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jueves, 2 de julio de 2015

THE POWER OF PLACE - CHAPTER 9

Chapter 9: Promise and Peril in the Provinces
                      No matter where you are, there will always be people that separate or group themselves by religion, race, culture, etc. Each group has power and impacts the country even if they aren’t globals. 
People are usually in a sub-national unit in one way or another. A sub-national unit is any area that is below the level of state or country such as a county, district, or province. When a sub-national unit of a country comes to international attention, this indicates that there is a serious problem. Usually the problem is cause by a conflict between the local and national government or when cultural forces become a threat to the state. Because of the worldwide agreement that sub-national units should not be allowed to impair the country, external forces such as the UN come in and make sure that no catastrophic events occur. Just because the core countries are more successful does not mean that they don’t encounter the same sub-national problems like the periphery do. For example, Yugoslavia broke into different countries because of the hatred between all the ethnic groups. Each group tried to get even with each other, and conflict kept breaking out. Eventually the UN had to intervene and make peace between these groups. Although the core and periphery countries are equally vulnerable to these problems, peace and success are less likely to be found in the periphery countries. For example, after all the problems in Somalia, the country ended up having a starvation, drought, refugee crisis, and external forces’ aid gone wrong. All these differences and regions keep the world rough, but as these differences become similarities in the core and periphery countries, the world is becoming flatter.

Chapter 9: Promise and Peril in the Provinces

Within every country there are regions separated by culture, language, government, and ethnicity. Chapter 9 expresses how each region has an impact on the country itself. To a business entrepreneur in the capital, to a group of farmers living in edge sites, each group of people in that country can decide what fate lies in the place they live.

Subnational Units and Their Evolving Roles
  A subnational unit is a territory that is below the level of state and country defined in some significant way (De Blij, 2009, p.209). An example of one is in Belgium, which is separated into two regions based on language: Flanders, who speak Flemish, and Wallonia, who speak French (and, as well, Brussels which is a mixture of the two, the capital). Belgium was very rough because the language barrier left many people separated, but after World War Two, the regions seemed to break up making the country "flatter" (De Blij, 2009, p. 211). England is split into 9 different regions for voting purposes as well. Unfortuantly 78% of the voters rejected to it, so London continued with the voting system that it previously had.

Rough Times in the Core
    Just because the core is successful and prosperous does not mean it is all peaceful. Take Yugoslavia (the present-day Balkans) for example. In 1990, war broke out between the country's 17 ethnic regions. People living so close together had so much hatred toward each other that they broke off into their own separate countries. The problem was when the countries needed resources for each other conflict kept breaking out (De Blij, 2009, p.220). Eventually the UN had to step in and build the destroyed sites, and they tried to bring the countries at peace.

A Latent Threat 
   These regions of the world help keep the world rough, but unfortunately the more these barriers break and merge the more "flat" we are going to get. "All over the world, local aspersions reveal that the landscape of political geography is jagged and still eroding." (De Blij, 2009, p.232) states that our government, cultural, and language is becoming more similar in the core and periphery.

martes, 14 de abril de 2015

LYRICS WITH DOUBLE ENTENDRES

"Worthless", Brave Little Toaster (woodie's part, recalling those revolutionary sixties)
There were bikinis and buns, there were weenies
Fellini just couldn't forget

LATENT CONTENT:
"Buns" can refer to breasts or buttocks/glutei
"Weenies" can refer to penises
Federico Fellini, Italian filmmaker well-known for the erotic (and surreal) plots of his films

ANALYSIS
With the image of sunsets, surfers, and mention of Fellini, further west into the West – that frontier that is either California or Imaginary, where dreams become reality.  in full force, with hot dogs, bikinis, and surf culture, but it is a certain out-dated mode that begs for nostalgia but also recalls the anxieties surrounding this idyllic beach parties (wars, changing gender roles). 

"La puerta de Alcalá", Ana Belén (more on those revolutionary sixties)
Todos los tiranos se abrazan como hermanos 
exhibiendo a la gente sus calvas indecentes 
manadas de mangantes, doscientos estudiantes 
inician la revuelta, son los años 60. 



LATENT CONTENT:

This stanza may be referring to the Cold War and the youth movement at once... The analysis speaks of "una alusión a las primeras revueltas estudiantiles de los años 1960", so it is definitely the youth movement. University students roaring on the streets. 200 or maybe more of them.


ANALYSIS
la cuarta estrofa es una alusión a la dictadura franquista y las primeras revueltas estudiantiles de los años 1960;


"El hombre de los caramelos", Orquesta Mondragón

Él va muy compuesto,
usa sombrero,
el hombre de los caramelos,
envuelto
en un abrigo gris.
En la puerta del colegio,
con su bolsa de caramelos,
espera para hacerte feliz.
Y si deseas con él disfrutar,
no te debes, niñ@, asustar
el tiene siempre lo que te hara
gozaaaaaaaaar 
Uaaaaaaaaalove
Tu mamá te dice no debes mirar
debajo del abrigo lo que te va a enseñar
el hombre embozado en gris.
Él va muy puesto,
usa sombrero
el hombre de los caramelos,
envuelto
en un abrigo gris.
envuelto
en un abrigo gris.

LATENT CONTENT
This affably evil fellow is definitely a drug dealer (and probably a sexual predator).


"El onanista de la caja de sorpresas", Tam Tam Go

Y mira como a un caimán, le gusta tomar cerveza 
A coro con dos ranitas, por debajo de las mesas 
LATENT CONTENT
Can this be a prediction of Louis, Naveen, and Tiana a decade before P&tF... or something more erotic?
The verses refer most likely to the Budweiser advert in which some frogs ride an alligator into a swampland bar to drink beer.

Y mira como unos niños, en Denver, Colorado, 
celebran aniversarios, con cien tiros de regalo 
LATENT CONTENT
This is definitely the Columbine massacre.

Y mira que en los Balcanes 
un loco sueña con gloria 
pensando que por la paz 
limpia su tierra de escoria 

LATENT CONTENT
These verses refer to the ethnic cleansing in Croatia during the Balkan Wars.


"Manuel Raquel", Tam Tam Go

Cuando llegó
era un niño delicado 
no quería mancharse 
jugando en el descampado 
era un tipo legal, 
un amigo, un aliado 
Había vivido arrogante 
aquel error inocente 
llevar en cuerpo de hombre 
una mujer en su mente 
él un hombre tranquilo 
ella una dama valiente 
oh, Manuel Raquel 

Manuel Raquel 
no aguantó siquiera el primer invierno 
volando sobre un tacón 
de las redadas huyendo 

La última vez que le vi 
nos fuimos a emborrachar 
debajo del maquillaje no pudo disimular 
un cierto pudor antiguo 
al fin un poco de paz 

Quiso volar y salto 
no pude llegar a tiempo 
las lágrimas sin dolor 
me las ha arrancado el viento 
se fue sin decir adiós 
sin un grito, ni un lamento 
creo que iba contento 

Manuel Raquel 
no aguantó siquiera el primer invierno 
la detuvieron mil veces 
la pobre se fue rompiendo 
es muy difícil pasear 
de incógnito en el infierno 

Oh Manuel, oh Raquel 
se marchó 
es sólo una baja más 
Oh Manuel, oh Raquel 
se marchó 
por fin podrá descansar 
Manuel, oh Raquel 
se marchó 
es sólo una baja más 

Y se fue sin señalar 
y se fue sin simular 
y se fue sin molestar 
oh Manuel Raquel 
y se fue sin acusar 
y se fue sin apuntar 
y se fue sin disparar 
y se fue sin sin 

Y hasta la leña del monte 
tiene su separación 
de la gorda se hacen santos 
de la menuda carbón 

Y si vas al paraíso 
guardame un trozo de cielo 
que yo te llevo la tierra 
enrrollada en mi pañuelo.

LATENT CONTENT
Though it can appear to be a simple plot about a split personality... The whole song is about a male-to-female transsexual, who commits suicide due to the pressures of society within a dictatorship. It was tough to be queer in olden-day Spain.


"El peón del rey de negras", Mecano (allegory on social hypocrisy)

El problema es que mi señor,
que culea de estribor
pretende enrocarse con el alfil.

Y la reina, que es liberal,
no lo ve del todo mal
si a ella la dejan irse a Estoril.


LATENT CONTENT:
The expression "culear de estribor", "to lean towards starboard", can refer to sexual deviance. So the narrator sings that "my liege leans towards starboard" and has got a significant other of the same gender, yet "the queen is liberal and doesn't see anything wrong." This is a ménage à trois scenario reminiscent of Renly Baratheon, Loras Tyrell, and Margaery Tyrell! (Though this song was written decades before ASoIaF, it reminds me of the Reach Threesome/Team Highgarden soooo much!)


"Mil maneras de olvidar a un chulo", Joaquín Sabina, sung by Caco Senante (Spanish cover of Fifty Ways to Leave your Lover):


A una lumi de postín,
mi brother Paul Simón
con tremendo swing 
después de un rico making love,
dicen que le dijo 
que el cianuro y el daikiri
son más differents 
que un cordobés y un guiri
Palabrita del niño Jesús, 
"me no understand"
que un sex symbol como tú 
se encoñe de un gañán,
tan canchera, tan de luxe 
y tan tonta del culo,
habiendo mil maneras 
de olvidar a un chulo.
Abre los ojos, 
echa el cerrojo,
juega tus cartas,
hazte un favor,
prueba la tarta, 
vive la vida,
venda la herida 
del corazón.
No limpies babas 
del enemigo,
cuenta contigo, 
recíclate,
pela la pava 
con quien te quiera,
toca madera, 
ponte de pie.
En spanglish a un francés 
le llaman "sixty-nine",
si la dama es amateur,
apúntate compay,
pero pisa el freno
 que la teta de novicia
es como una dieta 
de veneno con caricias.
Con la farlopita 
que se traga esa nariz
cuántas fatiguitas, 
¿quién se paga un benjamín?
tan canchera, tan de luxe 
y tan tonta del culo,
habiendo mil maneras 
de olvidar a un chulo.
Búscate un menda 
que no te venda,
suéltate el pelo, 
cámbiate el chip
que el dormitorio 
no es un velorio,
que no hay más cielo 
que éste de aquí.
Cómete el coco, 
mímate un poco,
no compres trapos 
de todo a cien,
pierde las llaves, 
quema las naves,
sobran los guapos, 
¿no te das cuén?
Dile a Domingo 
que atraque un bingo,
que cante misa 
y que aprenda inglés,
que tus caderas 
siguen solteras,
que sus camisas 
las planche él.
Tira complejos 
por la ventana,
con lo que ganas 
monta un tablao,
pasa de viejos, 
corta con Guille
y a quien te humille, 
la cuenta ¡y chao!
Dale a Josele 
donde le duele,
marca una fecha, 
baja el telón
y si amenaza, 
ponle dos tazas
de la cosecha 
de don Simón.
¡Oye Felipe!
que tengo gripe,
que folle Rita 
con mister Frank
y si te altera 
la primavera,
ven mamacita 
con tu papá.

LATENT CONTENT:
This song makes references to sex, Spanglish, and drugs like ethanol or cocaine.




jueves, 9 de abril de 2015

SAVAGES FILKS AND PARODIES

Disclaimer:
Not any of these parodies is meant to be offensive. 
No French, Nazis, Dornish, Reachers, Serbs, Croats, or any other collectives were harmed or meant to be harmed by these filks, whose purpose is, like that of the original song, to be critiques of war and discrimination.

I. THE WW2 VERSION OF "SAVAGES": THIRD REICH VS. FRENCH RÉSISTANCE
(Nothing here of mention except a reference to the French Revolution that most of you readers will get.)

COLONEL (OBERST) VON STROHM:
What can you expect
from filthy little Frenchmen?
Their whole idea of liberty's a curse!
They cut their royals' heads!
They're only good when dead!
They're vermin, as I said, or worse!

NAZIS:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
Savages, savages, drive them from our shore!
COLONEL (OBERST) VON STROHM:
They're not like you and me,
which means they must be evil...
We must sound the call to war!
NAZIS:
Savages, savages, leftish sans-culottes!
We must sound the call to war!

(FEMALE) LEADER OF THE VAUCLUSE RÉSISTANCE:
This is what we feared,
the Führer's men are demons,
they just care for revenge on us and greed...
RÉSISTANT I:
Beneath their milky hide,
there's emptiness inside...
RÉSISTANT II:
I wonder if they even bleed!

RÉSISTANTS:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
Savages, savages, killers at the core...
(FEMALE) LEADER OF THE VAUCLUSE RÉSISTANCE:
They're different from us,
which means they can't be trusted...
RÉSISTANT I:
We must sound the call to war!
RÉSISTANTS:
Savages, savages, enemies of freedom!
We must sound the call to war!

(FEMALE) LEADER OF THE VAUCLUSE RÉSISTANCE:
Savages! Savages! Let's go kill a few men!
COLONEL (OBERST) VON STROHM:
Savages! Savages! Now it's up to you, men!
EVERYONE ON BOTH SIDES:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
We must sound the call to war!



II. THE BALKAN VERSION OF "SAVAGES": CROATIAN USTASHE VS. SERBIAN CHETNIKS
(Annotation: The expression "Themselves they cannot cross" refers to the difference between the Catholic and Orthodox versions of the sign of the cross: Catholics like Croats cross themselves from left to right, while Orthodox like Serbs cross themselves from right to left.)

CROATIAN COLONEL:
What can you expect
from filthy li'l heretics?
This happens when confessions are diverse!
Themselves they cannot cross!
What better than their loss?
They're there for us to toss, and worse!

CROATS:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
Savages, savages, drive them from our shore!
CROATIAN COLONEL:
They're not like you and me,
which means they must be evil...
We must sound the call to war!
CROATS:

Savages, savages, dirty cursed heretics!
We must sound the call to war!

SERBIAN COLONEL:
This is what we feared,
the Croats are all demons,
they only thing they care for is their creed...
SERBIAN CAPTAIN:
Beneath their milky hide,
there's emptiness inside...
SERBIAN LIEUTENANT:
I wonder if they even bleed!

SERBS:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
Savages, savages, killers at the core...
SERBIAN COLONEL:
They're different from us,
which means they can't be trusted...
SERBIAN LIEUTENANT:
We must sound the call to war!
SERBS:
Savages, savages, down with those heretics!
We must sound the call to war!

CROATIAN COLONEL:
Savages! Savages! Let's go kill a few men!
SERBIAN COLONEL:
Savages! Savages! Now it's up to you, men!
EVERYONE ON BOTH SIDES:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
We must sound the call to war!



III. THE WESTEROS VERSION OF "SAVAGES": REACHERS VS. DORNISH
(This takes place in the past, sometime between Aegon's Conquest and the conquest of Dorne. The Warden of the South and Princess of Dorne in this story are both my OC:s.)


PAXTER TYRELL:
What can you expect
from filthy little Rhoynar?
Their whole race of lewd sinners is a curse!
Their skins are dark and hot!
They rarely tie the knot!
They're all a wicked lot, and worse!

REACHERS:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
Savages, savages, drive them from our shore!
PAXTER TYRELL:
They're not like you and me,
which means they must be evil...
We must sound the drums of war!
REACHERS:
Savages, savages, dirty cursed heretics!
We must sound the drums of war!

ELIA NYMEROS MARTELL:
This is what we feared,
the Reachers are not people,
they only thing they feel at all is greed...
LORD DAYNE:
Beneath their milky hide,
there's emptiness inside...
LORD YRONWOOD:
I wonder if they even bleed!

DORNISH:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
Savages, savages, killers at the core...
ELIA NYMEROS MARTELL:
They're different from us,
which means they can't be trusted...
LORD YRONWOOD:
We must sound the drums of war!
DORNISH:
Savages, savages, closing in on our lands!
We must sound the drums of war!

ELIA NYMEROS MARTELL:
Savages! Savages! Let's go kill a few men!
PAXTER TYRELL:
Savages! Savages! Now it's up to you, men!
EVERYONE ON BOTH SIDES:
They're savages, savages, barely even human!
We must sound the drums of war!

lunes, 30 de junio de 2014

NEVER AGAIN

The cruelty of oppression is when the strong tread the weak under their feet.

Henry van Dyke.

...

Remember the Inquisition.
Remember the Thirty Years' War.
Remember the victims of Fascism and Communism.
Remember the Balkans.
Remember the women and youth of the Middle East.
Remember, nowadays, the fate of Ukraine...

After decades of peace, there's war in Europe again.
We hope it doesn't extend westward, to our free countries.