Thursday, January 08, 2009


Satisfaction versión macho

Unha versión supercoñeira do vídeo orixinal. Só apto para bears. LOL!

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Algo hai que facer coa agricultura... e co que consumimos.

A BBC publicaba hai uns días un interesante artigo sobre a urxente necesidade de cambiar a nosa alimentación. Desta vez non se fala do consumo de comida-lixo, senón do desfasados que están os sistemas de produción agrícola no mundo. E de que vai sendo hora de que os políticos e demais panda de mangoneadores reparen niso. Á parte queda a produción de carne, peixe e marisco.

Velaquí vai un poema de Allen Ginsberg que me veu á mente ao ler o artigo da BBC.

A Supermarket in California

  What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked 
down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking 
at the full moon.
  In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon
fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
  What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at 
night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
--and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

  I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
  I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?  
What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
  I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you,
and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
  We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy 
tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the 

  Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
  (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and
feel absurd.)
  Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade
to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
  Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automo-
biles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
  Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America
did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a 
smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of
--Berkeley, 1955

(Non dei feito para poder manter o formato orixinal. Non me deixa.)


Siouxsie and the Banshees- "Red Light"

Un video un tanto raro...