Next Saturday, October 18th, 2008, a show has been organized with openly political propaganda purposes at the Agglutination Place. Among the main guests are representatives in Havana of the genocidal government of George W. Bush and such discredited mercenaries as Marta Beatriz Roque and Elizardo Sánchez Santa Cruz. The intention is for our artists to legitimize with their presence this contribution to the media campaign against our country. We denounce the attempt to give artistic coverage to provocations of this nature. We regret that Sandra Ceballos will take part in the game of the empire’s servants. We appreciate CUBARTE’s support in circulating this message.
SANDRA CEBALLOS’S REPLY TO THIS SLANDER AND DEFAMATION.
I PUBLICLY ACCUSE THE NATIONAL COUNCIL OF PLASTIC ARTS AND RAFAEL DÍAZ DE LA OSA OF LIBEL AND SLANDER AGAINST MY PERSON AND AGAINST THE WORK FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE ART AND ONLY ART THAT THE AGGLUTINATION PLACE HAS BEEN ACCOMPLISHING FOR FOURTEEN YEARS. IT IS A SHAME FOR THE ARTISTS AND FOR ALL THE PERSONS WHO IN SO MANY WAYS ARE INVOLVED WITH THE WORLD OF THE ARTS IN CUBA THAT WE HAVE TO READ WRITINGS AS PRETENTIOUS, DECADENT AND NOT IN THE LEAST ORIGINAL AS THESE. UNFOUNDED WRITINGS, MANUFACTURED WITH WORDS THAT ANSWER TO POLITICAL SCHOOLS; WRITINGS THAT CONTAIN A SINGLE DIRECTIVE: TO DESTROY, MISREPRESENT, DISORIENT, FRUSTRATE AND SUBJUGATE.
I DEMAND, WITH ALL MY RIGHTS AS A CUBAN CITIZEN, THAT THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS BE ANSWERED TO ME PUBLICLY (since that’s how it has been disclosed).
1 – WHO IN THE NATIONAL COUNCIL OF THE PLASTIC ARTS HAS DRAFTED SUCH CORROSIVE TEXT?
2 – WHERE IS THE PROOF THAT A “SHOW WILL TAKE PLACE WITH OPENLY POLITICAL PROPAGANDA PURPOSES“ ON OCTOBER 18TH AT THE AGGLUTINATION PLACE?
3 – WHERE IS THAT GUEST LIST, SUPPOSEDLY DRAFTED BY AGGLUTINATION PLACE, IN WHICH PEOPLE AND REPRESENTATIVES OF THE GOVERNMENT OF THE UNITED STATES MENTIONED IN THAT PARAGRAPH APPEAR? I DEMAND THAT YOU SHOW ME THAT LIST.
4 - I DEMAND PROOF THAT ARTISTS ARE BEING SUMMONED TO “LEGITIMIZE WITH THEIR PRESENCE THIS CONTRIBUTION TO THE MEDIA CAMPAIGN AGAINST CUBA.”
5 – FINALLY, I'M WITHIN MY RIGHTS TO LEGALLY ACCUSE OF DEFAMATION THE PERSON RESPONSIBLE OF THE SERIOUS ACCUSATION THAT I AM “TAKING PART IN THE GAME OF THE EMPIRE’S SERVANTS.”
ENOUGH CENSORSHIP, TECHNICALLY DEMAGOGUE, INSIDIOUS, UNSIGNED ACCUSATIONS AND WRITINGS. HAVE THE COURAGE TO SHOW YOUR FACES AND TO NOT CONTINUE THE INSTITUTIONAL CLANDESTINENESS. STOP COMMITTING INJUSTICES AGAINST CUBAN ARTISTS AND ART, FOR, THANKS TO THAT REGRETTABLE ATTEMPT AGAINST PERSONAL FREEDOM, WE HAVE ALREADY LOST MANY CUBAN CULTURAL PERSONALITIES, WHO TODAY LIVE FAR FROM THEIR HOMELAND AND YET, CONTRADICTORILY, FOR YOU THEY ARE PATRIMONY.
This is an excerpt to a version of the song, Epitaph for Vladimir Visotski by Karsmarski Jacek (Polish dissident songwriter), which includes Ciro Diaz in his latest album, The Blue Slug, that I listened to compulsively for at least two months, especially on the street with my mp3 inherited from a friend who now has an I-pod. (Download the lyrics here) (Download the recording and album cover here) The song (in summary, which runs about ten minutes) is about a desperate artist going through the circles of hell in search of an answer or death, and at the end of his journey there is only loneliness and the weight of the supreme power above himself. So I found myself at times catching the bus across Havana at 12 noon in August under the perennial sunshine and with the distressing feeling of not going anywhere, or arriving too late, or going for pleasure ... I feel that I have already arrived at the eighth enclosure (this is the finale of the song) where there is nothing, and I feel useless and empty, and I look at people without faith who walk along the street and who have so much fear that they no longer know they're afraid, and who have seen so many Roundtables and so many news broadcasts that they no longer know what belongs to reality or just to the TV screen. They cannot discern that they no longer believe, but cannot disbelieve either, and just move along past me not going anywhere.