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XVII
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Lord buried, Satan dead,
are adored by many and Presto;
thinks evil is evil, is good only
what fancy;
says humble yourself tic, tac, obeys ;
Eternal is only Five-Year Plan: if Joy and Grief
march
arm is there who can be called human?

shadows no dreams crooks cook,
his Henry is Tom, your Tom is Dick;
if caw Tackle kill and grow,
the Cult of Self is the most chic;
new-style instruments, is well worth
Denuevocuño :
if a micro becomes the Jew Coptic
is there who can be called human?

false claim for Truth, Freedom
demand their slaves;
the Rough is holy, the poet is slow, painful tunos
illustrious Progress;
poscritas Soul, Courage sick, what will
Mind if ill the Mood : Koito
if love and hate is a game
is there who can be called human?

Cristo Rey, the world is finished, and we have no
a lifeline:
if only the way waves
Some people can be called human.

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born and in the midst of this
while chalk faces smile as Mrs. Death laughs

as the elevators break as political landscapes

disintegrate while university graduates are working as clerks
spit fish oil wrapped prey is wrapped

oil while the sun is masked we are born and


in the middle of this war
amid mad
prudently amid visions of empty factories with broken windows amid
bars where people no longer speak amid
fights that go from fists to guns and
[knives.
born in this
between hospitals so expensive that it is cheaper to die
between lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper
plead [guilty
in a country where the jails are full and asylums
[
closed in a place where the masses become in affluent
heroes [the inept

born that walking and living through this dying
why mutating

castrated so debased


disinherited so deceived

used so why so screwed

so mad and sick

converted into violent beings turned into inhuman beings so



hearts are blackened fingers seek the throats

gun knife

pump fingers are directed to a god looking fingers numb

pill bottle


parakeet have been born in the midst of this deplorable devastation
were born in the midst of a government 60 years ago
debt that soon there may not return the interest and burn

banks money for nothing
will not be free and unpunished murderers on the streets will
guns and groups of people wandering
land it will be useless food will decrease

nuclear power is in the hands of the majority Incessant explosions
attend
land affected by radiated robot men lurk other
[men
the rich and the chosen observed from space platforms that will
Dante's Inferno look like child's play

not see the sun and always will
night trees will die all vegetation will die

men affected by radiation
eat the flesh of other men affected by radiation
the sea will disappear
polluted lakes and rivers
rain will the gold of the future.

A dark wind brings the stench of rotting bodies
[of men and animals

The few survivors will be shot down by new and hideous
[
diseases and space platforms will be destroyed by wear
supply depletion
the simple effect of general decay

and then emerge that the

most beautiful silence never heard

and the sun still hidden

be waiting for the next chapter.

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Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in.

Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in.

Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin? Then I'll huff

...

And I'll puff ... And I'll blow your house in!

(...)

Here's Johnny!

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Euripides - The nineteen tragedies

Medea.

Medea was present at the gate of the palace. With it comes the nurse.

Medea.-Women of Corinth, Vedmar here. I go to the palace not reproach me. Many mortals knew very haughty-view each other in strange land, full of pride that conform to anything. There are others, however, that docile and gentle, they can live a quiet life. Not justice in the eyes of men! Which of times without getting to the bottom of souls, are averse to any harm in them nothing! And that only see the outside. Accurate
is that the stranger meddle in the affairs of the city where he lives. No prudent work which, being a resident of a community, proud offends those who live in it, because I do not know.
But to me ... what has happened in my life is leaving me shattered soul ... I am ... nothing is the life for me ... my only wish is to die, friends of mine!
it was all for me, how well I've known, and is the most abominable of men is my husband!
Of all beings have a soul and mind women are the most unhappy. First you have to spend large volumes to achieve a husband. Got it. Be it a despot of our body. Maybe the evil ills harder. And the most difficult: Is it good or bad? Not granted to women divorce their husbands, or untie the nuptial bond. And we come to the innovations of today. You must be a fortune teller to know, no one has taught us, how he dealt with at that shares our bed. You can adjust to our way of life: the joy of joys. Bear the yoke of marriage willingly. But if not ... better life! When a male
boredom of home life, it leaves would dissipate their anger. Going with a friend, going to his comrades. And what about us? A single being is in whom we must turn our eyes!
Yes, I know. They say that we spend our lives safe at home, without pain, without danger ... and they are going to war, fight to death in sight. Mal think! Three times in the battlefield, and not give birth to a son!
A woman fears is always prone. He does not want fighting, steel is horrified ... but that does not touch the marriage bed, there is then a most bloodthirsty soul!

(...)

Ah, if it were born to women unable, for all the ills are the most skilled architects!

It will

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our days, our lives fugitive
As a brief illusion, like a fleeting dream
chain
will stay, just some wise words
And just for them our life will be justified.
The cup filled with the poisons of the earth
Somehow
overflow into radiant pieces.
They burn our days, our lives fugitive
like incense, like smoke from fugitive
dreams.


the drunken poet

I live well with madness and excess, spend the day writing
and
nights in the canteen. Find
dawn quiet, melancholic and impetuously

and write poems about death and sadness.

I live well. I myself have chosen to burn the boat
sorrowful destiny
While I scream at the helm. Di will

death and drowned in despair all the delights,
all.

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Cubs

newborns in a debased world. Cubs



hoping to learn to walk
in a vast and strange world.

Cubs open their eyes waiting

its freedom,
that probably will never
.


Cubs ever going to see white sand beaches, majestic

dining with meals lush
the sun peeking through the horizon, red clouds
crying his misfortune,
a woman stroking her hair.

do you have?

A god that looks callous disregard

with a cold floor
a grocery
a roll cold hot cold shower

rare and banned cigarette odors that make

cloud your mind
his brothers, other puppies,

who love freedom, but live the same Unfortunately.

Occasionally, these puppies
happens

something beautiful:

With its small and innocent tongue poke
where white and sharp teeth,

lick lick lick
and follow the padlock
apres,
hoping that someday it

pity his misfortune,
and so

able to walk and see this world

debased

vast and unusual.

Meanwhile, everything still seems

a world of shit.



pablito
For a resident of the street wise enough, and hopefully
existence
not continue for too long, because I have
who wanted to tear

head when he saw freedom.

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Cubs Now what do I do? Classes come ... I burst


Cartoon A

Philip Bueeeenoooo ... I'm doing homework ...

(...)

Mafalda: WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? TENÉS TO THEM! DO NOT YOU?

Felipe: The will must be the only thing in the world when it is deflated needs the prick. Cartoon B



Mafalda: Bueeeeno ... Two more days and to class!

(...)
(...)

Felipe: What will feel a paratrooper two meters before reaching the ground with the parachute closed? Cartoon

C

Mafalda: Hello, Felipe What's wrong?

Felipe: No, that instead of doing homework I spent the time reading comics.

worst thing is that I did not enjoy cartoons, knowing that I have to do homework.

It turns out that now I get anxiety because I did not yet.

Mafalda: And why do not you go and do at once? Felipe

: Immediately, immediately, if not let me enjoy the stories at least enjoy my anguish. Cartoon

D

Mafalda: During my vacation I did not read almost any magazine today, so I'm getting a little bit.

found here a phrase, sentence Felipe ... What!

Felipe: What sentence?

Mafalda: " is more dignified to die standing than live on your knees ."

(...)

Felipe: And tell me ... Will it survive sitting dishonorable? Cartoon

E

Felipe: Look what the teacher put me in the notebook

Mafalda: "Philip students applied as you have a lifetime ahead of contraction to duty and to the study. Forward! ".

Philip joy is the worst I have ever given! Cartoon

F

Felipe lying on the couch

Philip

The people to be doing important things while I'm lying here!

I not ashamed?

Ah, how! Do not you give me?

(...) you end

never met. Cartoon

G

Felipe in a corner

Felipe: Every time school starts I grab the same thing here!

What if a psychoanalyst?
(...) Could a psychoanalyst
get me the agony of back to school?
(...)
"I'd get a psychoanalyst, Philip, went to school happy and content?
(...) a psychoanalyst
Could he transform into a being so nasty?

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endless Navigating through this world I found these curious images and behold the result, a few frames of film parodies many Psimpsons that have led to the small screen.

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The scruples of a morbid writer

The cover of my book says: "In the work of Edgar Allan Poe, poet of death and dissolution, Eureka represents, with its poignant philosophical ingenuity, the desire for an optimistic view of life. " So majestic is attributed to the book he wrote Edgar Allan Poe. No one can deny that Poe is a poet of death and dissolution, but my disagreement lies in why you can believe - or say in the worst-that mentality and creative power is based on a philosophical naivete , a case which Poe wrote is out of the stirrups or early conscientiously? I do not know, in any case I intend to refute the adjective attached to it: philosophical naivete, it is quite the opposite. Has sufficient capacity to create, in the history of philosophy, a kind of thinking that you can attach attributes argumentative speculative, because its foundations are not based or built in the forms of rational or logical thought. It also demonstrates, through his narrative, metaphors liberating imagination take you to the extreme, also the boundless ingenuity of his creative mind.

Recently I met a English writer - had it not been for him, he could not argue my intentions, in which speech and proposed a draft revision semantics in our language. For this author, José Antonio Marina, learning and the perpetuation of language is due to two things: first, in the semantic construction of the infant, provided by tradition, in this case their teachers or people with which it interacts, and second by the use of such language without recognizing its semantics implying the use of language we do not know precisely. This fact appears not to be aware of it, but because the unconscious mind dwells language that prevents a good use (language) or worse, we know that we use effectively to describe what we see. A recent semantic deception. His proposal on linguistic psychoanalysis: "If the unconscious is the urgency of the forgotten past, the words have their own unconscious and can be psychoanalyzed" [1] . Later he says: "when we learn a language without knowing assimilate his unconscious, his biography racked secret that lives in us and our lives" [2] .

But what kind of example can show this unconscious language? The word he uses, and to be used as an experiment, is the ingenuity . This, according to the author, is manifested in various fields (cultural, artistic, social, etc.). And so, apparently contradictory, due to their sisters in etymology: naive, innocent and genius. "These relationships may not appear explicitly in the consciousness of contemporary speaker, but are current in their unconscious linguistic" [3] . So what happens when we use these adjectives? "We use the word wit or ingenuity to score without hesitation some very different phenomena, whose common features are difficult to discern" [4] . This is where I take Joseph A. Marina. Is valued and accepted a qualifier like Poe: naive philosopher? There is a semantic gap.

Joseph A. Marina gives us his definition of wit: "Spirit is the project for developing the intelligence to live playing. His goal is to achieve freedom detached, safe from the worship and the standard. His method, the widespread devaluation of reality " [5] . Later continued: "Genius is the revolt of the intelligence that wants to stop being serious, multiplied to escape their servitude (...) has been subject to being, in truth, beauty and goodness, that is, the four transcendental metaphysical " [6] . That barbarian is not it? The author, then, is to browse various areas of philosophical thoughts such as Kierkegaard, Sartre, Marcuse, Freud, Nietzsche, etc., to achieve to demonstrate the ambivalent use of the word genius, so, to reveal the linguistic unconscious within us.

So where Poe's genius appears, within the meaning of this? Eureka, a book published in 1849, is a true reflection of the mental capacities of this author, and in this case, his cleverness as a writer, if you want to meet Poe, there you go. When you read this book shows us his intentions: to provide an ideal and a poetic-philosophical explanation of the universe, seemingly chaotic but ultimately great, remember his proposal: the original unity of being first, this contained the secondary cause of all beings and the seeds of its inevitable destruction. In addition, a grand philosophical argument that goes along with physics and astronomy. At the beginning of the work, and to understand his intentions, Poe says the same, you have to turn upside down, for his daring, well deserved, is displaying their dissatisfaction with the philosophical tradition and the explanations that have occurred on Universe. A work in which everything must turn restless spirit, because, ultimately where your wit? What is your method? In general devaluation of reality.

But why the negativity against the philosophical tradition? Two fundamental things. The first, in Eureka at the top of its pages a narrative tool that shows the position of Poe against philosophy: a person of talk about how remote we understood the reality and the Universe, speaks with an irony that seems so derogatory our knowledge today were founded in a sterile bases and disproportionate, as Aristotle blasts - And how, and their later followers, attributed to the induction and deduction methods that preclude access to knowledge. "... The game, the ingenuity, perform the same function attributed to the irony Kierkegaard: free subjectivity and inconsistency incite" [7] . Secondly, throughout the story we will find that your argument is based on intuition, use this word often, as a way of thinking and knowledge acquisition outside of inductive and deductive routes brought by tradition. Along with Poe, is a pragmatist philosopher, Charles Sanders Peirce, who founded this type of investigation as abduction. Abduction, then, is "a hypothesis, a hunch, a guess, a hunch, an intuition, not mystic but instinctively. It is the most innovative thinking " [8] . To which "is a very fallible suspicion arises from the consciousness and is determined by nature" [9] . So, is presented and expressed the thought of Poe against a tradition that is in debt.

The beauty, darkness, death, life, and more, are part of the narrative attributes more creative in the history of philosophy and literature. I remember the first time I read The Pit and the Pendulum, I read with a mist before my eyes crossed, I read in the dark. Thus Poe begins to read us, to teach and to scrutinize our own beliefs and values. Easily invites us to a sea of \u200b\u200bthoughts where we have not finished swimming, or rather, since we are so thoroughly that it is impossible to float to the reality.

a day like today marks the two hundred years since the birth of this maligned, drunk, drug addict, lewd and morbid writer, and a day like today, the writer here, feel the pleasure of having learned to sound out their thoughts so complex that are. Now, I can correct: ... Eureka is, with its poignant philosophical ingenuity, the desire for an optimistic outlook on life.


"We walk through the destinies of our mundane existence, surrounded by memories, clouded, but ever present, a larger destination that reaches far, far away in the past and that is infinitely serious.
Youth who live in, is particularly haunted by such dreams, never, however, take for dreams, but we recognize them as souvenirs. In our youth, we make the distinction clearly enough to deceive for a moment " [10]

[1] Marina, José Antonio. Praise and refutation of wit. Introduction. Ed: Anagram. Barcelona. 1996. Pp. 13.
[2] Ibid., P.. 14.
[3] Ibid .., p.. 16
[4] Ibid .., p.. 17
[5] Ibid .., p.. 23
[6] Ibid .., p.. 25
[7] Ibid .., pp. 36-37.
[8] Imbert, Enrique Anderson. Modernity and Postmodernism. Philosophy of abduction: Pierce and Poe. Torres Agüero Editor. Buenos Aires, Argentina. 1997. Pp. 124-125.
[9] Ibid .. pg. 126.
[10] Allan Poe, Edgar. Eureka. Publisher: Losada Classic. Buenos Aires, Argentina. 2004. P. 154