

ASANAS - B.K.S. Iyengar (1938)

5 de septiembre de 2008


On the beach, at night,
Stands a child, with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower, sullen and fast, athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends, large and calm, the lord-star Jupiter;
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate brothers, the Pleiades.

From the beach, the child, holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower, victorious, soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears;
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky--shall devour the stars only in
Jupiter shall emerge--be patient--watch again another night--the
Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal--all those stars, both silvery and golden, shall
shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again--they
The vast immortal suns, and the long-enduring pensive moons, shall
again shine.

Then, dearest child, mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding, I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter,
Longer than sun, or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant brothers, the Pleiades.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

4 de septiembre de 2008

SHEHNAI SONG - Sheila Chandra

3 de septiembre de 2008


The cold wind howls
so close to the longest night
your words linger-
after the candle flame dims
they light the path of dreams.

Paul C. Cooper

2 de septiembre de 2008

BUDDHISM IN A GLOBAL AGE OF TECHNOLOGY - Prof. Lewis R. Lancaster (2008)

1 de septiembre de 2008


sitting empty,

beside mother Ganga
I become ageless

Narayanan Raghunathan