sábado, 17 de marzo de 2007

Yo, la historia


Me presento. Soy la historia. Dicen por ahí que he perdido la memoria, que estoy contaminada por la ficción. ¿Hago historia? El jueguito comenzó con el afiebrado Nietzsche (¿no publicó el condenado un libro sobre mi supuesto “uso y abuso”?). Abusada yo, empezando por el seudo artista de Buckhardt (aunque su amor por el Renacimiento era incomparable), quién quería convertirme en una estética antropológica; de su influencia salió ese volumen insoportable de Thomas Mann, Los Buddenbrooks (¿quién puede meterse ese petardo?). Ah, si no fuera hubiera sido por talentos como Dilthey, Durkheim o mi querido Weber (qué genio racionalista) ¿qué hubiera sido de mí? Lástima que lo entendieran todo como una ley irremediable de transformación social. ¿Los poetas modernos? Me hicieron mierda: Marinetti y Maiakovskii me odiaban. Valery escribió que yo era “lo más peligroso de la química del intelecto”, Gottfried Benn apuntó, “La historia ni enseña ni justifica nada”. Los llamados historiadores... Spengler, tú que parecías atinado, terminaste nihilista. Los filósofos lo mismo; Ortega me comparó con el teatro español: “un anacronismo”. Roquentin, ese historiador orate en La Nausea de Sartre, se la pasa atolondrado todo el tiempo investigando la vida de un tipo oscuro del siglo XVIII (o el anti-historicismo de Camus en El extranjero. Meursault de “inocente” no tenía un pelo). ¿Qué coño quieren de mí? Mi labor es ver, recordar y decir la verdad. No predicar, ni teologizar, ni fabricarles un mundo lindo y divertido. Si ustedes están desquiciados y sólo piensan en arrasarlo todo, ¿qué culpa tengo yo? Repito con Azorín: ¡Maldita humanidad, harta estoy de tu incomprensión!

27 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

No hay historia. Hay historiadores.

Anónimo dijo...

Ya es hora...
Si es Goya tiene que ser bueno.

Sir Nuda

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

Tienes razon Sir Nuda,

Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes
Ya es hora (It is time)
plate 80
Etching, burnished aquatint and burin
205 x 150 mm.

jr dijo...

Y, por fin, historia... ¿lo asbsolverás o no lo absolverás?

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

La mierda con el tiempo se pone mas dura, acaso para de apestar, pero sigue siendo mierda!

Anónimo dijo...

"La gente esta atrapada en la historia y la historia en ellos." J. Buckhardt

LuiSoler dijo...

Ayer, por ejemplo, en qué medida o porción la historia quedó reescrita por falta de protagonistas.

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

Luis,
Cuando se trata de cambiar, guiar, o "reescribir" la historia, ya pierde su valor. Existe solo una historia, lo otro es nuestro invento, o mejor dicho, fracaso.

Anónimo dijo...

Rolling Stones;
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
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Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
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Oh, yeah...

Mickey Mouse Jagger

Anónimo dijo...

What we do about history matters. The often repeated saying that those who forget the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them has a lot of truth in it. But what are 'the lessons of history'? The very attempt at definition furnishes ground for new conflicts. History is not a recipe book; past events are never replicated in the present in quite the same way. Historical events are infinitely variable and their interpretations are a constantly shifting process. There are no certainties to be found in the past.

We can learn from history how past generations thought and acted, how they responded to the demands of their time and how they solved their problems. We can learn by analogy, not by example, for our circumstances will always be different than theirs were. The main thing history can teach us is that human actions have consequences and that certain choices, once made, cannot be undone. They foreclose the possibility of making other choices and thus they determine future events.

Gerda Lerner

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

Luis, The cook that puts together the ingredients for a soup, is responsible for the outcome. Don't blame the taste of others, blame the cook.

Anónimo dijo...

La historia transcurre en la orilla de enfrente de los sueños

Anónimo dijo...

"La historia me absolvera."

Anónimo dijo...

Azorin azoran no me hables mas.

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

Germany may remove Hitler's citizenship

BRAUNSCHWEIG, Germany, March 12 (UPI) -- Several German officials have proposed that Nazi leader Adolf Hitler be stripped of his national citizenship for his infamous actions.

Parliamentary members from Braunschweig proposed the move to help distance the city from the Nazi leader, as the German city originally aided Hitler in obtaining national citizenship, the Times of London said.

By tabbing Hitler as a civil servant on Feb. 26, 1932, Braunschweig officially made the Austrian national a German citizen.

While legal experts are hesitant to label the citizenship move as feasible, area officials said the move could help the city move away from its ties to the Nazi leader.

"If the state of Lower Saxony as legal successor to the state of Braunschweig were to distance itself from the decision, that might help," local politician Isolde Saalmann told The Times.

Yet the parliamentary member clarified to the Times that the proposal would not simply overlook the importance of history.

"This is in no way intended as a way to belittle history by saying 'see, he wasn't a German,'" she said in The Times' article.

Anónimo dijo...

¿La historia? La historia es una puta en la cama del gobernante

El Dictador

Alfredo Triff dijo...

Hitler, un austriaco que quiso ser aleman. Beethoven, un aleman que quiso ser austriaco.

Anónimo dijo...

Eran tiempos que iniciaba mi adolescencia y mi atención estaba más ocupada en mis congéneres del sexo opuesto que en la realidad Latinoamericana por lo que me sorprendí al ver, mientras caminaba por el centro de Buenos Aires, a ese extraño personaje de uniforme verde oliva que descendía de un automóvil y se dirigía a la entrada del lujoso hotel, al cruzamos imprevistamente me tomó del hombro y me ofreció su mano - “Maravilloso país, chico” - dijo con acento caribeño antes de continuar su camino. En ese momento no supe que había estrechado la mano de quien se iba a convertir en el mayor criminal de la era moderna y responsable del asesinato de miles de personas en la región, muchos de ellos compatriotas míos.

Anónimo dijo...

El rompecabezas imposible...

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

Tumiami,
Lecuona, un Cubano que acabo siendo Canario.

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

Amigos, entren aqui, y lo resto es mierda!
http://barhabana.blogspot.com/2007/01/desopilante.html

Anónimo dijo...

Fidel , un Holguinero que quizo ser Ruso.

Anónimo dijo...

Pero no comprenden que la historia es una mierda, que hay tantas historias como historiadores, que cada tomo en el estante es otra version de Rashomon trasnochado? Que cada cuenta el cuento a su manera, que salvo el carbono 14 para darnos cuenta del tiempo, se trata de una piltrafa escrita por los que defendian este u otro poder? En cambio la literatura de ficcion... Ah! esa si relata la historia... Por lo menos no tiene compromisos. Dice lo que ve, o lo que siente, pero describe su entorno. Nadie la toma en serio como historia, pero ahi radica su enorme fidelidad para describir lo que paso en ese momento humano. Historia me cago en ti. Ni para aprender a tomar mejores decisiones me has servido. CD

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

HAPPY SAINT PATRICKS DAY!!

La Mano Poderosa dijo...

Pious legend credits Patrick with banishing snakes from the island, though post-glacial Ireland never actually had snakes; one suggestion is that snakes referred to the serpent symbolism of the Druids of that time and place, as shown for instance on coins minted in Gaul (see Carnutes), or that it could have referred to beliefs such as Pelagianism, symbolized as “serpents”. Legend also credits Patrick with teaching the Irish about the concept of the Trinity by showing people the shamrock, a 3-leaved clover, using it to highlight the Christian belief of 'three divine persons in the one God' (as opposed to the Arian belief that was popular in Patrick's time). Whether or not these legends are true, the very fact that there are so many legends about Patrick shows how important his ministry was to Ireland. Some Irish legends involve the Oilliphéist, the Caoránach, and the Copóg Phádraig.
The 12th century work Acallam na Senórach tells of Patrick being met by two ancient warriors, Caílte mac Rónáin and Oisín, during his evangelical travels. The two were once members of Fionn mac Cumhaill's warrior band the Fianna, and somehow survived to Patrick's time. They travel with the saint and tell him their stories.

Anónimo dijo...

Lindo comentario de CD.

Anónimo dijo...

La historia, tu historia mi historia.