“What do they do and who are the defenders of human rights?” may seem a rhetorical question to the most condescending, and to others simply a stupid question. But for me and many of my friends, that have seen interviews on television where the “Cuban people,” in an act of repudiation against “the instruments of the CIA in favor of human rights” --they even say that right on the National Television News--me, I shit on the mother of “those human rights” and it no longer seems rhetorical nor stupid, but urgent. For this reason I publish another PDF, which I already don’t remember how it came my way in the multiple flash memories and CDs that are given to me and that I pass on every day.
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.