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Number 3. SPEECH AGAINST THE INTELLECTUALS. July 5, 2010.

CONTENTS

Current Events and Opinion
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Collaborations. Manuel Cuenya

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DIEGO LÓPEZ GARRIDO.

Chameleon: "Person with the ability to change their attitude, by adopting the most advantageous." María Moliner. Own
much of the politicians who populate the zoo today or parliamentary parties and trade unions.
One of the most representative interpreters of such species is the man groomed, mellifluous, harmless and empty by the name of Diego Lopez Garrido. Ideal for the office representing the PSOE. Well-paid, safe and does not require any expression, which already by itself lacks. An exquisite cemetery who in not too distant days grazing on the left who say that united more vilification of language.
Diego López Garrido is the current Secretary of State for the EU. And on Sunday July 27 revel in the Country with depth and the severity of his words when to give the reader an analysis of the "economic crisis", another sarcasm to define terrorism one of the white-collar fleece us. Here politically correct phrases:
"We have criticized the sinking of the euro and set the direction of the Union."
"The crisis has put us in the mirror and has forced us to take the plunge."
"We prepared all possible crisis but I must admit that we did not think." (Reference to the explosion of the volcano in Iceland). After reading his words
readers listen to Gregorian chants.

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LETICIA, PRINCESS.

Felix Salten, one of those writers who can commit to the political and economic conditions, he wrote in the "prestigious" Die Zeit and the same defender was shown the moral puritan pornographic novels published under a pseudonym, which ended in Hollywood where his story adapted to film Bambi, wrote articles lackey to praise the Court of Vienna rotten, some in praise of Princess Hohenberg, articles which undoubtedly would sign today many of these journalists and scribblers of our media. Reproduce some fragments. Only have to change setting and character.

"Nobody knows how deep this woman you might suspect has unusual qualities, which is a strong and peculiar ... Behind must have a strong will, an iron strength of character, or an irresistible goodness, or wisdom in life with thousands of facets, or brilliantly fine instinct, or even archaic exuberance, or even total passivity, or awareness of where you want to go, or confidence in the peaceful happiness. We do not know ... The interest has fallen tromba justified on this woman ... do not know what has to happen even to the wife of heir to the throne may also be allowed to exercise all rights forever ... come to have, and so must be , the greatest influence, and the lead with the Kaiser, in due time ... Children call father to our future monarch will call her mother ... The Duchess of Hohenberg owns the future of Austria. But nobody knows what the future brings. "

was not many years before they unveil the future: the carnage of the First World War.

Karl Kraus added, referring to the writer journalist Salten: Do not be unfair to a man of many clothes ... Best Vienna journalist knows that at every moment worth knowing more about the career of a countess or the rise of a balloon, a parliamentary session or a ball in the court. Everything is available. If only the world were not so unfair!

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RODRIGO RATO.

welcomes the hen chicks hatching golden eggs.

This photo was published in several English newspapers without a single worthy of comment, opinion article. And it is hard to find most significant testimony of the economic situation of the country, what is the political neoliberalism. Because there is either here or in Europe or the United States other than this reality. Banks are those in power, imposing its laws. Rodrigo Rato, neoconservative policy directs the powerful Caja Madrid. With your hands press those of their chicks, the directors of other regional savings banks. Of course, that savings does it mean? Money deposited in them millionaires to pay salaries of their leaders and advisers and offer a guaranteed life of luxury thanks to speculation and the benefits they get from these deposits. They are the masters of brick, investments that exploit workers, and there are guys like Zola, Marx, Dickens, etc to write of these situations, who cry to impose ever lower wages, hiring on-demand, layoffs with minimal cost, time to be cutting rights and social gains. Money lords smiling, happy. The State is yours. The State will provide funding when they reduce their huge profits. The Presidents of the boxes are delivered, euphoric, the protection of the Grand Patron of Big Brother that the blanket into it and seems to burst with joy, on the verge of getting a stroke before the greatness of the show. That is power and not that of a politician can be bought with thirty pieces. And the people, blind, mute, is unfazed. ____________________________________________________________

OPINION. SPEECH AGAINST THE INTELLECTUALS. (1)

Most of the intellectuals of our time have chosen to become God's faithful addicts market: he sacrificed his eyes, his ears, his work. Let them. Renounce the exercise of imagination and negate the ethics and scope of beauty. That money corrupt and corrupting and applause are vain and sterile, accompany them to the grave. And just remember, if they ever read them, the words of Hegel:

understand what it is, is the task of philosophy, because what is the reason ...
While it is human, it is only by thinking.
Thoughts are not things themselves, but made about things.

Philosophy ", thinking? Antiquities. In the Internet age are not needed. Become extinct, like freedom. All hooked to the network because everything is online and surf without asking for it or where or why. Thinking to interpret, define, try to understand, create, discuss: what? We have a new God. Christ once said: "He who wishes to come to deny himself." And today we, as disciples of lambs catechism, we deny the value of the difference, the critical capacity, the importance of creation to confine ourselves to be voters, consumers, policy or property or literature. Speak and write without thinking for yourself, someone is already doing for us, out of mind knowing that there is only path to the vacuum and finally to nothing.
The triple alliance to denounce Kraus-ink, technical, death-(now the ink becomes the image) leads to extinction of the world although he is still inhabited by robots. Neither science nor technology should be an end in itself. It's a mistake to believe that progress is marked by development, when it should be the liberation of human beings and their happiness the only thing to justify it. The other is a fallacy, places the economy, the pressure of money, material wealth as the sole justification of human existence. Progress has led not only to scientific and technological development, but also the genocide, to the extent prison societies, the sophistication of the methods of torture, the military and police power, the tyranny of the market, repressive violence as the law of power, the debasement of morality, sexual exploitation of mafias and control by corrupt organizations that have their arms related by powerful economic structures, in legal and police units in political representatives, the emptying of the formulations that are grotesque, as human rights, justice, rule of law, social and international order.
conclude this preliminary approach with a quote from Karl Kraus serves mainly to define the emptiness of the language, not only in media or political discourse, but much of the literary and artistic creation of our time:

in all fields of social and cultural renewal we are witnessing the explosion of the sentence to be something factual, to become in fact, in action. Phraseology so pregnant with events, struggling with technical progress, has survived an entire world war in which he drew his sword to fight to the end gas. ______________________________________________________________

READERS 'LETTERS


Dear Andrew: The idea of \u200b\u200bXXI century Torch is excellent and the fact base it on the thought and the significance of Karl Kraus gave me a tip to the heart. Has my full support. I will gladly work and from now on. Esther Bartholomew-Pons

Dear Andrew:
Congratulations on that wonderful idea you had. Actually if there is a Karl Kraus among us, able to shake and destabilize us, that's you.
A hug and thank you very much. Juan Mayorga

courage in the work.
Why not a simile NGOs for democracy of opinion? Freedom of expression. Cordially

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CUENYA. Karl Kraus and journalists.

Karl Kraus, angry wizard, under whose mantle still echoes the blue shield of the warrior, was one of the most corrosive thinkers of the past century, an SUV of letters.
At this point, and at a time when journalists are literally hooked by the balls, subservient to business reasons and so this plan of plans, because in our country sends all the little money, few remember his genius and figure.
Kraus was something like our Ramón Gómez de la Serna as an Austrian. In this essay also excited to write nonsensical aphorisms (though with much background) as the good and greguerístico Ramon. Some of these aphorisms were written against the corruption of the press, by that time already exuded a whiff, but many others wrote against the aesthetes, politicians, psychologists, stupid and scholars. What we take Venus confessed.
If Kraus was a satyr who rebelled against the society of his time, making birth to journalists, and others, Baudelaire was little more than a pimp bitch of the verses. The point is to live under the sign of pure spirituality, or pure sexuality that cover letters that solidarity with the prostitute. As is the case of Baudelaire, which would for at least another review.
Kraus was a kind of demon to those devoted to the public. So, be careful with this illustrious personage. It is said that he used to sleep during the day, and this also seems to Ramon, and work at night. The satire was his reason for living. In it, or through, made his strength and he made himself, as he tells us
Elias Canetti, one of his disciples, in a tough school. Rediscovering
Kraus is like to feel closer to putrefaction. Reading and rereading one gets on and off game. Such is the spark that makes you want to re not writing any more in your life. His vision of reality is devastating. "Everyone can write and understand social and chance alone decides who stands out as a writer or as a lecturer at the advancing horde of chickens against the spirit." "Journalists, at least communicate what they hear, feel and see, but sometimes prostitute their interests for the sake of an omniscient and devouring ideology. What sound is it! "He exclaims. In this monumental writer came up with the utopia-sir-occurrences will make a regular goal, which functioned as an instrument of power. However, he was aware that the machinery of a newspaper needs of phrases, and labor market as a factory. And that actually is devoted to trade with the thought. "Journalists say, without us there would be no culture! Worms say, without us there would be dead!" The Exquisite Corpse and surreal is servido.El doomsday - Kraus tells us, not only will open the graves but also reading books. Then they are opened.

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Number 2. SARAMAGO. NO FLOWERS OR STATEMENTS.

must write in each moment as if it were written by first and last time. Say as much as if it were a farewell speak as well as her debut. Karl Kraus

The Saturday, June 19, there were no wreaths or speeches, or concentrations of politicians or journalists, or people who claim to represent the culture in Azinhaga. The Portuguese Alentejo village is not in favor of celebrating death: he prefers to talk about life. Centuries-long death of people supporting the workers, peasants, exploited, children without schools or hospitals to be lovers of ritual ceremonies.

Saramago, the man who first was a child and walked barefoot through the fields and land where was born, and heard the magic words of his grandfather, and knew the names of the plants, rivers, animals and people around him, the farm implements and tools; studies could not high school or college and learned trades that he was proud and knew well what is to be a mechanic, locksmith, and have spent a long time, not only for himself but for his family, own room, and had to be adult to earn money with which to buy books, and was first reader and then writer, and wondered whether to publish was easy and I said no, and rejected his books, and after a silence of many years looking rewrote his own style, until I found silence. That boy who remembered his grandparents and people who knew their land rampant theft expert, extreme crime. What must remain so until the achievement of the centuries?

No. There were flowers and celebrations by his death on the lands of the Alentejo. Saramago had written years ago: Maybe muttered, cursed earth ... damn all convicted and sentenced, pain of being born ... Mary, how death has been seen by these lands.

In Lisbon, if you "celebrate?" death. Broadcast live speeches, words, faces of those attending the ritual. Televisions, radios and newspapers. Soon the politicians, intellectuals, people of power, the media return to their normal lives. They had starred in the drama of the funeral. The ashes of the writer, the man returned to his home, nothing. He was the son of the soil, poverty. He grew silent. Met exclusion, including insults and contempt. And one day he took his knowledge of literature, against them, who represent the world, now, on his death, come to be portrayed by him, he can no longer defend, accuse, or show ironic and lucid look at the extras that do not even hesitate to speak each other, of "commitment."

thought to initiate this second issue of Torch XXI century with a first reflection against intellectuals. Then came the death of Saramago, in which never again to speak, but that has left me many years of friendship and words that surely will arise in some of these jobs. Like: I'ma professional skeptic. We live in a world of systematic lies. The spectacle of the world is quite depressing. If something does not change the history of mankind is the exploitation and manipulation by the Church, politics, personal relationships. Would have to reinvent democracy. The city is merely a facade used by those who rule in democracy: economic and financial policy.

The lies of those in his death spoke the word commitment in their mouths, to Mariano Rajoy El Pais. And kings, prime ministers, politicians, writers market and genuflection. Missing bankers only. Saramago talked on numerous occasions and I on the word commitment. Before writer is to be human. And it is the human being to be committed in all their actions by the search for a less dirty and corrupt, unequal and unfair. So it was bizarre, grotesque ritual burial ceremonies those who monopolized. Saramago always said that some crying in the wilderness, that consumerism has perverted minds. Life is but a lie in a comedy or tragedy. Echo in her words of Goethe: "Men who think deeply serious and are not well regarded by the public ... It is difficult to deal with errors at the time, if we fight, we were alone, and if we yield to them, they get no honor or happiness.

was good that no wreaths, no speeches, no political or intellectual Azinhaga would come to that there is known too much of death, preferring to remember the life of his son rebel without spectacles.

Three days before he died Saramago, Pilar del Rio, his wife, I wrote a few words about this torch whose number 1 I had just published. Told them:

"What a good idea. I wanted to congratulate Andrew. We are quite lost in the world because Bob is not in good health. See if one of these in a loophole that look I call. At home we get your books, what you write about Jose, other news. Neatly set out, one thing is that after thanking fulfill. Sorry, but we lack the basics. And it does not blame the lack of time, which is what it is and not flinch. A kiss and thanks for sending the initiative. Hopefully we can collaborate. Pilar.

Night Saramago's death, I wrote to Pilar: Pilar

: on this day terrible, absurd, I can only tell you that when you replenish, I would talk to you. Now the words are superfluous. It's time to inner feelings, of memory that has been stored memories, words, thoughts, and especially soil rise that we bow to keep fighting for the future, that future that always, always be with us Saramago . Andrew.

I have heard many messages and many contributions to the newspaper. In future issues, as far as possible, we realize each other.

Where appropriate a culture of operetta begin to flaunt their warlike enthusiasm. Its writers are mercenaries. Types totally irresponsible, one day throwing up the news a premiere and the following the outbreak of war. Karl Kraus. 1912

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Number 1. KARL KRAUS. 14-21 July 2010

When Karl Kraus published the first issue of its magazine Die Fackel, The Torch, said

trying to be a light in the midst of a grim fate.

Kraus was born in 1874. From 1899 until his death, 1936, published 912 numbers, more than 30,000 printed pages. Unpublished left his book The third night of Walpurgis written in the summer of 1933, months after Hitler's rise to power. The work would see the light in 1952. It was a relentless reporting, literary and political, of Nazism.
In his journal, Kraus, in deliveries that lasted several years, he published his extraordinary creation The Last Days of Humanity, a claim against the development and decay of human society and the possibility of achieving a more just and happy. It focused on terrorism and genocide caused by the first world war that caused so much havoc to human beings and nature, denouncing the political, economic, military, religious and journalism itself, allied to them, and cause of the tragedy . In its first ten years of existence, the torch made room for, among others, the work of Theodor W. Adorno, Walter Benjamin, Alban Berg, Bertold Brecht, Elias Canetti, Sigmund Freud, Max Horkheimer, Oskar Kokoscha, Adolf Loos, Heinrich Mann, Arnold Schoenberg, August Strindberg, George Trakl. From 1911 until his death was Kraus who took over in total solitude, most papers published in the magazine, with his caustic humor, their expansive culture, their language refined, its critical violence. They denounced economic corruption, police brutality, poverty of the press, pan-Germanism, public morality, exploitation of women, the civilization based on science, technology, communication, economic - the stock market, understood as progress instead of emancipating driving to destruction. The press was overwhelmingly for him a triple alliance of ink, technical, and death, so invited to collaborate with him in denouncing the "rogue journalism."

In 2010 we are engaged in an undeclared war, less bloody, but with terrible consequences for the freedom, the progress of society, the very existence of human beings. We speak of local conflicts that continue to succeed in various stages of the world, the famines that took the lives of millions of people, the constant attacks of the nature of the devastation of thought submitted by the media to an authentic mass destruction intelligence, the difference of cultures dominated by leisure international oligopolies. A unified world in terrible, blind obedience, powerlessness, sclerosis of the left organizations, economic terrorism imposed by the multinational exploitation and crime. Our torch is intended to be one of those cries of rebellion they arise, individual or collective, in the network. Invited to participate in it with partners who wish to express their opinions, suggestions, brief papers, reviews, complaints, Utopian the deepest sense of journalism: the bullet that explodes in the reader's complacency. Will be reflected in the numbers that appear in this newspaper-blog. These collaborations can address my particular email:
andres@andressorel.com

Kraus did not forget the perversion of language, language that has now emptied of content words and concepts such as democracy, justice, freedom, rule of law culture, human rights. So his inseparable friend Walter Benjamin wrote of him:
"Evening Walk linguistic constructions of the newspapers and after the rigid facade of spy cliches interiors, discovered in the orgies of black magic and statutory rape lie of the words "
Kraus asked a century ago We now ask ourselves: is it possible
literature as absolute reigns of horrors?
That is question that we provide to all those who want to collaborate in this new torch.

This work was written in early June 2010. In a Zeberio Valley. It started one morning at dawn. I left the house plunging into the deep forest. The fog had swallowed. Only in the distance, emerging from the abyss of nothingness, glimpsed the peaks of the mountains. Under them all was a deep, dense, continuous and thick white patches of emerging from the songs of hundreds of birds engrossed in blindness. Next the path where my feet were floating higher and watched the bare branches of pine, spruce, ash, trade winds. Gradually, the fog was lifting, unobscured by the upward momentum of the sun and ocean mist began to appear blurred silhouettes of the burnt house, the chapel in recent centuries and attracted pagan religious ceremonies and celebrations to the people scattered the valley. When the sun is peppered with light nature discovering its many shades, I became aware of the repetitive routine news were aware of some events in the last hours in the world: a taxi driver was murdered in London before his own suicide, a ten people could not specify whether they were nine, maybe some more, the components of the Turkish flotilla was heading to Gaza and had lost their lives gunned down by Israeli military forces, the English political and trade union bureaucrats, to the laughter of the employers and the fascist party of the opposition continued their chant addled on the issue of labor reform and social peace and termed these entelechies designed for the greater glory of the rulers of the capital, and repeated and repeated tiring other news, the sports events, from weather forecasts to the bedroom scenes and more or less held or bereaved related stories Sex ... Everything was light, mountains and valleys studded with plants and trees waking up around me. Floated under the watchful eye of blue sky and the sun, an infinite space traveler, undulating ridges of jagged peaks, remaining on the earth, under the deepest fog and not entirely clear, thick, lush green islands. Ah, it was agreed to stress the officials strike on day 8. Neoverticales unions, vulgar grateful repast officials would fulfill his pact with the government and business leaders, more refined and expensive taste for the pittance, and a virtual strike would make his day before the humorous appreciation and applause from the extreme right in its safe to walk to the tyranny of absolute power. For a moment I struggled to put myself in the time lived. Kraus remained silent when he heard, in some mountain or valley in the Swiss Alps, which had broken out, that was the word used by the newspapers, "the European war. His gaze wandered through a landscape similar to what I now beheld. Nearly a hundred years ago in the conventional measurement. When unfolded before his eyes and looked at his newspaper headlines, smiled at the eloquent appeal to the sacrifice of the nation. Was necessary to defend our homeland and killing their most illustrious sons. And the Emperor, and the arms manufacturer, and the cardinal and the editor, during a banquet on their way to people, because "as everyone knows" they will represent.

My audience and I understand perfectly: he did not hear what I say and I do not say what he wants to hear

K. Kraus

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