「―But they're shit. ―And yet at the same time they're art. Exquisite pieces of art. They are literally incredible. ―No, they're literally shit is literally what they are.」
「―Pero si son mierda. ―Y al mismo tiempo son arte. Obras exquisitas de arte. Son literalmente increíbles. ―No, son literalmente mierda, eso es lo que son literalmente.」
*David Foster Wallace. *The suffering Channel. David Foster Wallace, 2004.
「Non popolo arabo, non popolo balcanico, non popolo antico | ma nazione vivente, ma nazione europea: | e cosa sei? Terra di infanti, affamati, corrotti, | governanti impiegati di agrari, prefetti codini, | avvocatucci unti di brillantina e i piedi sporchi, | funzionari liberali carogne come gli zii bigotti, | una caserma, un seminario, una spiaggia libera, un casino! | Milioni di piccoli borghesi come milioni di porci | pascolano sospingendosi sotto gli illesi palazzotti, | tra case coloniali scrostate ormai come chiese. | Proprio perché tu sei esistita, ora non esisti, | proprio perché fosti cosciente, sei incosciente. | E solo perché sei cattolica, non puoi pensare | che il tuo male è tutto il male: colpa di ogni male. | | Sprofonda in questo tuo bel mare, libera il mondo」
「No pueblo árabe, no pueblo balcánico, no pueblo antiguo | sino nación viva, sino nación europea: | ¿Y qué eres? Tierra de niños, hambrientos, corrompidos, | gobernantes asalariados de los terratenientes, | gobernadores reaccionarios, abogaduchos untados de brillantina y con los pies sucios, funcionarios liberales tan carroña como los tíos beatos, | un cuartel, un seminario, una playa libre, un burdel. | Millones de pequeñoburgueses como millones de cerdos | pastan arrastrándose bajo palacetes intactos, | entre casas coloniales desconchadas como iglesias. | Porque has existido, ahora no existes, | porque has sido consciente, eres inconsciente. | Y sólo porque eres católica, no puedes pensar | que tu mal es todo el mal: culpa de todo mal. || Naufraga en ese hermoso mar tuyo, libera al mundo.」
*Pier Paolo Pasolini. *Alla mia nazione. Pier Paolo Pasolini [Voz: Vittorio Gassman | Trad.: ugdm]
「'An IQ test?' 'No. Empathy.' 'I'll have to put on my glasses.' She reached to open a drawer of her dressing-table. 'If you can mark the score without your glasses you can take this test. I'll show you some pictures and ask you several questions. Meanwhile -', He got up and walked to her, and, bending, pressed the adhesive pad of sensitive grids against her deeply tinted check. 'And this light,' he said, adjusting the angle of the pencil beam, 'and that's it.' 'Do you think I'm an android? Is that it?' Her voice had faded almost to extinction. 'I'm not an android. I haven't even been on Mars; I've never even seen an android!' Her elongated lashes shuddered involuntarily; he saw her trying to appear calm. 'Do you have information that there's an android in the cast? I'd be glad to help you, and if I were an android would I be glad to help you?' 'An android,' he said, 'doesn't care what happens to another android. That's one of the indications we look for.'」
「—¿Un test de CI? —No. De empatía. —Tengo que ponerme las gafas —se movió para abrir una gaveta de su tocador. —Si puede anotar su partitura sin las gafas también puede hacer sin ellas el test. Le mostraré algunas figura y le haré unas preguntas. Mientras tanto... —se puso de pie, se acercó a ella e inclinándose, ajustó el disco adhesivo de malla metálica sensible a su mejilla—Y esta luz —agregó, ajustando el ángulo del haz de luz—, y ya está. —¿Cree que soy una androide? ¿Es por eso? —su voz parecía desvanecida— No lo soy. Jamás he estado en Marte, jamás he visto siquiera un androide —sus pestañas alargadas temblaron involuntariamente; él advirtió que trataba de mostrarse tranquila—¿Ha recibido usted la información de que hay un androide en el elenco? Me gustaría ayudarle. Si fuera una androide no querría hacerlo. —A un androide no le importa lo que le ocurra a otro androide —respondió él—Esa es una de las señales que buscamos.」
*Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Philip K. Dick, 1968.
「Help save the youth of America. Help save them from themselves. Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys and the Californian girls. When the lights go out in the rest of the World, what do our cousins say? They're playing in the sun and having fun, fun, fun till Daddy takes the gun away. From the Big Church to the Big River and out to the Shining Sea. This is the Land of Opportunity and there's a Monkey Trial on TV. A nation with their freezers full are dancing in their seats while outside another nation is sleeping in the streets. Don't tell me the old, old story, tell me the truth this time, is the Man in the Mask or the Indian an enemy or a friend of mine?
Help save the youth of America. Help save the youth of the world. Help save the boys in uniform, their mothers and their faithful girls. Listen to the voice of the soldier down in the killing zone, talking about the cost of living and the price of bringing him home. They're already shipping the body bags down by the Rio Grande, but you can fight for democracy at home and not in some foreign land. And the fate of the great United States is entwined in the fate of us all, and the incident at Tschernobyl proves the world we live in is very small. And the cities of Europe have burned before and they may yet burn again. And if they do I hope you understand that Washington will burn with them, Omaha will burn with them, Los Alamos will burn with them.」
*Talking With The Taxman About Poetry. Billy Bragg, 1986. *Help Save the Youth of America. Billy Bragg, 1986.
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