FACEBOOK , JOSEPH AND OTHER VIRTUALITY
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Testicle Wax Television
few days ago died in a helicopter crash the general director of Carabineros, Alejandro Bernales, who was traveling with his wife and other officials with their wives, all dead. At issue was given disproportionate coverage (THIS IS FOR JOURNALISM delicious!), Which made us forget the cold temperatures and the most tangible of Chile in recent months: the alarming fuel prices, and truckers strike and a significant sector of education. The issue put us in this pseudo political homogeneity that recalled the best times of consensus concertacionista ( missed the funeral only Communist Party, but would have been too), and initialed this trend to virtual tears to the emotionality of cardboard to which people are accustomed: Custom dismal, like the joke about the millionaire who sits at a table packed with food and drinks and feeling uncomfortable about seeing beggars with their faces glued to the counter, only manages to tell the waiter: "please take those kids out!, do not you see my heart?" . Impostada emotion and more fake currency of six dollars. and Facebook, the new Internet stupidity (which threatens to displace the blog and e-mail, and I left the fotolog up to the stone ax) , is a glaring proof of this. I put an example to a friend anthropologist, very intelligent but grossly individualistic and unable to give him 20 pesos or 5 minutes to anyone who claims to have 327 FRIENDS! Is reconfigured and further virtualizes the concept of friendship, we contacted people, with votes, customers or data, in fact, we believed buried in memory, and people which we know little. (Who can say we really know enough?). Incomunicante communication, the delirium of having the world in the palm of the hand while being increasingly alone, is evident with this device even more alienating, in which few believe (well, some, when used, think of the word progress), but many subscribe to not feel displaced from the (i) rrealidad.
And speaking of shotgun today to prepare a talk on Bolaño at the Liceo Pablo Neruda, hoped to recover "The Savage Detectives," a friend (increasingly virtual) me has in his possession. But it came to the appointment. Intended to join him in the showroom Menchaca Lira campus of Catholic University of South City. The artists José Balmes and Gracia Barros talk about their latest works. But in reality, the event was a litany of platitudes , sobamientos loin, chocherías expressed canine and anecdotes without much passion. Beyond a few technical comments of teachers of Art, preceded by flattery stocked, there were only two probing questions aimed at Balmes (Gracia Barrios lacks the gift of speech): The first one made by a student presumably left, alluded to the importance of clarity in the work, and possible strategies to enable it to be grasped by the people, by the person on the street. Balmes, known communist activist (as which, despite his exile, has something of coarseness virtual), a pelafustanada replied: "I AM CONVINCED THAT MY WORK IS VERY EASY TO UNDERSTAND." That answer to a question in my view capital these days, realizes that this is a mummy that has already given the best of them and now is unable to devise new ideas: a kind of prestige oligofrénico (AS THEY I miss the clarity of a Communist like Volodia Teitelboim, DESPITE ITS COMMON PLACES!). The second question I made myself, and alluded to the kind of poetry that could touch them and that had influenced his own spiritual and artists. The vertical body (because Grace does not speak if he does not), grossly distracted or dull in their ego "glory of the national art," he said "ARE YOU SAYING THAT WE ARE SOME SPIRITUAL? After that gross distraction from old fatwa, I sat down later and asked again, with patience sicopedagogo that poetry which could motivate and influence in his work that I utmost account of Neruda and in particular the "Canto General", but without saying why, because he ate the anecdotes and the search for a cardboard empathy (what this event will remember the elegant ladies who attended today?).
And as in this posting was talking (in very vague terms) of virtuality, I can not but recall the words from the race director of the UC Art, Renzo Vaccaro, who saw 20 people gathered in the room, spoke "great crowd", which in this context is no less, but overall seems a bitter joke. So, gentlemen, barbarism will continue devouring our forests. Not the mummies! Not the clowns or plants out of ideas, sitting on the toilet of his reputation! No art for a few! No ideas, or judgments, or friends, or artists, or virtual positions! Or do Balmes, which also has excellent paintings, as "Reality 24", year 65, which illustrates this posting, believes that a piece of wood smeared with mud and covered with polyethylene being changed one iota the objective conditions of social reality? The unreality is eating them alive to these things, once blessed. The worst thing is that not only do not know ... but do not know they do not know.
EVERY MAN SHOULD BE ABLE TO ALL THE IDEAS, AND UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WILL BE IN THE ARISING 
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