BLOGELEUSIS: FILOSOFÍA, y más allá...


Según Walter Burkert, los antiguos misterios "eran rituales de iniciación de carácter voluntario, personal y secreto que aspiraban a un cambio de mentalidad mediante la experiencia de lo sagrado." (Cultos mistéricos antiguos)

Con los decretos imperiales de 391/392, que prohibieron todos los cultos paganos, y con la destrucción de los santuarios por los godos al mando de Alarico en 394, los misterios súbitamente desaparecieron...

¿Desaparecieron? ¿O dejaron de ser algo meramente exterior, para madurar y convertirse en lo que siempre pretendieron ser: una experiencia interior, dirigida a enriquecer al sujeto, y al margen de cualquier formalismo abstracto, vacío?

Este blog -creado precisamente en Madrid, la ciudad situada en el centro, y presidida por la estatua de Cibeles, la Gran Madre- pretende recoger el espíritu de esos misterios, sean los de Eleusis, Dionisos, Méter, Isis o Mitra, y combinarlos con el saber filosófico, para estimular el avance espiritual de aquellos que quieran participar en su creación.

Igual que en las iniciaciones del pasado, habrá en él dos niveles: el preparatorio, en el que se incluirán materiales destinados a los estudiantes de Secundaria y Bachillerato, que acaban de iniciarse en el camino del conocimiento; y el especializado, en el que el autor incluirá temas filosóficos de nivel superior, o situados en los márgenes del pensamiento filosófico "oficial". También se incluirán referencias a sus publicaciones, a fin de que puedan ser localizadas, comentadas, y desde luego criticadas, por aquellos que se encuentren interesados por los problemas a los que dichas publicaciones se refieren.


En estos tiempos que corren, oscilantes entre el dogmatismo fanático de las religiones oficiales y el más burdo de los materialismos, los defensores del auténtico progreso espiritual no pueden desesperar, ni ceder un ápice de terreno. Hoy, como siempre, este ha de ser nuestro lema:

"Fortes viri adversa fortuna probabuntur"

lunes, 4 de noviembre de 2013

Slavoj Zizek, Klemen Slakonja y The perverted dance (Cut the balls)

   El actor y cómico esloveno Klemen Slakonja parodia a Slavoj Zizek en este desternillante vídeo, titulado The perverted dance (cut the balls), cuya letra os transcribo más abajo. Atentos a su intenso contenido crítico:


The Perverted Dance (Cut The Balls)
(K.Slakonja/K.Slakonja/M.Bezjak)

What's up with this music?!

I am a philosopher, I like to provoke,
we live in perverted times,
so let me tell you a perverted joke!

A famous, dirty, horrible joke,
taking place in 15th century Russia.
A farmer and his wife walk along a dusty country road. 
A Mongol warrior on a horse stops and says 
"I'm gonna rape your wife and you should hold my testicles, 
while I rape your wife, so that they will not get dusty."
When he raped his wife, the Mongol warrior went away,
the farmer started to laugh and jump with joy, his wife said
"Hey, how can you be happy?! I was just brutally raped! 
And he says: "But I got him. His balls are full of dust."

Well, in reality we only dirty with dust the balls of those in power.
And now comes the dirty conclusion - the point is to cut them off!

Now let me warn you - this isn't Macarena, not Chicken dance, 
not Aserejé, not Gangnam style and so on and so on.

We stand no chance, there's no time for romance, 
it's time to dance The Perverted Dance!

Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls
and our faces won't be sour!
Just cut the balls,
make them become Niagara falls.

Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls,
we can train with cauliflower!
Just cut the balls,
make them become Niagara falls.

Oh, my god, why am i doing this?! Singing, dancing?!
I feel like that disgusting guy from Canada, Justin Bieber...

So, the problem with capitalism is that it's in the crisis from its very beginning. 
From somewhere, I would say, late 18th century, there are prophets who claim capitalism is nearing its end. 
It's like that stupid bird Fenix, the more you, you know, it returns.
I got hungry, let's grab something to eat!
What?! No meat?! Only for vegeterians ?! 
Degenerates, degenaretes, they'll all soon turn into monkeys.

I dont say let's do nothing, 
I say sometimes doing nothing is the most violent thing to do.
So cut the balls, just cut the balls! 
And racism is also a problem,
so be like Kung Fu Panda - be white, black, asian
and cut the balls, just cut the balls!
They call me The Borat of Philosophy,
The Marx Brother and The Elvis of cultural theory.
Cut the crap and cut the balls, just cut the balls!

Hey, I am Slavoj Žižek!
No, I am Slavoj Žižek!
No, I am Slavoj Žižek,
Fuck that, whatever, let's all be Slavoj Žižek!

Grab and pull the imaginary balls from the sky,
cut through the air and say bye, bye, bye.
Let's join together, let's fall in trance,
let's dance The Perverted Dance!

Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls.
and then take the bloody shower!
Just cut the balls, 
make them become Niagara falls!

Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls,
let them face the final hour!
just cut the balls, 
make them become Niagara falls!

Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls!
Just cut the balls, 
make them become Niagara falls!

This stupid repetative mechanic music!
Stop it!

Thank you, thank you very much! 

The problem is maybe not the big act "Cut the balls", 
but you make small changes and all of a sudden, balls are no longer there. 
Those in power look down and say "Oh, where are my balls?" 
and suddenly their voices get higher and so on and so on and so on.
I stand by my joke. The structure of the joke is that this so called progressive intelectual, 
in order to score his small narcicistic point, oh, I dusted the balls, 
totally ignores the suffering there and that's the whole point of the joke.
So cut the balls, we need to cut the balls!

Music: Klemen Slakonja
Lyrics: Klemen Slakonja
Arrangement: Martin Bezjak
Music production: Martin Bezjak

Screenwriter: Klemen Slakonja
Director: Nikolaj Vodošek
Editing: Mitja Mitruševski
Video production: Mediaspot
Makeup artist: Luka Luka Simšič
Costume designer: Mateja Benedetti

Starring: Klemen Slakonja as Slavoj Žižek, Tara Zupančič as farmer's wife, Goran Hrvaćanin as farmer, Mario Ćulibrk as the Mongol warrior on a horse, Kung Fu Panda, dancers, sea lion, monkeys

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