Pablo Hasél – Comunista #KLASSENKAMPF …… JETZT (oder NIE)

Pablo Hasél – Comunista videoclip.

#KLASSENKAMPF  …… JETZT (oder NIE)

La canción pertenece al nuevo trabajo del rapero español Pablo Hasel “ Sigue desnudándose la #dictadura del #capital ” que en pocos días estará disponible para su libre descarga.

Es la primera parte de una trilogía de canciones con vídeo sobre el comunismo. Especialmente dedicada a todos aquellos y aquellas que dieron y dan la #vidapor un #mundo más justo que llegará con el #socialismo. Hasta la victoria no puede haber tregua. En la producción del track está Marc Hijo de Sam y en la realización audiovisual está El Menda


Letra:

Comunista cual bolchevique apuñalando a un zar,
Porque nadie debe tener derecho a explotar.
Porque el socialismo es un cambio de base
No un parche para una herida que tiene que curarse.
Comunista como jornaleros ocupando tierras,
Que colectivizan y sueñan con duquesas muertas.
Porque la tierra ha de ser de quien la trabaja,
Se le quitará a los señoritos a las buenas o a las malas.

Comunista como José Manuel Sevillano
Muriendo en huelga de hambre sin ser un gusano.
Sin recibir dólares a cambio como esos mercenarios,
Jódete Estado, no dejaremos que sea olvidado.
Comunista como el Che tiroteado en la selva
Cuando podría haber llevado una vida burguesa.
Él fue la máxima expresión de comunismo,
Quédate con su ideología o ejemplo, no con el mito.

Comunista como Marx que sin ser obrero
Luchó por quienes picaban piedra el día entero.
El mérito de su trabajo es más que incalculable
Y aún algunos pretenden desacreditarle.
Sin escatimar esfuerzos en desarrollar una teoría,
Que beneficiara a la inmensa mayoría.
Asestando un golpe a la burguesía del que jamás se repondrá,
Tarde o temprano aplastaremos su podrida moral.

Comunista como Lenin dedicando su vida entera
Al llanto de la burguesía, al triunfo de la clase obrera.
Agitando a las masas con discursos afilados,
Expandiendo la revolución de las ciudades a los campos.
Creando conciencia de clase, el odio al opresor
Es la base para construir un mundo mejor.
Logró con argumentos organizar la rabia
Seamos la palabra que trama como su exilio en Finlandia.

LIBERTAD ES IGUALDAD DE OPORTUNIDADES,
ACABAREMOS CON EL “TANTO TIENES TANTO VALES”
DEMOCRACIA SON LEYES QUE SIRVAN AL PUEBLO,
POR ESO CONTRA ESTE ATROPELLO ME REBELO.

COMUNISTA PORQUE NO SE COME DE METAFÍSICA
Y UN CAMBIO RADICAL DE BASE LA HUMANIDAD NECESITA.
ANTIRACISTAS, ANTIMACHISTAS, EVOLUCIÓN PEDIMOS.
SOCIALISMO CIENTÍFICO, MARXISMO-LENINISMO.

Comunista como Stalin siendo el terror del burgués
Frenando la contrarevolución como se tenía que hacer.
De lo contrario los del poder ario los hubieran invadido,
Alzando las manos no se puede frenar al fascismo.
Líder ejemplar, corruptos al gulag,
Que vuelva la sociedad de la igualdad que supo comandar.
Por eso incluso con manipulación hoy aún sigue
Siendo el héroe pa millones de rusos que quieren ser libres.

Sin el yugo capitalista, sin quienes les traicionaron.
Jrushchov se merece un Kalashnikov por el ano.
Hoy por Moscú niños pegamento esnifan,
Duermen en la calle mientras pasan limusinas.
Con mafiosos forrados, la CIA aplaude.
Millones en propaganda anticomunista y toma fraude.
Pero muchos no creímos sus mentiras,
Contrastamos información y hacemos que su ejemplo viva.

Comunista como Ramón Mercader ejecutando a la rata de Trotski,
Sobraba más que un pepero en Donosti.
Muchos capitalistas hablan maravillas de él
Porque su deriva reformista no pueden temer.
Siempre pintan a Stalin como el malo,
Porque la práctica del marxismo-leninismo sus privilegios ha expropiado.
El trotskismo es un instrumento del imperialismo,
Lo dijo Fidel: siempre a comunistas han vendido.

Estilo Carrillo, en la falsa transición.
Muérete ya con tu circo, patético amigo del Borbón.
El capitalismo nunca los ha perseguido
Porque necesitan su timo, su parte más amable son.
Comunista como Engels, que teniendo capital
Rechazó ser un explotador más y junto a Marx,
Usó su poder intelectual pa servir a los hambrientos,
No pa enriquecerse a costa de su sufrimiento.

LIBERTAD ES IGUALDAD DE OPORTUNIDADES,
ACABAREMOS CON EL “TANTO TIENES TANTO VALES”
DEMOCRACIA SON LEYES QUE SIRVAN AL PUEBLO,
POR ESO CONTRA ESTE ATROPELLO ME REBELO.

COMUNISTA PORQUE NO SE COME DE METAFÍSICA
Y UN CAMBIO RADICAL DE BASE LA HUMANIDAD NECESITA.
ANTINAZIS, ANTICAPITALISTAS, EVOLUCIÓN PEDIMOS.
SOCIALISMO CIENTÍFICO, MARXISMO-LENINISMO.

Comunista como el glorioso ejército rojo,
Con cada canción antifascista que hago los honro.
De no ser por ellos igual hablaríamos alemán
Con el brazo alzado. Su vida entregaron por la libertad.
No se les puede olvidar como a cada brigada internacional
Que vino aquí a frenar a los fascistas.
Hollywood películas no les dedica.
Aunque sean de los mayores héoes de la humanidad.

Comunista como Neruda y su canto de amor a Stalingrado,
Un poeta fue cada soldado por los nazis asesinado.
Gracias a francotiradores como Iván Sidorenko,
Más de 500 cerdos racistas con su fusil cayeron.
Comunista como Mao y su revolución cultural,
Sin piedad con quien al campesino quería esclavizar.
Aún hoy inspira a numerosas guerrillas,
Que se resisten a coser pa multinacionales asesinas.

Lástima que en China pocos sigan su legado
Y el capitalismo más salvaje los haya conquistado.
Su partido comunista tiene de rojo lo que el P$OE de socialista:
otra revolución necesitan.
Dijo que la insurrección no es un banquete,
No puede ser tan pausada, fina y elegante.
Es un acto violento en el que una clase derroca a otra,
Hay que seguir luchando aunque sea previsible la derrota.

El poder nace de la boca del fusil,
Lo saben la OTAN cuando trata de invadir.
Allende lo olvidó y sin la izquierda armada,
Pinochet un golpe daba amparado por la casa blanca.
Comunista como Vietnam expulsando a los Estados Unidos,
Ejemplo de lo que puede lograr un pueblo combativo.
Ni el agente naranja pudo con su valor,
Humillación a cada yanqui genocida que a inocentes masacró.

LIBERTAD ES IGUALDAD DE OPORTUNIDADES,
ACABAREMOS CON EL “TANTO TIENES TANTO VALES”
DEMOCRACIA SON LEYES QUE SIRVAN AL PUEBLO,
POR ESO CONTRA ESTE ATROPELLO ME REBELO.

COMUNISTA PORQUE NO SE COME DE METAFÍSICA
Y UN CAMBIO RADICAL DE BASE LA HUMANIDAD NECESITA.
ANTIEXPLOTACIÓN, ANTIMISERIA, EVOLUCIÓN PEDIMOS.
SOCIALISMO CIENTÍFICO, MARXISMO-LENINISMO.

D’accord

D’accord

“Die Kunst, in sozialen Netzwerken verbindlich zu bleiben und trotzdem eine gesunde Distanz [...] zu wahren, ist mitunter eine ziemlich schwierige Kunst, wenn man dem Gegenüber zu schätzen weiß, aber es einem völlig reicht, ihn im Stream zu schätzen. Alles was darüber hinaus geht (seien es Telefonate oder gar RL-Treffen), kann ungesund und enttäuschend sein [...]“

So halte ich es “AB SOFORT” auch!

Name der Urhebers ist der Red. bekannt.

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Ernst Bloch 1885-1997

Ernst Bloch

The Principle of Hope
Introduction

Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going? What are we waiting for? What awaits us?

Many only feel confused. The ground shakes, they do not know why and with what. Theirs is a state of anxiety; if it becomes more definite, then it is fear.

Once a man travelled far and wide to learn fear. In the time that has just passed, it came easier and closer, the art was mastered in a terrible fashion. But now that the creators of fear have been dealt with, a feeling that suits us better is overdue.

It is a question of learning hope. Its work does not renounce, it is in love with success rather than failure. Hope, superior to fear, is neither passive like the latter, nor locked into nothingness. The emotion of hope goes out of itself, makes people broad instead of confining them, cannot know nearly enough of what it is that makes them inwardly aimed, of what may be allied to them outwardly. The work of this emotion requires people who throw themselves actively into what is becoming, to which they themselves belong. It will not tolerate a dog’s life which feels itself only passively thrown into What Is, which is not seen through, even wretchedly recognized. The work against anxiety about life and the machinations of fear is that against its creators, who are for the most part easy to identify, and it looks in the world itself for what can help the world; this can be found. How richly people have always dreamed of this, dreamed of the better life that might be possible. Everybody’s life is pervaded by daydreams: one part of this is just stale, even enervating escapism, even booty for swindlers, but another part is provocative, is not content just to accept the bad which exists, does not accept renunciation. This other part has hoping at its core, and is teachable. It can be extricated from the unregulated daydream and from its sly misuse, can be activated undimmed. Nobody has ever lived without daydreams, but it is a question of knowing them deeper and deeper and in this way keeping them trained unerringly, usefully, on what is right. Let the daydreams grow even fuller, since this means they are enriching themselves around the sober glance; not in the sense of clogging, but of becoming clear. Not in the sense of merely contemplative reason which takes things as they are and as they stand, but of participating reason which takes them as they go, and therefore also as they could go better. Then let the daydreams grow really fuller, that is, clearer, less random, more familiar, more clearly understood and more mediated with the course of things. So that the wheat which is trying to ripen can be encouraged to grow and be harvested.

Thinking means venturing beyond. But in such a way that what already exists is not kept under or skated over. Not in its deprivation, let alone in moving out of it. Not in the causes of deprivation, let alone in the first signs of the change which is ripening within it. That is why real venturing beyond never goes into the mere vacuum of an In-Front-of-Us, merely fanatically, merely visualizing abstractions. Instead, it grasps the New as something that is mediated in what exists and is in motion, although to be revealed the New demands the most extreme effort of will. Real venturing beyond knows and activates the tendency which is inherent in history and which proceeds dialectically. Primarily, everybody lives in the future, because they strive, past things only come later, and as yet genuine present is almost never there at all. The future dimension contains what is feared or what is hoped for; as regards human intention, that is, when it is not thwarted, it contains only what is hoped for. Function and content of hope are experienced continuously, and in times of rising societies they have been continuously activated and extended. Only in times of a declining old society, like modern Western society, does a certain partial and transitory intention run exclusively downwards. Then those who cannot find their way out of the decline are confronted with fear of hope and against it. Then fear presents itself as the subjectivist, nihilism as the objectivist mask of the crisis phenomenon: which is tolerated but not seen through, which is lamented but not changed. On bourgeois ground, especially in the abyss which has opened and into which the bourgeoisie has moved, change is impossible anyway even if it were desired, which is by no means the case. In fact, bourgeois interest would like to draw every other interest opposed to it into its own failure; so, in order to drain the new life, it makes its own agony apparently fundamental, apparently ontological. The futility of bourgeois existence is extended to be that of the human situation in general, of existence per se. Without success in the long run, of course: the bourgeois emptiness that has developed is as ephemeral as the class which alone still expresses itself within it, and as spineless as the illusory existence of its own bad immediacy with which it is in league. Hopelessness is itself, in a temporal and factual sense, the most insupportable thing, downright intolerable to human needs. Which is why even deception, if it is to be effective, must work with flatteringly and corruptly aroused hope. Which is also why hope is preached from every pulpit, but is confined to mere inwardness or to empty promises of the other world. Which is why even the latest miseries of Western philosophy are no longer able to present their philosophy of misery without loaning the idea of transcendence, venturing beyond, from the bank. All this means is that man is essentially determined by the future, but with the cynically self-interested inference, hypostasized from its own class position, that the future is the sign outside the No Future night club, and the destiny of man nothingness. Well: let the dead bury their dead; even in the hesitation which the outstaying night draws over it, the beginning day is listening to something other than the putridly stifling, hollowly nihilistic death-knell. As long as man is in a bad way, both private and public existence are pervaded by daydreams; dreams of a better life than that which has so far been given him. In what is false, and all the more so in what is genuine, every human intention is applied on to this ground. And even where the ground, as so often before, may deceive us, full of sandbanks one moment, full of chimeras the next, it can only be condemned and possibly cleared up through combined research into objective tendency and subjective intention. Corruptio optimi pessima: fraudulent hope is one of the greatest malefactors, even enervators, of the human race, concretely genuine hope its most dedicated benefactor. Thus, knowing-concrete hope subjectively breaks most powerfully into fear, objectively leads most efficiently towards the radical termination of the contents of fear. Together with informed discontent which belongs to hope, because they both arise out of the No to deprivation.

Thinking means venturing beyond. Admittedly, venturing beyond has not been all that adept at finding its thinking until now. Or even if it was found, there were too many bad eyes around which did not see the matter clearly. Lazy substitution, current copying representation, the pig’s bladder of a reactionary, but also schematizing Zeitgeist, these repressed what had been discovered. Marx’s work marks the turning-point in the process of concrete venturing beyond becoming conscious. But around this point deeply ingrained habits of thinking cling to a world without Front. Not only man is in a bad way here, but so is the insight into his hope. Intending is not heard in its characteristic anticipating tone, objective tendency is not recognized in its characteristic anticipatory powerfulness. The desiderium, the only honest attribute of all men, is unexplored. The Not-Yet-Conscious, Not-Yet-Become, although it fulfils the meaning of all men and the horizon of all being, has not even broken through as a word, let alone as a concept. This blossoming field of questions lies almost speechless in previous philosophy. Forward dreaming, as Lenin says, was not reflected on, was only touched on sporadically, did not attain the concept appropriate to it. Until Marx, expectation and what is expected, the former in the subject, the latter in the object, the oncoming as a whole did not take on a global dimension, in which it could find a place, let alone a central one. The huge occurrence of utopia in the world is almost unilluminated explicitly. Of all the strange features of ignorance, this is one of the most conspicuous. In his first attempt at a Latin grammar, M. Terentius Varro is said to have forgotten the future tense; philosophically, it has still not been adequately considered to this day. This means: an overwhelmingly static thinking did not name or even understand this condition, and it repeatedly closes off as something finished what has become its lot. As contemplative knowledge it is by definition solely knowledge of what can be contemplated, namely of the past, and it bends an arch of closed form-contents out of Becomeness over the Unbecome. Consequently, even where it is grasped historically, this world is a world of repetition or of the great Time-and-Again; it is a palace of fateful events, as Leibniz called it without breaking out of it. Occurrence becomes history, knowledge re-remembering, celebration the observance of something that has been. This is how all previous philosophers went about it, with their form, idea or substance posited as being finished, even postulating Kant, even dialectical Hegel. In this way physical and metaphysical need spoiled its appetite, in particular its paths to outstanding satisfaction, certainly not just that achieved in books, were blocked. Hope, with its positive correlate: the still unclosed determinateness of existence, superior to any res finita, does not therefore occur in the history of the sciences, either as psychological or as cosmic entity and least of all as functionary of what has never been, of the possible New. Therefore: a particularly extensive attempt is made in this book to bring philosophy to hope, as to a place in the world which is as inhabited as the best civilized land and as unexplored as the Antarctic. In critical and further elaborated connection with the contents of the author’s previous books, ‘Traces’, especially ‘The Spirit of Utopia’, ‘Thomas Münzer’, ‘Legacy of this Time’, ‘Subject-Object’. Longing, expectation, hope therefore need their hermeneutics, the dawning of the In-Front-of-Us demands its specific concept, the Novum demands its concept of the Front. And all this so that ultimately the royal road through the mediated realm of possibility to the necessarily Intended can be critically laid, and can remain orientated, without being broken off. Docta spes, comprehended hope, thus illuminates the concept of a principle in the world, a concept which will no longer leave it. For the very reason that this principle has always been in the process of the world, but philosophically excluded for so long. Since there is absolutely no conscious production of history along whose path of informed tendency the goal would not likewise be all, the concept of the utopian (in the positive sense of the word) principle, that of hope and its contents worthy of human beings, is an absolutely central one here. Indeed, what is designated by this concept lies in the horizon of the consciousness that is becoming adequate of any given thing, in the risen horizon that is rising even higher. Expectation, hope, intention towards possibility that has still not become: this is not only a basic feature of human consciousness, but, concretely corrected and grasped, a basic determination within objective reality as a whole. Since Marx, no research into truth and no realistic judgement is possible at all which will be able to avoid the subjective and objective hope-contents of the world without paying the penalty of triviality or reaching a dead-end. Philosophy will have conscience of tomorrow, commitment to the future, knowledge of hope, or it will have no more knowledge. And the new philosophy, as it was initiated by Marx, is the same thing as the philosophy of the New, this entity which expects, destroys or fulfils us all. Its consciousness is the openness of danger and of the victory which is to be brought about in those conditions. Its space is the objectively real possibility within process, along the path of the Object [Objekt] itself, in which what is radically intended by man is not delivered anywhere but not thwarted anywhere either. Its concern, to which all its energies must be devoted, remains what is truly hoping in the subject, truly hoped for in the object [Gegenstand]: our task is to research the function and content of this central Thing For Us.

The good New is never that completely new. It acts far beyond the daydreams by which life is pervaded and of which the figurative arts are full. All freedom movements are guided by utopian aspirations, and all Christians know them after their own fashion too, with sleeping conscience or with consternation, from the exodus and messianic parts of the Bible. In addition, the merging of have and have-not constituted by longing and hope, and by the drive to reach home again, has in any case been burrowing in great philosophy. Not only in Plato’s Eros, but also in the far-reaching Aristotelian concept of matter as that of possibility towards essence, and in Leibniz’s concept of tendency. Hope acts unmediatedly in the Kantian postulates of moral consciousness, it acts in a world-based, mediated way in Hegel’s historical dialectic. However, despite all these Enlightenment patrols and even expeditions into terram utopicam, there is something broken off about them all, broken off by contemplation. Most obviously perhaps in Hegel, who ventured out furthest: What Has Been overwhelms what is approaching, the collection of things that have become totally obstructs the categories Future, Front, Novum. Thus the utopian principle could not achieve a breakthrough, either in the archaic-mythical world, despite exodus from this, or in the urbane-rationalistic one, despite explosive dialectics. The reason for this is invariably that both the archaic-mythical and the urbane-rationalistic cast of mind are contemplative-idealistic, consequently, being merely passive-contemplative, they presuppose a closed world that has already become, including the projected over-world in which What Has Become is reflected. The gods of perfection in the former, the ideas or ideals in the latter are in their illusory being just as much res finitae as the so-called facts of this world in their empirical being. Future of the genuine, processively open kind is therefore sealed off from and alien to any mere contemplation.

Only thinking directed towards changing the world and informing the desire to change it does not confront the future (the unclosed space for new development in front of us) as embarrassment and the past as spell. Hence the crucial point is: only knowledge as conscious theory-practice confronts Becoming and what can be decided within it, conversely, contemplative knowledge can only refer by definition to What Has Become. In myth, the direct expression of this pull towards What Has Been, this relation to What Has Become is self-absorption, is the urge towards the immemorial, also the continual predominance of what is truly pagan, namely astral-mythic, the fixed dome arching over all occurrence. The methodical expression of the same connection to the past, estrangement from the future in rationalism is Plato’s anamnesis, or the doctrine that all knowledge is simply re-remembering. Re-remembering of the ideas perceived before birth, of totally primal past or what is ahistorically eternal. Whereby Beingness simply coincides with Been-ness, and the owl of Minerva always begins its flight only after dusk has fallen, when a form of life has already become old. Even Hegel’s dialectic, in its ultimate ‘circle of circles’, is similarly inhibited by the phantom of anamnesis and banished into the antiquarium. Marx was the first to posit the pathos of change instead of this, as the beginning of a theory which does not resign itself to contemplation and interpretation. The rigid divisions between future and past thus themselves collapse, unbecome future becomes visible in the past, avenged and inherited, mediated and fulfilled past in the future. Past that is grasped in isolation and clung to in this way is a mere commodity category, that is, a reified Factum without consciousness of its Fieri and of its continuing process. But true action in the present itself occurs solely in the totality of this process which is unclosed both backwards and forwards, materialistic dialectics becomes the instrument to control this process, the instrument of the mediated, controlled Novum. The Ratio of the bourgeois epoch which remained progressive is the next inheritance for this (minus ideology which is tied to its location and the increasing emptying of contents). But this Ratio is not the sole inheritance, on the contrary, preceding societies and even many myths in them (again minus mere ideology and particularly minus pre-scientifically preserved superstition) may also provide a philosophy which has surmounted the bourgeois barrier of knowledge with possibly progressive inherited material, even though, as is obvious, this material particularly requires elucidation, critical acquisition, functional change. Consider for example the role of purpose (Where To, What For) in pre- capitalist world-pictures or even the meaning of quality in their non-.mechanical concept of nature. Consider the myth of Prometheus, whom Marx calls the most distinguished saint in the philosophical calendar. Consider the myth of the Golden Age and its transposition into the future in the messianic consciousness of so many oppressed classes and peoples. Marxist philosophy, as that which at last adequately addresses what is becoming and what is approaching, also knows the whole of the past in creative breadth, because it knows no past other than the still living, not yet discharged past. Marxist philosophy is that of the future, therefore also of the future in the past; thus, in this collected consciousness of Front, it is living theory-practice of comprehended tendency, familiar with occurrence, in league with the Novum. And the crucial point remains: the light, in whose appearance the processive- unclosed Totum is depicted and promoted, is called docta spes, dialectical-materialistically comprehended hope. The basic theme of philosophy which remains and is, in that it becomes, is the still unbecome, still unachieved homeland, as it develops outwards and upwards in the dialectical-materialistic struggle of the New with the old.

Furthermore a signal is set for this. A forward signal which enables us to overtake, not to trot behind. Its meaning is Not-Yet, and the task is to grasp it thoroughly. In line with what Lenin meant in a passage which has come to be very much praised over the years, but not so eagerly taken to heart: ‘’What must we dream of?” I have written these words down and am shocked. I imagine I am sitting in a ‘coordination conference’ and opposite me are sitting the editors and staff of the ‘Rabocheye Dyelo’. And then Comrade Martinov stands up and turns to me menacingly: “May I be permitted to ask if an autonomous editorial staff still has the right to dream without previously consulting the Party committee?” And after him Comrade Kritschevski stands up and (philosophically expanding the ideas of Comrade Martinov who has long been expanding those of Comrade Plekhanov) continues even more menacingly: “I’ll go further than that. I’m asking whether a Marxist has the right to dream at all, unless he forgets that according to Marx humanity only sets itself tasks that it can solve, and that tactics are a process of growth of these tasks, which grow together with the Party?”

I shudder at the mere thought of these menacing questions, and I wonder where I can hide. I will try and hide behind Pissarev.

“One gulf is different to another,” wrote Pissarev concerning the gulf between dream and reality. “My dreams can overtake the natural course of events, or they can go off at complete tangents, down paths that the natural course of events can never tread. In the first case dreaming is totally harmless; it can even encourage and strengthen the working man’s power to act … There is nothing about such dreams which impairs or cripples creativity. In fact, quite the contrary. If a person were completely devoid of all capability of dreaming in this way, if he were not able to hasten ahead now and again to view in his imagination as a unified and completed picture the work which is only now beginning to take shape in his hands, then I find it absolutely impossible to imagine what would motivate the person to tackle and to complete extensive and strenuous pieces of work in the fields of art, science, and practical life … The gulf between dream and reality is not harmful if only the dreamer seriously believes in his dream, if he observes life attentively, compares his observations with his castles in the air and generally works towards the realization of his dream-construct conscientiously. There only has to be some point of contact between dream and life for everything to be in the best order.”

In our movement there are unfortunately precious few dreams of this kind. And those people are chiefly responsible for this who boast how sober they are and how “close” they stand to the “concrete,” and those are the representatives of legitimate criticism and the illegitimate politics of trotting behind’ (Lenin, What is to be Done?).

So let a further signal be set for forward dreaming. This book deals with nothing other than hoping beyond the day which has become. The theme of the five parts of this work (written between 1938 and 1947, revised in 1953 and 1959) is the dreams of a better life. Their unmediated, but principally their mediatable features and contents are broadly taken up, explored and tested. And the path leads via the little waking dreams to the strong ones, via the wavering dreams that can be abused to the rigorous ones, via the shifting castles in the air to the One Thing that is outstanding and needful. So the book begins with daydreams of an average kind, lightly and freely selected from youth to old age. They fill the first part: report, concerning the man in the street and unregulated wishes. This is immediately followed, founding and supporting everything else, by the second and fundamental part: the examination of anticipatory consciousness. For reasons founded in the subject itself, the foundation makes many sections of this part no easy reading, but of gradually increasing difficulty. But, to the reader who is being informed by it and being led deeper into it, it equally becomes of decreasing difficulty. The interesting nature of the subject also relieves the effort of assimilating it, just as the light above is part of climbing a mountain, and climbing a mountain is part of the inspiring view at the top. Hunger, the main drive, must be worked out here, and the way it proceeds to the rejection of deprivation, that is, to the most important expectant emotion: hope. A central task in this part is the discovery and unmistakable notation of the ‘Not-Yet-Conscious’. That is: a relatively still Unconscious disposed towards its other side, forwards rather than backwards. Towards the side of something new that is dawning up, that has never been conscious before, not, for example, something forgotten, something rememberable that has been, something that has sunk into the subconscious in repressed or archaic fashion. From Leibniz’s discovery of the subconscious via the Romantic psychology of night and primeval past to the psychoanalysis of Freud, essentially only ‘backward dawning’ has previously been described and investigated. People thought they had discovered that everything present is loaded with memory, with past in the cellar of the No-Longer-Conscious. What they had not discovered was that there is in present material, indeed in what is remembered itself, an impetus and a sense of being broken off, a brooding quality and an anticipation of Not-Yet-Become; and this broken-off and broached material does not take place in the cellar of consciousness, but on its Front. So it is a question here of the psychological processes of approaching, which are so characteristic above all for youth, for times of change, for the adventures of productivity, for all phenomena therefore in which Unbecome is located and seeks to articulate itself. The anticipatory thus operates in the field of hope; so this hope is not taken only as emotion, as the opposite of fear (because fear too can of course anticipate), but more essentially as a directing act of a cognitive kind (and here the opposite is then not fear, but memory). The imagination and the thoughts of future intention described in this way are utopian, this again not in a narrow sense of the word which only defines what is bad (emotively reckless picturing, playful form of an abstract kind), but rather in fact in the newly tenable sense of the forward dream, of anticipation in general. And so the category of the Utopian, beside the usual, justifiably pejorative sense, possesses the other, in no way necessarily abstract or unworldly sense, much more centrally turned towards the world: of overtaking the natural course of events. Thus understood, the theme of the second part is the utopian function and its contents. The exposition examines the relationship of this function to ideology, to archetypes, to ideals, to symbols, to the categories Front and Novum, Nothing and Homeland, to the fundamental problem of the Here and Now. Here, against all stale and static nihilism, it must be borne in mind: even the Nothing is a utopian category, though an extremely anti-utopian one. Far from forming a nullifying basis or being a background of this kind (so that the day of being lies between two absolute nights), the Nothing is – exactly like the positive Utopicum: Homeland or the All – simply ‘existing’ as objective possibility. It circulates in the process of the world, but does not ride on it; both: Nothing and All – are still in no way decided as utopian characters, as threatening or fulfilling result-definitions in the world. And likewise the Here and Now, what is repeatedly beginning in nearness, is a utopian category, in fact the most central one; even though, in contrast to the annihilating circulation of a Nothing, to the illuminating circulation of an All, it has not yet even entered time and space. Instead, the contents of this most immediate nearness still ferment entirely in the darkness of the lived moment as the real world-knot, world-riddle. Utopian consciousness wants to look far into the distance, but ultimately only in order to penetrate the darkness so near it of the just lived moment, in which everything that is both drives and is hidden from itself. In other words: we need the most powerful telescope, that of polished utopian consciousness, in order to penetrate precisely the nearest nearness. Namely, the most immediate immediacy, in which the core of self-location and being-here still lies, in which at the same time the whole knot of the world-secret is to be found. This is no secret which exists only for insufficient intellect, for example, while the matter [Sache] itself is content which is totally clear or reposing in itself, but it is that real secret which the world-matter is to itself and towards the solution of which it is in fact in process and on the way. Thus the Not-Yet-Conscious in man belongs completely to the Not-Yet-Become, Not-Yet-Brought-Out, Manifested-Out in the world. Not-Yet-Conscious interacts and reciprocates with Not-Yet-Become, more specifically with what is approaching in history and in the world. And the examination of anticipatory consciousness must fundamentally serve to make comprehensible the actual reflections which now follow, in fact depictions of the wished-for, the anticipated better life, in psychological and material terms. From the anticipatory, therefore, knowledge is to be gained on the basis of an ontology of the Not-Yet. So much for the second part here, and for the subject-based and object-based function analysis of hope begun within it.

Going back now to individual wishes, the first to surface again are the dubious ones. Instead of the unregulated little wishful images of the report, those harnessed and manipulated by the bourgeoisie now become visible. Thus manipulated, these images can be held down and misused, coloured pink and with blood. The third part: transition shows wishful images in the mirror, in a beautifying mirror which often only reflects how the ruling class wishes the wishes of the weak to be. But the picture clears completely as soon as the mirror comes from the people, as occurs quite visibly and wonderfully in fairytales. The mirrored, so often standardized wishes comprise this part of the book; common to all of them is a drive towards the colourful, representing what is supposedly or genuinely better. The appeal of dressing-up, illuminated display belong here, but then the world of fairytale, brightened distance in travel, the dance, the dream-factory of film, the example of theatre. Such things either present a better life, as in the entertainment industry, or sketch out in real terms a life shown to be essential. However, if this sketching out turns into a free and considered blueprint, then we find ourselves for the first time among the actual, that is, planned or outlined utopias. They comprise the fourth part: construction, with historically rich content which does not merely remain historical. It develops in the medical and social, the technological, architectural and geographical utopias, in the wishful landscapes of painting and literature. Thus the wishful images of health emerge, the fundamental ones of society without deprivation, the marvels of technologyand the castles in the air in so many of the existing wishful images of architecture. Eldorado-Eden appears in the geographical voyages of discovery, the landscapes of an environment formed more adequately for us in painting and poetry, the perspectives of an Absolute in wisdom. All this is full of overhauling, builds implicitly or explicitly on to the road and the goal-image of a more perfect world, on to more thoroughly formed and more essential appearances than have empirically already become. There is also a lot of random and abstract escapism here, but great works of art essentially show a realistically related pre-appearance of their completely developed subject-matter. The glance towards prefigured, aesthetically and religiously experimental being is variable within them, but every attempt of this kind is experimenting with something that overhauls, something perfect which the world has not yet seen. The glance towards this is concrete in various ways depending on the respective class barrier, but the basic utopian goals of the respective so-called artistic aspiration in so-called styles, these ‘excesses’ over and above ideology, do not always perish with their society. Egyptian architecture is the aspiration to become like stone, with the crystal of death as intended perfection; Gothic architecture is the aspiration to become like the vine of Christ, with the tree of life as intended perfection. And in this way the whole of art shows itself to be full of appearances which are driven to become symbols of perfection, to a utopianly essential end. Of course, until now it has only been self-evident in the case of the social utopias that they are – utopian: firstly, because that is what they are called, and secondly, because the word cloud-cuckoo-land has mostly been used in association with them, and not only with the abstract ones among them. Because of which, as noted, the concept utopia has been both unduly restricted, namely confined to novels of an ideal state, and also above all, through the predominant abstractness of these novels of an ideal state, it has preserved that abstract playful form which only the progress of socialism from these utopias towards science has moved out of the way and removed. Nevertheless, despite all these dubious aspects, the word utopia emerged here coined by Thomas More, though not the philosophically far more comprehensive concept of utopia. On the other hand, little utopian material worthy of consideration was noticed in other, for example, technological wishful images and plans. Despite Francis Bacon’s ‘New Atlantis ‘ no frontier-land with its own pioneer status and its own hope-contents introduced into nature was distinguished in technology. This was seen even less in architecture, in buildings which form, re-form or pre-form a more beautiful space. And similarly, utopian material astonishingly remained undiscovered in the situations and landscapes of painting and poetry, in their extravagances and especially in their deeply inward – and outward-looking realisms of possibility. And yet, in all these spheres, utopian function is at work, with modified content, fanatical in the lesser creations, precise and realistic sui generis in the great ones. The very profusion of human imagination, together with its correlate in the world (once imagination becomes informed and concrete), cannot possibly be explored and inventoried other than through utopian function; any more than it can be tested without dialectical materialism. The specific pre-appearance which art shows is like a laboratory where events, figures and characters are driven to their typical, characteristic end, to an abysmal or a blissful end; this essential vision of characters and situations, inscribed in every work of art, which in its most striking form we may call Shakespearean, in its most terminalized form Dantean, presupposes possibility beyond already existing reality. At all points here prospective acts and imaginations aim, subjective, but possibly even objective dream-roads run out of the Become towards the Achieved, towards symbolically encircled achievement. Thus the concept of the Not-Yet and of the intention towards it that is thoroughly forming itself out no longer has its only, indeed exhaustive example in the social utopias; important though the social utopias, leaving all others aside, have become for the critical awareness of elaborated anticipating. But to limit the utopian to the Thomas More variety, or simply to orientate it in that direction, would be like trying to reduce electricity to the amber from which it gets its Greek name and in which it was first noticed. Indeed, the utopian coincides so little with the novel of an ideal state that the whole totality of philosophy becomes necessary (a sometimes almost forgotten totality) to do justice to the content of that designated by utopia. Hence the breadth of the anticipations, wishful images, hope-contents collected in the part called: construction. Hence – in front of as well as behind the fairytales of an ideal state – the aforementioned notation and interpretation of medical, technological, architectural, geographical utopias, also of the actual wishful landscapes in painting, opera, literature. Hence, finally, this is the place for the portrayal of the multifarious hope-landscape and the specific perspectives on it in the collective thinking of philosophical wisdom. Despite the predominant pathos of What Has Been in previous philosophies; – the almost continually intended direction: appearance – essence nevertheless clearly shows a utopian pole. The sequence of all these formations, socially, aesthetically, philosophically relevant to culture of ‘true being’, accordingly ends, coming down to always decisive earth, in questions of a life of fulfilling work free of exploitation, but also of a life beyond work, i.e. in the wishful problem of leisure.

The final will is that to be truly present. So that the lived moment belongs to us and we to it and ‘Stay awhile’ could be said to it. Man wants at last to enter into the Here and Now as himself, wants to enter his full life without postponement and distance. The genuine utopian will is definitely not endless striving, rather: it wants to see the merely immediate and thus so unpossessed nature of self-location and being-here finally mediated, illuminated and fulfilled, fulfilled happily and adequately. This is the utopian frontier-content which is implied in the ‘Stay awhile, you are so fair’ of the Faust scheme. The objective hope-images of the construction thus press inevitably towards those of fulfilled human beings themselves and their environment fully mediated with these images, that is, towards homeland. The fifth and final part: identity attempts to take up these intentions. As attempts to become like proper human beings, the various moral guiding images appear, and the so often antithetical guiding panels of the right life. The fictional figures of human venturing beyond the limits then appear: Don Giovanni, Odysseus, Faust, the last precisely on the way to the perfect moment, in utopia which thoroughly experiences the world; Don Quixote warns and demands, in dream-monomania, dream-depth. As call and pull of very immediate, very far-striking lines of expression, music emerges, the art of strongest intensity distilled into song and sound, of the utopian Humanum in the world. And then: the images of hope against death are gathered, against this hardest counterblow to utopia; death is therefore its unforgettable awakener. It is especially a circulation of that Nothing which is devoured into being by the utopian pull; there is no becoming and no victory into which the annihilation of what is bad is not actively devoured. All the glad tidings which constitute the imagination of religion culminate mythically, against death and fate, both the completely illusory tidings and those with a humane core, ultimately related to deliverance from evil, to freedom towards the ‘kingdom’. There follows, precisely concerning this-worldly intention towards this becoming homeland, the future problem in the bearing, encompassing space of homeland: of nature. The problem of what is worth wishing for in general, or of the highest good, always remains the central point here. Its utopia of the One Thing Necessary, although it in fact still stands completely in premonition, like the being-in-the-present of men themselves, governs all the rest. If only the less high goods were attained and accessible of course, on the road to the abolition of base deprivation. On the road which first leads to the treasures where moth and rust doth corrupt, and only then to those which stay awhile. This road is and remains that of socialism, it is the practice of concrete utopia. Everything that is non-illusory, real-possible about the hope-images leads to Marx, works – as always, in different ways, rationed according to the situation – as part of socialist changing of the world. The architecture of hope thus really becomes one on to man, who had previously only seen it as dream and as high, all too high preappearance, and one on to the new earth. Becoming happy was always what was sought after in the dreams of a better life, and only Marxism can initiate it. This provides fresh access to creative Marxism, even pedagogically and in terms of content, and from new premises, of a subjective and objective kind.

What is thus intended needs to be broadly delineated here. On a small and large scale, tested if possible, with the will to set free what is real within it. So that by the yardstick of real possibility, What Is in real possibility, what is really still outstanding (everything else is chaff of mere opinionizing and fools’ paradise) achieves positive being. This is ultimately a great simplicity or the One Thing Needful. An encyclopaedia of hopes often contains repetitions, but never overlappings, and so far as the former is concerned, Voltaire’s statement is valid here that he would repeat himself as often as was necessary until he was understood. The statement is even more valid since the repetitions of the book ideally always occur on a new level, have therefore both learnt something in the meantime and may allow the identical thing they are aiming at to be learned anew. The direction towards the One Thing Needful was also alive in previous philosophies; how else could they have been a love of wisdom? And how else could there have been great philosophy, that is, ceaselessly and totally related to the Authentic, the Essential? Let alone materialistically great philosophy with the capability for the real depiction of what is coherently essential? With the basic pull towards explaining the world in terms of itself (and with the certain confidence of being able to explain it in these terms), towards this-worldly happiness (and with the certain confidence of finding it)? But, until Marx, the previous lovers of wisdom, even the materialist ones, posited the Authentic as already ontically existing, in fact statically closed: from the water of the simple Thales to the In-and-For-Itself of the absolute Hegel. Time and again, it was ultimately the ceiling of Plato’s anamnesis above dialectically open Eros which kept out and, in a contemplative antiquarian fashion, closed off previous philosophy, including Hegel, from the seriousness of the Front and the Novum. Thus the perspective was broken off, thus remembering defused hope. Thus hope did not in fact arise in remembering either (in the future in the past). Thus remembering did not arise in hope either (in concrete utopia which is historically mediated, but which pours forth history). Thus we appeared to have already got behind the tendency of being, that is, to have arrived behind it. Thus the real process of the world appeared to have got behind itself, to have arrived and to have been brought to a standstill. But the forming-depicting aspect of the true, of the real, is never so easily broken off, as if the process pending in the world were already decided. Only with the farewell to the closed, static concept of being does the real dimension of hope open. Instead, the world is full of propensity towards something, tendency towards something, latency of something, and this intended something means fulfilment of the intending. It means a world which is more adequate for us, without degrading suffering, anxiety, self-alienation, nothingness. However, this tendency is in flux, as one that has precisely the Novum in front of it. The Where To of the real only shows in the Novum its most basic Objective determinateness, and it appeals to man who is the arms of the Novum. Marxist knowledge means: the difficult processes of what is approaching enter into concept and practice. In the problem area of the Novum inherently lies the profusion of even whiter fields of knowledge where worldly wisdom becomes young and original again. If being is understood out of its Where From, then it is so only as an equally tendential, still unclosed Where To. The being that conditions consciousness, and the consciousness that processes being, is understood ultimately only out of that and in that from which and towards which it tends. Essential being is not Been-ness; on the contrary: the essential being of the world lies itself on the Front.

La palabra como un arma

¡Diejenigen, die das Wort als stärkste Waffe nutzen, werden wissen, wie es zu benutzen ist!

¡Aquel que tenga a la palabra como un arma será el más fuerte, sólo hay que saber como utilizarla!

Tradicionalmente, los tres rasgos que definen la condición de cantautor son:

La creación artística:
El cantautor es un músico que compone canciones con letras de retrato o denuncia de la sociedad en la que vive. Sus letras están al servicio de la música.

El lenguaje:
El cantautor utiliza un lenguaje popular y directo con alto contenido poético. Muchos ponen música a los versos de los poetas para acercarlos al pueblo.

Las relaciones con su comunidad:
El cantautor es un artista que se erige en portavoz del sentir de su comunidad. Esta, a su vez, le admite y se mira en su obra como en un espejo.

La palabra como un arma

La palabra como un arma

La palabra como un arma



Frank T – La palabra como un arma

La palabra. 
La palabra mata. 
La palabra como un arma. 
La palabra. 
La palabra mata. 
La palabra como un arma. 
Como el arma más destructiva. 
La palabra. 

Un olor, un aroma, un sentimiento, 
la tierra, su costumbre, su lenguaje y su alimento, 
saludos con gestos de alegría para cientos, 
sencillo es el detalle de Bagdad y sus cimientos, 
tomorrow´s the day dice el que busca el desconcierto, 
usando la palabra con violencia y desacierto, 
no miento si los niños sonreían de contentos, 
sus cosas eran bellas daba igual que fueran lentos. 
La libertad la otorga Dios nunca George Bush, 
el que busca el oro negro para que Irak no tenga luz, 
que no tenga mercado y esté desvalanceado 
y su sonrisa cotidiana finalmente quede a un lado. 
¿Puedes jugar?, hoy no, ayer si, 
ayer era bonito, hoy lo destruyó un misil, 
Bagdad tenía colegios, teterías, era viva 
y no tenía las armas de destrucción masiva. 

(La palabra), La palabra, mi arma en esta guerra. 
(La palabra), La palabra, como arma para defender la tierra. 
La palabra contra ellos criminales la cual usan con engaño 
y con fatídicos finales. 

(La palabra), La palabra, mi arma en esta guerra. 
(La palabra), La palabra, como arma para defender la tierra. 
La palabra contra ellos criminales la cual usan con engaño 
y con fatídicos finales. 

Palabras de guerra, suena en la radio el Tío Sam: 
Tomorrow´s the day, frase ultimatum a Sadam, 
si el petróleo es el plan, hacer la guerra es el afán, 
el resultado, niños mueren mientras estudian el Corán, 
las armas de destrucción masiva ¿dónde están?, 
Bush engaña al rufián, quiere explotar como un volcán, 
Tomorrow´s the day, es el anuncio de Satán, 
de exhibir destruyendo a Irak todo su arsenal, 
mientras el eje del bien, hace su paraíso del edén, 
con crueldad y desdén matan de hambre a más de cien 
mil familias Irakis pero también occidentales, 
con palabras de mentira destructiva a nuestra sien, 
desorden y caos, mientras Bush se lleva el botín, 
Tony blair su juguetín, Ansar hizo de arlequín, 
Irak y su cultura caen por ese trampolín sin fin hacia 
el desastre una cerilla encendida en polvorín. 

(La palabra), La palabra, mi arma en esta guerra. 
(La palabra), La palabra, como arma para defender la tierra. 
La palabra contra ellos criminales la cual usan con engaño 
y con fatídicos finales. 

(La palabra), La palabra, mi arma en esta guerra. 
(La palabra), La palabra, como arma para defender la tierra. 
La palabra contra ellos criminales la cual usan con engaño 
y con fatídicos finales. 

La palabra. 
La palabra mata. 
La palabra como un arma. 
La palabra. 
La palabra mata. 
La palabra como un arma. 
Como el arma más destructiva. 
La palabra.

 

Heinrich Böll: Ansichten eines Clowns (Buchtipp)

Heinrich Böll: Ansichten eines Clowns

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Als er zu trinken anfängt und auf einer Bühne in Bochum ausrutscht, scheitert im Frühjahr 1962 die Karriere des siebenundzwanzigjährigen Clowns Hans Schnier. Seine Geliebte Marie Derkum hat ihn verlassen, weil er sich weigerte, das Verhältnis nach fünf Jahren durch eine Eheschließung zu legalisieren. Hans Schnier zieht sich in seine Bonner Wohnung zurück, trinkt und denkt über sich, sein Scheitern und seine Umwelt nach.

viaHeinrich Böll: Ansichten eines Clowns (Buchtipp).

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Spur der Steine “….und ich bin PITTIPLATSCH, der Liebe!”

Spur der Steine Pittiplatsch

 

Spur der Steine

(DDR 1966; Regie: Frank Beyer)

Wie verspielt die Partei die Macht?

foto: © icestorm

1965 gedreht, diskutiert, abgesetzt, 1990, als alles vorbei ist, gezeigt: Frank Beyers DEFA-Film “Spur der Steine”

DDR, Mai 1965, Außenaufnahmen im Kombinat Schwedt und in Leuna. Manfred Krug, damals 28 Jahre alt, spielt den Brigadier Balla. Die aufrechten Sieben von der Zimmermannsbrigade brauchen die volle Breite der Straße. Ein demonstrativer Einmarsch. Das Bildformat – Totalvision, schwarzweiß – ist voll genutzt. So treten die glorreichen Sieben im Cinemascopebild des Western auf; die Zimmermannskluft erscheint als Variante des Westernkostüms, und die Großbaustelle des Industriekombinats ist nicht minder wüst wie die Steppen des fernen Westens. Auch erkennen wir das Männerpathos des Westernfilms wieder; Balla und seine Brigade tun, was Männer tun müssen. Zum Beispiel nackt, aber mit genug Bier im Bauch, in einen See springen, vor einem voll besetzten Cafe, und den uniformierten Offizier der Volkspolizei ins Wasser kippen, eine grobe Disziplinlosigkeit. Oder ist bereits der Film selbst, der, jedenfalls in seinem ersten Teil, sich einer der DEFA bis dahin fremden Ästhetik bedient, eine grobe Disziplinlosigkeit? Nachdem nach Schluss der Dreharbeiten, im Dezember 1965, das 11. Plenum des ZK der SED getagt hatte, war die Antwort ein dogmatisch begründetes Ja, und “Spur der Steine” verschwand – nach wenigen Aufführungen im Sommer 1966 – zusammen mit fast der ganzen Jahresfilmproduktion der DDR im Keller.

Ein Vierteljahrhundert später läuft “Spur der Steine” im Kino, ungealtert, unversehrt und hochwillkommen, weil er eine Diskussion anstößt, die gesellschaftlich längst hätte geführt werden müssen, die aber in der DDR, in der es diesen exemplarischen Film gibt, nicht öffentlich war und in der Bundesrepublik nicht vorkam, weil es einen solch exemplarischen Film hier eben nicht gegeben hat. – Am Anfang provoziert Balla, der Sympathieträger, Fragen. Die Brigade kapert Kieslaster, die auf dem Weg zu einer anderen Großbaustelle sind, und dirigiert sie zur eigenen Arbeitsstelle um, dem Rückkühlwerk. Ist das nun eine vernünftige Initiative, weil die eigene Bauleitung unfähig und der Plan fehlerhaft ist? Nach der Aktion kommt die Reflektion, und der Film ändert sein Gesicht. Brigadier Balla, der nicht in der Partei ist, setzt sich mit Horrath, dem Parteisekretär, der nicht orthodox ist, auseinander – auch mit der Bauingenieurin Kati, die Liebe braucht und die Partei schädigt, weil das Dreiecksverhältnis gegen die sozialistische Moral verstößt. Kati ist die einzige, die schließlich die Baustelle verlässt: “Ich will neu anfangen! Ich habe es satt, mir selbst leid zu tun!”. Balla schwört der Brachialgewalt (“Mit dem Stuhlbein diskutiert es sich leichter!”) ab und läutert sich zum bewusst sozialistischen Arbeiter, und über Parteisekretär Horrath, vorschriftswidrig dem außerparteilichen Dreieck verbunden, sitzt die Parteileitung unter dem Vorsitz des gütigen und verständnisvollen Bezirksparteisekretärs Jansen zu Gericht: Ausschluss oder nicht?

Auf der großen Leinwand stellt sich schon bald nichts mehr zur Schau, keine Brigade quer über die Straße, keine Totale auf die Großbaustelle. Wir sitzen stattdessen in engen, niedrigen Räumen an Tischen, Tischen, Tischen. Stets aber am äußersten Ende, das längs in den Vordergrund geschoben ist, subjektiv über die Leinwand hinaus an den Zuschauerplatz. Selbstredend kann es auch ein Tresen sein – mit einem Glas Salzstangen ganz im Vordergrund. Meist liegen jedoch Akten auf dem Tisch, und der Zuschauer wird Augen- und Ohrenzeuge von Parteileitungs- und anderen Sitzungen, von denen eine auf die andere folgt und die zum erstenmal durchsichtig und öffentlich werden. Die Kamera verzichtet auf Finessen, Dunkelzonen und Ausleuchtungen, sie dokumentiert ohne jede Aufregung eine Sitzung, in der offen die offenen Fragen der Republik zur Sprache kommen. Regisseur Frank Beyer, damals 33, hat Schluss gemacht “mit einer verlogenen Kamera- und Beleuchtungsschule, die die Ufa der DDR hinterlassen hat” (Beyer, 1960). Vielleicht ist es diese Klarheit und Durchlässigkeit, die den Film heute aufregend, der Vernunft zugänglich macht. Wie würden Sie entscheiden? Die Ausschlusssitzung ist in “Spur der Steine” Rahmenhandlung, aus der Rückblenden in die Geschichte des Dreiecks Balla – Horrath Kati zurückführen: Inaugenscheinnahme, Beweisstücke auf dem Verhandlungstisch. Zum Schluss des Films zerreißt Bezirksparteisekretär Jansen zur großen Erleichterung des Zuschauers die Ausschließungsurkunde gegen den Parteisekretär Horrath, auch wenn dieser nachgewiesenermaßen gefehlt und gesündigt hat. Und da Parteifunktionär Jansen ja keine fiktive Figur war, sondern in dem Bezirksparteisekretär Bernhard Koenen aus Halle sein reales Vorbild hatte, war zum guten Ende die Welt wieder in Ordnung, und die Partei hatte recht.

Aber es war zu viel auf den Tisch gekommen, und die subjektiv plazierte Kamera suggerierte, dass der Zuschauer damit befasst werden sollte, gesellschaftliche Probleme zur Kenntnis zu nehmen, gar darüber zu entscheiden. Dem steuerte nach einigem Hin und Her das offizielle Verständnis des Films als verordnete (“kommandierte”) Lebenshilfe-Frage: Jemand wie Balla, ausgezeichneter Aktivist, der aber streikt, wenn die lasche Bauleitung das Schalholz nicht rechtzeitig beschafft, – grenzt man den aus (“Daraus haben Faschisten ihre Helden gemacht”) oder macht man ihn zum Verbündeten (“Wir brauchen Leute wie Balla”)? Und stellt man diese Frage, weil man Planfetischist ist oder sonst ein Ideal hat (“haben auch die Nazis gehabt”)? Worum gehts bei der Frage, ob man so etwas wie den Brigadier Balla isoliert oder nicht? Darum, ob man dabei “die Macht verspielt oder nicht”, sagt der Parteisekretär von 1965. Soll man das, was Mitte der sechziger Jahre zur Entfremdung führt, zu Gunsten eines reinen Bildes des sozialistischen Fortschrittes ausblenden? Oder nicht? Der Film spricht sich dagegen aus. Er registriert, was stört. Das Fernsehprogramm? “Schalt um!” – Ein Ritterkreuzträger von damals? Ein Arschkriecher von heute! – Warum gehst Du nicht rüber? Um hier das Vernünftige durchzusetzen (und das ist schwer rückgängig zu machen)! – Sozialistische Moral (“Anfälliger Lebenswandel indiziert anfällige Prinzipientreue”)? Heilsarmee-Moral! – Den Werkschutz rufen, wenn einer die Initiative ergreift? “Lass uns doch alle abführen!”

Der Mief, der sich in den sechziger Jahren in der DDR zu bilden beginnt, weil es an Lüftung fehlt, hier bläst ihn ein Film weg, ein Balla, der Flegel, mitten in Berlin, in Gegenwart des Ministers. Balla versucht, sich an Sprachrituale zu halten. Er schafft es nicht. Dafür setzt er gegenüber seiner Brigade und den Kumpels das Dreischichtensystem durch. Aber wenn er seine Rede einübt, “Hochgeschätzter Herr Minister, Hochwohlgeboren”, endet er bei “Hochwürden”, und wenn er so etwas Naheliegendes, aber Unvorhergesehenes erwähnt wie das, was im Plan nicht bedacht ist, dass nämlich das Dreischichtensystem dem Arbeiter weniger Geld einbringt, dann hat das nicht im Manuskript gestanden, sondern ist der freien Rede geschuldet.

Die freie Rede der “Spur der Steine” führte schließlich dazu, dass der Film der Abgrenzungskampagne gegen “Abweichungen”, die das 11. Plenum des ZK der SED im Dezember 1965 beschlossen hatte, zum Opfer fiel. Freilich zog sich der Streit ein halbes Jahr hin, bis das Verdikt endgültig war. Denn der Roman von Erich Neutsch, den Frank Beyer mit “Spur der Steine” verfilmt hatte, war in zwei Jahren zum Bestseller geworden (9 Auflagen) und hatte dem Autor einen Nationalpreis eingebracht. Das Drehbuch hatte Beyer, schon damals mit dem Buchenwald-Film “Nackt unter Wölfen” und der gesellschaftlichen Komödie “Karbid und Sauerampfer” einer der talentiertesten und gesellschaftlich höchst geachteten jüngeren DEFA-Regisseure, zusammen mit Karl-Georg Egel, gleichfalls Nationalpreisträger, geschrieben. Dabei war durch die Rahmenhandlung (die Sitzung über den Parteiausschluss) die Rolle des menschlich integren, verständnisvollen und gerechten Parteifunktionärs Jansen weiter aufgewertet worden. – Die Jugendausschreitungen vom Herbst 1965 hatten die Partei jedoch ängstlich gemacht. Offenbar fürchtete sie, dass sich die aufmüpfigen Bürger mit der Figur des damals schon populären, aber sich anarchistisch gebärdenden Manfred Krug identifizieren könnten. Bereits Ende November 1965 ergingen in der Sorge, der Film der DDR vernachlässige seine Aufgabe als “Lebenshilfe”, Anweisungen, denen zufolge die “freizügige” Darstellung sexueller Themen “nicht mehr zulässig” war; auch wurde die Darstellung von “Entfremdung” beanstandet, weil sie der sozialistischen Gesellschaft in der damaligen Periode ihres Aufbaus unbekannt sei. Zwischen Beyer und der neu eingesetzten Studioleitung in Babelsberg entbrannte daraufhin ein monatelanger Kampf um Schnitte sogenannter freizügiger Stellen, der zur Kürzung des Films um dreißig Minuten führte. (Die ostentative Keuschheit, die daher im Dreiecksverhältnis obwaltet, ist heute der einzige Schwachpunkt des Films). Lediglich die Nacktbadeszene, an der keine Frau beteiligt ist, wohl aber ein uniformierter Polizist, blieb jedenfalls in der Schlussfassung erhalten.

Die Tabuisierung der Freizügigkeit war jedoch nur vorgeschoben. Letztlich ging es um das Thema, das “Spur der Steine” selbst angeschlagen und diskutiert hatte: Wie behält die Partei die Macht? Wie verspielt sie sie? Die Parteiführung meldete sich im Dezember 1965 selbst zu Wort. Erich Honecker griff in dem von ihm auf der Eröffnungssitzung des 11. ZK-Plenums gegebenen Bericht des Politbüros die Position der in diesen Filmen angeblich über der sozialistischen Gesellschaft stehenden “Beobachter” an, die, indem sie Fehler und Schwächen der DDR-Gesellschaft registrierten, die Position der Feinde des Sozialismus vertreten würden. Kurt Hager brandmarkte die Darstellung der “Entfremdung” zwischen Individuum und Gesellschaft als Kafka-Imitation, die gegen den Sozialismus und seine Lebenswirklichkeit gerichtet sei. Und Walter Ulbricht wandte sich auf dem Plenum (veröffentlicht am 19. Dezember 1965 im “Neuen Deutschland”) gegen die Meinung, dass man solche Filme zeigen müsse, um sie zur allgemeinen Diskussion zu stellen und damit freie Meinungsäußerung zu ermöglichen. Erziehung der Jugend durch diese Filme? Das Politbüro sage dazu Nein. – Denn diese Diskussion zuzulassen, so formulierte es Hermann Axen, bedeute “erst das Volk vergiften und dann das Gift wieder rausziehen”.

Die Diskussionen, die in “Spur der Steine” geführt werden, gingen wie selbstverständlich in die Diskussionen der sozialistischen Wirklichkeit des Jahres 1966 über – mit dem Unterschied, dass diese eben nicht öffentlich werden sollten. Es spricht für die SED, dass sie zur Meinungsbildung ein halbes Jahr intensiver Diskussion brauchte. Noch im Mai 1966 empfahl der neu gegründete künstlerische Beirat der Hauptverwaltung Film des Ministeriums für Kultur “die baldige Aufführung dieses Werks”, wobei über die künstlerische Darstellung der Rolle der Partei der Arbeiterklasse künftig aber “Beratung” erforderlich sei. Auch das “Neue Deutschland” registrierte die Uraufführung des Films, die am 15. Juni 1966 als Auftakt der 8. Arbeiterfestspiele in Babelsberg stattfand, positiv. Am 28. Juni, vor der Berliner Premiere, beschloss das ZK des Sekretariats der SED jedoch, den Film zurückzuziehen. Die Begründung war am 6. Juli im “Neuen Deutschland” nachzulesen. Unter dem Pseudonym Hans Konrad – es sind die Initialen des “ND”-Kritikers Horst Knietzsch – wurde kritisiert, dass der Film “Spur der Steine” “ein verzerrtes Bild von unserer sozialistischen Wirklichkeit, dem Kampf der Arbeiterklasse, ihrer ruhmreichen Partei und dem aufopferungsvollen Wirken ihrer Mitglieder gebe” . – Das war eine Beurteilung, für die ein real existierender Kritiker seinen Namen nicht hergeben mochte.

Dieser Text erschien zuerst in: Konkret 07/1990

Dietrich Kuhlbrodt

 

 

 

 

The Communards – For A Friend

So ..meine FREUNDE

ich verabschiede mich dann mal ganz artig von euch allen, hat viel Spass gemacht….. bis denn dann wenn die Welt wieder aufersteht!

(wenn sie nicht untergeht MORGEN, sehen wir uns vielleicht wieder) 

seid gedrückt (ich bin verrückt) 

I never cried the way I cried over you
As I put down the telephone and the world it carried on
Somewhere else, someone else is cryong too
Another man has lost a friend, I bet he feels the way I do
Although I’m left without, I know your love within
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All the memories of you come rushing back to me
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All I want to do id kiss you goodbye
Summer comes and I remember how we’d march
We’d march for love and peace, together arm in arm
Tears have turned, turned to anger and contempt
I’ll never let you down, a battle I have found
And all the dreams we had, I will carry on
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All the memories of you come rushing back to me
As I watch the sun go down, watching the world fade away
All I want to do id kiss you once goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

 

 

Crazy Love

„Ich… ich bin total durcheinander. Ich…hätte nicht kommen sollen. Eben… auf der Straße, da war ein Zeichen… Ich hätte umkehren sollen…“

[  ] „Und jetzt sitz ich in diesem Haus fest und mir geht es total dreckig. Die haben mich überlistet!“
„Überlistet?“
„Ja sicher! Überlistet!“
„Und mit welchem Ziel?“
„Mit dem Ziel, daß ich mich Scheiße fühle! Scheiße wieder wie seit vielen Jahren! Bis auf die letzten paar Monate. Da ging es besser. Die haben das wohl gerochen. Dem Paul geht es gut! Oh je oh je! Wahrscheinlich hatte Harald plötzlich Krämpfe in den Beinen und die Frau bekam einen Husten. Irgend wo muß das Elend ja hin, oder?“ 

Sunwar the Dead

Sunwar the Dead (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dipl. Psych. F. U. dachte angestrengt nach. Die frisch geölten Zahnräder im Hirn eines nagelneu niedergelassenen Therapeuten griffen ineinander, drehten sich schnell und reibungslos. Das Glück, das das gleichmäßige Surren dieses Motors hervorrief, machte sich unwiderstehlich in ihm breit. Darüber vergaß er völlig Pauls Frage. Ein leicht dämliches Grinsen wanderte in sein Gesicht. Paul musterte ihn mit zunehmender Skepsis. Der Therapeut erinnerte sich noch an das Wort „Elend“. Er fragte sich, was Paul wohl damit meinte. Und da ihm nebenbei noch einfiel, daß richtig gute Therapeuten laut gewisser Studien sogar richtig ehrlich zu ihren Klienten sein konnten, fragte er geradeheraus:
„Was meinen Sie mit Elend?“
Die Frage traf zufälligerweise ins Schwarze. Paul dachte nun seinerseits ernsthaft nach.
„Das Elend… hat viele Gesichter. Sicher – Kinder hungern. Erdbeben. Tödliche Krankheiten.“
Paul unterbrach sich. Draußen am Himmel waren schwarzgraue Wolken aufgezogen, urplötzlich hatte sich alles verdunkelt. Seit Tagen prasselten immer wieder Gewitter auf die Stadt herunter wie Tatzenspuren eines hungrigen nassen Wolfes von riesigem Ausmaß.
„Das Elend…“, fuhr Paul fort, während die Tatzen begannen, ans Fenster zu trommeln.
Es war ihm entwischt, sein Elend. Ein huschiges Tier, ähnlich einem Mader. Durch die Türspalte. Blieb das gewitterdunkle Sprechzimmer zurück mit dem Therapeuten und Paul ohne Elend. Auf diese Weise konnte der Therapeut gleich die Praxis zumachen. Er musste unbedingt lernen, aufmerksamer zu werden, um Fragen zu vermeiden, die zu solch einer schnellen Befreiung vom Elend führten. Der Himmel hellte sich wieder auf. [   ]

psychiatrie1

Ich bin ein kleiner Junge

auf einer großen Bühne

ich schlage große Trommeln

was folgt, ist Schuld und Sühne.

Bin ich nicht auf der Bühne,

so wohn ich in den Hecken

mich kennen nur die Vögel,

die Katzen und die Schnecken.

Der Wald ist meine Fläche

wo ich mich leise räche

an Guten und an Bösen

an Ruhigen und Nervösen

indem ich mich entsinne

an Zeiten, wo die Sinne

noch hier und dort verknüpften

von Ast zu Wort noch hüpften.

Die Rache ist: Ich nehme,

was niemals jemand anpreist

und halt es hoch und heilig

und spuck drauf, wo ihr anbeißt.

Ich bin ein kluger Randmann

der von Druiden abstammt

getarnt als kleiner Junge

auf einer großen Bühne.

“DER UNSICHTBARE HUND” (Johannes Lotz)


http://siebenachtneun.de/index_start.php?topic_name=Der_unsichtbare_Hund&tf=true&user=johannes_lotz&topicFlag=true

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Ist BitTorrent die Zukunft des Buchdrucks?

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Auf readwrite.com ist ein interessanter Artikel von Johannes Paul Titlow über die Zukunft des Buchdrucks erschienen. Titlow, dessen Schwerpunkt in der Berichterstattung die Musik- und Unterhaltungsbranche ist, geht am Beispiel des US-Autor Timothy Ferriss der Frage nach, ob nicht BitTorrent die Zukunft des Buchdrucks ist. Ferriss beiden Bücher ″Die 4-Stunden-Woche″ und ″Der 4-Stunden-Körper″ schafften es in die New-York-Times-Bestsellerliste, letzteres ohne ein großes Verlagshaus.

Wie kam es dazu? Im August 2012 unterzeichnete Ferriss einen Vertrag mit Amazons neuem Verlagsangebot und keinem traditionellen Verlagshaus. Die freie Entscheidung des Autos, einem die der Verlagsindustrie nicht gefiel. Die Buchhändler in den USA haben Amazon aus ihren Regalen verbannt. Ferriss musste sich etwas neues ausdenken, denn Amazon bietet als Verlage den Vertrieb des Buches an, mehr aber nicht. Ferriss fragte bei BitTorrent an, dem alten Lieblingsfeind der Verlage – bevor Amazon, Apple und Google zu Verlagen werden wollten. BitTorrent sah eine Chance, der Unterhaltungsindustrie zu zeigen, was sie wirklich können. Sie unterstützten Tim Ferriss und boten der eigenen Filesharing-Gemeinde exklusives und bisher unveröffentlichtes Zusatzmaterial zum Buch an. Um das klar zu sagen: das Paket, dass umsonst herunter geladen werden kann, enthält nicht das Buch. In ihm ist eine 62-seitiger Auszug des Buches enthalten, Fotos von der Entstehung des Buches, Videos und Notizen. Das Buch gibt es normal bei Amazon zu kaufen.

An dieser Stelle wollen Befürworter der guten alten analogen Zeit dann meist wissen, wie viel Ferriss verdient hat, denn es geht nur ums Geld. Dazu schweigen sich Ferriss und Amazon aus, weshalb Kritiker an dieser Stelle meist abschalten. Was sie übersehen ist, dass Ferriss mit Hilfe von BitTorrent mit nahezu keinem Aufwand globale Werbung für sich und sein Buch gemacht hat und zugleich seine Fan-Gemeinde noch enger an sich binden konnte. Der DJ Pretty Lights, der das gleiche mit seinem Album machte, bemerkte danach, dass er 700 Prozent mehr Traffic auf seiner Homepage hatte, sich über 100.000 Menschen sich für seinen Newsletter anmeldeten und er zwei ausverkaufte Konzerte im Red Rocks-Amphitheater in Colorado gab. Dies ist nicht direkt auf die BitTorrent-Aktion zurück zu führen, aber woran lag es dann? Am Wetter?

Auch Amazon wird nicht genau sagen könne, wie viele verkaufte Bücher an BitTorrent-User gingen. Fest steht aber, dass allein in der ersten Woche das Paket über 211.000 mal herunter geladen wurde, 85.000 Menschen auf der Amazon-Seite nach dem Buch gesucht haben und sich 27.000 Menschen das Werbevideo auf der Seite angesehen haben. Selbst wenn nur 100 Menschen dann das Buch auch wirklich gekauft hätten, sagt Ferriss, wären das 100 mehr Exemplare als ohne Werbung, die ihn nichts gekostet hat. Das sein Buch inzwischen auch auf Filesharing-Plattform aufgetaucht ist, sieht er als zusätzliche Promotion. Und BitTorrent hat gezeigt, dass es der beste und leichteste Weg ist, große Pakete voller Einsen und Nullen durch das Web zu schieben. Das Unternehmen hat etwas ausprobiert und weiß jetzt, was es kann und wohin es sich hin entwickeln kann. Damit ist es schon einmal viel weiter als die meisten Verlage.

Die Ignoranz der Verlage gegenüber dem Konkurrenten Amazon hat Ferriss geradezu in die Arme von BitTorrent getrieben. Amazon mag kein leichter Verhandlungspartner sein, denn wie jedes Unternehmen wirft es all seine Macht in die Waagschale und die ist nicht gerade gering. Sich aber einzig und allein auf die eigene Tradition zu berufen ist ein Fehler. Tradition ist das schlechteste Geschäftsmodell, was es gibt. So oder so ähnlich hat das einmal Jeff Jarvis formuliert. Damit haben die Verlage den bisher von ihnen einfach nur verschlafenen Kampf um Marktanteile in der Zukunft jetzt schon verloren, denn der Markt ist/wird digital. In diesem Sommer wurden in den USA zum ersten Mal mehr E-Books als gedruckte Bücher verkauft und parallel zum Zeitungssterben nehmen die Anzahl der informativen Blogs zu. Neue Lesegewohnheiten und Quellen der Informationsbeschaffung tun sich auf und die riechen nicht nach Druckerschwärze.

Hinweis: Ich habe in diesem Artikel keine Quellen oder sonstige Informationen verlinkt, um euch einen Eindruck eines Artikels in einer gedruckten Zeitung zu geben. Diese sehen sich ja durch derartiges Verhalten im Internet bedroht und es sind schon genug Zeitungen deswegen gestorben. Wer das öfters in Artikeln im Internet erleben möchte, weil sich das gerade so unendlich geil lesen ließ, der sollte nichts gegen das geplante Leistungsschutzrecht für Presseverlage machen. Alle anderen machen sich bitte über das Leistungsschutzrecht schlau. Danke.

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