Merece México la televisión que tiene?


Siempre hemos sido castigados como mexicanos, si no es la excesiva violencia es el demacrado hastío que tenemos hacia la vida misma, el trabajo, la escuela, la calle, la vida misma es un elemento aburrido, monótono y ansiadamente apartado de nuestra mente. El mexicano promedio lo que mas desea al llegar a su casa después de la jornada del día es recostarse en su sala/silla/sillón/cama/piso y prender la televisión, olvidarse de todo lo demás y es así como entramos a un debate donde el deber de informar, educar y surtir de cultura al televidente ha dejado de ser tan importante y llegamos solo al objetivo de entretener...entretener para vender.

En esta pequeña reflexión (opiniones personales para ser exactos) menciono cual es la idea en la cual el mexicano se encuentra para hacerle frente a una televisión cada vez mas embrutecedora y aplastante de las aspiraciones reales dándole un cachito de melate a su televidente, sea pues esta la primer entrada con video de este humilde blog

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How to Be a Good Writer

You've got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.

and don't worry about age
and/or freshly-arrived talents.

just drink more beer
more and more beer

and attend the racetrack at least once a

week

and win
if possible

learning to win is hard -
any slob can be a good loser.

and don't forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.

don't overexercise.

sleep until moon.

avoid paying credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.

remember that there isn't a piece of ass
in this world over $50
(in 1977).

and if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
whether the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong -

an early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.

stay out of churches and bars and museums,
and like the spider be
patient -
time is everybody's cross,
plus
exile
defeat
treachery

all that dross.

stay with the beer.

beer is continuous blood.

a continuous lover.

get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window

hit that thing
hit it hard

make it a heavyweight fight

make it the bull when he first charges in

and remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.

If you think they didn't go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you're doing now

without women
without food
without hope

then you're not ready.

drink more beer. 
there's time.
and if there's not
that's all right
too.

Poema de Henry Charles Bukowski Jr. poeta estadounidense inspiración de este blog dedicado a la critica de cualquier interés del poseedor de la cuenta, tragos amargos y referencias innecesarias solo aquí. Bienvenidos sean.