This analysis delves into Pablo Neruda's "Ode to the First Day of the Year," arguing that the poem's true value lies in its literary interpretation, not the author's controversial political ideology. It emphasizes the importance of interpreters over mere followers and explores themes of time, human existence, and the search for hope amidst indifference.
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In this session we are going to refer to a very important issue that has to do with a poem by
Pablo Neruda. Pablo Neruda writes at one point an ode, an ode referring to the first day of the
new year, specifically here behind us we have the specific title of the poem so that at any
time of the session it is known what we are referring to ode to the first day of the year ode to the first
day of a new year not so much because at any time we are on dates comparable to
these but because Pablo Neruda among other issues has been a very discussed poet, very
controversial by some and by others because in addition to being a poet he was a politician and was
politically committed to ideologies that have been highly discussed throughout his history and that
have been highly debated ideologies that, like all ideologies, have The objective is to confront
opposing ideologies without discussing its own foundations. In any case, literature requires us
to interpret literary materials among which the author undoubtedly occupies a very
important place. But this should never make us forget that more important
than the author is his literature Although the author is an inextinguishable cause of it In any
case Pablo Neruda like Jorge Luis Borges and like all writers they have detractor followers
but what these authors demand as what their literature demands are interpreters that is to say
that although today day the word follower is used to refer to anything we say
so-and-so has followers so-and-so has followers and also has detractors but that is
irrelevant from the point of view of the demands that a person's work
demands. from a person it does not require followers it requires interpreters and to be an interpreter for someone
not really anyone can do most of the people have followers like the piper of
Amelin had followers in his army of solos in his army of rats but in reality no one
would know among those mice interpreting the key from which supposedly the flutist of Amelin
played his flute is saying that a follower is not the same as a performer, practically a
follower is the same as a detractor but in the opposite direction what really matters
what What really measures the quality of an author or a literary work are the interpreters
and the interpretations that these interpreters are capable of making, so here we will not go into whether
or not Pablo Neruda was a communist or not, eh, if it was this, if it was that, we are going to refer here Here
we are going to refer to Pablo Neruda as a poet as the author of this ode dedicated to the first day of
a new year and we are going to examine what are the ideas
formally objectified in these literary materials of the poem of the ode on specific of Pablo Neruda,
it should be noted that ideologies often greatly spoil the interpretations, not only
literary but also the scientific interpretations made of any type of work, therefore
here we discard them. And I emphasize once again that I do not speak, I have never spoken. Nor will I
ever speak in the name of any ideology, in the name of any philosophy and in the name of any religion.
I present knowledge and speak in the name of the knowledge that I have that
any other people want to make use of. Under their responsibility, of my knowledge or
my knowledge in the name of this or that ideology, philosophy or religion, that is
their thing, but I have always been, in any case, an interpreter of literary works by
literary authors. I have been an interpreter of other people's ideologies, other people's philosophies and religions.
others but I do not share or identify with any ideology or with any philosophies
or with any religion. I have my own work that is better or worse than what I dedicate myself to. In short,
interpreting literature from my own work with its own and specific coordinates within of a
historical, literary and cultural intertext of which I am part but I do not subscribe to any type of
philosophy, any type of ideology or any type of religion and this should be noted when
referring to an actor as ideologically intervened as is the case of Pablo Neruda
as Rafael Alberti has also been, keep in mind that between poets relations
are not always exactly cordial but there are poets who, like Miguel Hernández, considered
Rafael Alberti a traitor and an impostor, poets like Luis Cernuda who considered ladies Alonso
also as a traitor and like an impostor etcetera etcetera then the relationships between
like Pedro Salinas who considered Luis Cernuda himself as a kind of picky glass
shopper and fragile or like most of the members of the generation of '27 who
always showed themselves as if they were virgins and innocent in the face of any type of adversity.
Well, they sometimes considered Juan Ramón Jiménez as a maniacal picky eater among
other things. So we're not going to go into it. in these details that are very appetizing for
any type of seismography and for any type of idiot who wants to take care of them
but that is not our case. Here we are going to refer to Pablo Neruda and We are aware that
ideologies are ways of organizing collective ignorance, they are ways of emotionally organizing
collective ignorance. We know that throughout history, ideologies
have not always existed. Ideologies emerge, especially in the contemporary age. They emerge,
especially as a consequence. of the Enlightenment and a reorganization of the concept of democracy
articulated in ideologies, that is, think that democracy is a system of government that is
based on the confrontation of some ideologies with others in order to thus ensure the
confrontation of the population and maintain to the population properly disunited While the one
who controls the organization or disorganization of ideologies controls the system before
there were ideologies, what there was was basically beliefs monopolized not by
politics or by democracy as a political system but monopolized by religion and
religious institutions that is, by the churches before there were ideologies
on the left or right with the nuances that within the left to the right to the center,
any geometric position that we want to point out, they administered to the beliefs and
ideas of the people of the people what There were religious sects and configurations that
were reformed
when there was an institutionalized church that was already politically religiously theologically
emerging in other alternative sects classified as heretical, that is, the Cathars or Albigensians,
the Arians, the Anabaptists, etc., that is to say, before there were
politically organized ideologies in the name of Democracy, for example, there were
organized or religiously disorganized religious beliefs, but people have always sought beliefs
to legitimize the mutual confrontation of in such a way that it is certainly very difficult
to pacify human behavior because the human being is always an individual who tries to
find a way to legitimize his psychological impulses in the name of a religion in the
name of an ideology or when not in the name of a platform of self-help or a
self-help discourse that allows Apparently to continue selling smoke, that is why I have said many times
that behind many philosophies behind many religions behind many uh ways of speaking
that invite self-help there is absolutely nothing more than pretending the monopoly than the
pretension of the monopoly of human beliefs in the name of a religion, an ideology or
a philosophy. Pablo Neruda opted for one of these ideologies. He was fully committed to it and
submitted a good part of his literary activity to satisfying the demands of this ideology. We are well
aware of that but apart from that we are not going to get into this. We leave this to the
ideologues and we leave it in the hands of all those people who make literature a kind of
whore which they turn into that of ideology. What seems most appropriate to you? For me, literature
is not that. For me, literature is a requirement of human knowledge, it is a requirement of
human intelligence and I leave any other type of thing in the hands of those who want to take care of
it because I am not responsible for what others do. I am responsible for a concept
literature to which I have dedicated myself to interpreting and analyzing what others do with their prejudices,
their ideologies, their philosophies or their religious beliefs, it is up to them. We are going to
refer here, therefore, to this ode by Pablo Neruda written almost in verses. bisyllables in many
aspects in verses with two metric syllables, you already know that it is not possible for there to be a verse with
a single metric syllable, the verses even if they are monosyllabic from the point of view of
their articulation verbal are metrically always bisyllabic there are many acute verses verses of a
single word I would say diamos but not monosyllabic there is a very altruistic and very ultraist component
also very altruistic but very ultraist in this poem in this ode and we are first going to
read it in an interrupted way from the beginning finally and then we are going to go into some details uh
as everyone knows Pablo Neruda lives lives the first three uh ter quarters of the of the century uh
of the 30th century was born in 1904 and died in 1973 in very disturbing circumstances.
We are going to read this poem and then we are going to analyze it, considering a series of qualities
of referents of terms that, related to each other, refer us to a certain conceptualization
of what What Pablo Neruda wants to express in this poem Neruda was a poet who easily created
a literary work with very few words, not always of great literary quality but always of an
interesting resonance, that is to say, he is a poet already very much of the second half of the 20th century, very much the
second half of the 20th century and it must be recognized that the second half of the 20th century has hardly produced
valuable poets, some will be scandalized by this statement but that doesn't bother me very much,
that is, the first half of the The 20th century did produce valuable poets, but after
the Second World War I will not say that it was because of the Triumph of the United States, but what
is true is that after the Planetary Domination of the United States, literature fades away. I don't know
if this has any relationship. sinister but it is There is no doubt that the war and political triumph of the
United States in the middle of the 30th century represented an enormously important change and upheaval in the
political and literary conception of the world and human life, and literature has lost
originality, lost creativity, and has lost weight absolutely everywhere in fact we see
today that literature has disappeared from educational institutions and I think it will take
a long time to return and the lives of many of us will end without seeing literature again
in universities in fact today I I dare to affirm that practically only 5 or
10% of the current university population could give an interpretation of Don Quixote worthy of
being presented at a congress or in a public exhibition. I mean that the majority of
today's university students are incapable of interpreting Don Quixote. Most of
today's university students are incapable of interpreting Don Quixote. They can follow Cervantes.
Like someone who follows the flautist like a rat, but they are not able to interpret
Don Quixote. Let's go to the ode. to Pablo Neruda's ode to the first day of the year, the poet writes,
we distinguish it as if it were a little horse different from all horses, we decorate its forehead with a
ribbon, we put red bells around its neck, and at midnight we are going to receive it as if it were
an explorer who comes down from a star like bread looks like yesterday's bread like a ring to all
the Rings the days flash clear tinklings Fugitives and lie down in the dark night I see
the last day of this year on a railway towards the rains of the distant purple archipelago and
the man of the complicated machine like a clock from the sky lowering his eyes to the infinite Pattern
of the Rails to the brilliant cranks to the fast links of fire Oh driver of
runaway trains towards black stations of the eastern night end of the year without women without children is not
the same as yesterday's and tomorrow's from the tracks and the machinery on the first day the first Aurora
of a year that begins has the same rusty color as an iron train and the beings of the
road the cows the villages in the vapor of the Dawn without knowing that it is the door of the year of a
day shaken by bells adorned with feathers and carnations the Earth does not know it will receive this day
golden gray Celeste will spread it on Hills wet it with arrows of transparent rain and then
roll it up in its tube it will keep it in the shadow so I wait little door of hope new
day of the year even if you are the same as bread with all bread we are going to live you in a different way
we are going to eat you to flourish wait we will put you like a cake in our life
we will light you like a candelabra we will drink you as if you were a topaz new year's day
fresh electric day all the leaves come out green from the trunk of your time
to the aromas displayed s Even if you are only one day a poor human day your halo beats
over so many tired hearts and you are either a new day or a coming cloud bread never seen
Permanent Tower well it is a very valuable poem Although Pablo Nuda wrote it, it does not have to
be malicious, it is a very valuable poem, it is a poem with ultraist touches with very
cut verses, very almost monosyllabic that They are not, they are bisyllabic, they are acute, they are raw verses, they are
also very sad verses, but with an optimism typical of an era that artificially makes
itself happy by fleeing from reality. Where, then, like this train to which one does not naturally know,
the poem points to the topic of the path, life as a path, in this case as a path.
Very determined, like a path previously laid out, the path is not made by walking, but
the path is already made by the rail by the train track. and the fundamental theme that
is only mentioned in the title is that if it were not for the title, we would not know exactly
what the poem refers to. Practically, the ode, the song, the song, the poem, the first day
of the year that we distinguish the human being. distinguishes distinguishes it collectively No
it is not I see it I distinguish it as the rest of us distinguish it we all collectively I mean
there is a consensus regarding the calendar that is not a little as if it were a little horse
different from all horses a tiny little horse that is to say like a toy as if it were
a toy horse, we would almost say that horses that are not toys are different from all horses, that is
, there is a concept of similarity because it is not said that the first day of the year is a horse,
it is not said that it is like a horse. Metaphor is not the same as simile.
Identifying two different terms by a series of common qualities that literature postulates
as such is not the same as establishing a comparison based on some type of relationship that The reader
must verify, must value, must assess a different horse. of all the horses it is
as if it were a toy like this a Christmas toy we decorate his forehead with a ribbon we put
red bells around his neck that is to say with color Not necessarily red colorful chromatic bells
and at midnight we are going to receive him as if he were the explorer coming down from a
star we are not talking about Santa Claus we are talking of an almost luminous or celestial figure
but not religious it is as if he were an explorer he does not speak of an astronaut who comes down from a star
he does not speak of Santa Claus he speaks in much more open and poetic terms that is to say that he is
expected as if he were a small toy as if it were an illusion as if it were an object
that stimulates our emotions At midnight Just at the exact time when the new year
begins unnaturally When someone eats the New Year's Eve grapes, they don't do it in such a way
eh poetic so emotional but usually does it in a very noisy way with a series of
supposedly famous figures who do things that I am not going to qualify here eh with respect to what I could
literally think about the things that those types of people do Eh who invite us very loudly
very chavacan m Well, let's leave it like this and change the year to make the transition of the
year. It seems that the change of year has to be mediated by that type of behavior or
ways of being mediated by public television or the Internet and that there is no other way. way of spending
the year here Pablo Neruda is not precisely invoking that but rather he perceives the arrival of the
new year as a little horse different from all others, as an object different from all others to which
contemplate with emotion with enthusiasm with a certain eh Hope that is appreciated as a
day equal to the others but with some touch of originality with some hope or illusion of
originality like a hope that comes down from the sky of some star from here to this playful object
this manipulable object can be controlled like a child can manipulate certain objects as
something harmless because a toy really is something harmless of course you will tell me
and war toys war toys are harmless Because if they were offensive they would not be
toys would be firearms, nothing else is that you already see in war toys Well,
something atrocious and terrible is that my generation that was educated with war toys It seems to be the
most pacifist in history and the next one that was no longer educated with war toys
he will surely have to star in a war But well that is another question the second stanza already identifies
this new year as a bread like bread not as a wafer with which one takes communion not as a body of
God that is ingested but as an element that, without being religious, refers to our
daily bread literally because it is just another day, it is our daily bread, it is the hope of
food. Ultimately, it is the hope of survival. vital as the bread resembles
yesterday's bread, that is to say, it comes to be as I insist, no, I will not say our daily bread because that
is a religious intertextuality that is in religion H because it is in life In short, it is to
say survival live Day after day year after year that is crossing the border of a year is
at least having lived one more year we will never know if in a year we will still be here we don't know
in reality we don't know and one never knows if one will finish doing what he does if he records
a video. interpretation of a piece of music the reading of a literary work as an amuno would say
also on December 31 in his poem it is at night in my study writing some verses he concludes them
to a living when years later he would also die one afternoon on December 31 December in
Salamanca of a stroke of an apoplexy like bread looks like yesterday's bread like a ring to
all the Rings the days they sound clear tinkling Fugitives and they lie down in the dark night this
concept of how from between my hands you slip what Quevedo would say that Concepción of fast fugitive time
that never stops. Here it is very present but associated with survival, that is,
how bread resembles yesterday's bread like a ring to all the Rings, the ring is the symbol
of alliance is the most powerful symbol of the alliance that we ultimately wear on a
finger that bears the name of the ring the ring finger is is It is one of the most powerful expressions there
is of the Alliance In short, and it is much more important the alliance of what of what seems
I see the last continues the next stanza I see the last day of this year on a railway towards
the rains well here we go from chronography to topography we pass the the poem It is a poem
clearly eh chronographic of the same so that the romance of the prisoner who for May was for May,
that is, it places us in a certain context of the calendar at a certain point in the calendar,
it is a chronographic poem and here also because it talks about the ode on the first day of the year, it places us
in front of the first day of the year There are 48 hours left, there are always a few hours left until the next first
day of the year, not here there are very few hours left. So I see the last day of this year where
here it goes from chronography to topography on a railway towards the rains to say, see it
in movement and you will say go What nonsense you're saying? I'm not saying it. In any case,
the poet says the nonsense, that is, we are not at a fixed point in the universe. In fact,
there are no fixed points in the universe. If physics teaches us anything since Newton, it is that there are no fixed points. fixed points
in the universe since before Newton, also since Copernicus and also on this day this
year on a railway towards the rains, that is, we travel fleetingly in time and space
on the railway that is supposed to go to the entire universe. available speed of that historical moment but
towards the rains, not towards the East but towards the West, not towards the south but towards the
midnight of course the poem is also in a certain way a nocturne because the center of gravity
is at midnight it is in the transit of the year at the zero hours of the new day In short
on a railway towards the Rains of the distant purple archipelago that is to say almost a un a world
poeticized as alien And the man of the machine The man of the machine is almost even though it is a
genitive of qualification an attributive genitive The man of the machine the machinist a genitive
of attribution is It is as if Let's say the optimist, note the metabasis: the man the machine the
machine man In short, with everything that in the 20th century the machine man means, especially if
we associate it with a socialist or social realist literary intertext, the machine man who here
is not functioning with the same intensity with which he operates here does not work with the same intensity
with which he operates in other poems or in other works of Neruda and the man of the machine that is to say the
machinist complicated like a clock from heaven a clock from heaven It is almost like a cosmic clock
like a Newtonian mechanism lowering its eyes to the infinite Pattern of The Rails In short,
it is an inextinguishable future an inexhaustible future the infinite Pattern of The Rails life has no end life
has no end it continues constantly that is to say note how we have gone from the initial toy
to the bread of daily survival to the machine to the machine man is to say how
for how the poem in some way suggests that man is part of a structure that the It is constantly passed
by a complicated machine like a clock from the sky and how the human being, lowering
his eyes, could say that Looking at the sky but not not looking at the sky, Look at the earth, Look at Los
Rieles, lowering his eyes to the infinite Pattern of Los Rieles, that is, a path that has no end
because the train never stops, the train does not arrive at the station, it is like the horseman from del
Lorca who never reaches Córdoba, far away and alone, that is to say, here there is no destination even indicated
or even known. destiny is the new year to survive in it In short, to the bright
cranks note the ipaj the cranks are not bright they do not have their own lights that is to say the
cranks receive the splendor the luminosity of the stoker That is to say from the Boiler of the railway
to the fast links of fire, that is to say, here there is a continued metaphor because the
train is faster than the fire. In short, the fire moves with the train and in turn it moves the train, that is to
say, it is a display of figures eh poetic metaphors and very successful pages very well achieved
to express that continuity of human life already involved in a machinery that is fortunately
unstoppable. The next stanza focuses on the train driver on the machinist
and here it already acquires a semantic value that transcends the object the physical term to which
it refers notice or train driver there is an apostrophe it refers to him rushing towards
black stations of the night that redundancy of blackness I insist that the poem is a nocturne
but it is not a romantic nocturne, it is a post-romantic nocturne almost linked to the so-called
poetry of experience In short, black seasons of the night the black seasons of the
night They are fixed points of the night That is, they are pauses in movement This It makes you think almost
I won't say in Strinberg's drama of seasons or in
Bin Clan's grotesque theater of seasons even the lights of bohemia for example but I made them the black seasons
of the night with this adjective so specific that it is not epithet not not to the black seasons
of the night but to the black seasons of the night worth the semantic redundancy this end
of the year without women without children this is a terrible void without family in In short it refers to
an empty world or an image of the world void that the poet tries to present as the prelude to
a nilism. It is not the same as yesterday's and tomorrow's, it seems as if the world was emptied of women and
children, that is, a world of loneliness, but of a loneliness that is put into question. judgment a loneliness
that it is criticized that a solitude that is not enriched by one's own personal life that
can occur in many cases in the solitudes that title the work is evidently censored.
from Góngora, for example, an enriched solitude, Sonora's solitude, the dinner that recreates and falls in love with, which
Saint John of the Cross spoke of, but what we are talking about here is putting a bad face on a world
that places human beings in forced isolation in a loneliness in a lack of communication because the
world is a wasteland the world at this point is a void the loneliness of a train that does not know where
it is going the trip to nowhere Ultimately even if that nowhere is the distant
purple archipelago a railway that He goes towards the rains of a distant purple archipelago. Man and
the machine are not man and the earth, as Rodríguez de la Fuente would say, he is the man of the machine,
without a wife and without children, he is not the same as yesterday's and tomorrow's, and we return from new to the counterpoint of
the reality that we have before us and the imaginative or semantic assessment of that reality. Note
how nism is going to increase and the appointment with nature gives us rise to Indifference,
we are going to see it right now from the roads and the maestronzas the maestronzas have nothing to do
with Seville, the maestronzas are In short, H is an organization of life that takes
chivalry or chivalry as a reference. On the one hand and on the other hand, the Maestranza
also refers to workshops that have to to do with mechanical engineering both in the art of
war and in engineering for times of peace. In short, it is the art of chivalry
or the art by extension of any form of mechanical engineering, either for the art of
battles or for the art of peace from the tracks and the workshops the first day the
first Aurora of a year that begins has the same rusty color as an iron train and they greet
of course this seems that the Aurora in New York has four columns of silt this image of a
dawn whose Hope is totally withered because it is the same frustration of every day
of all dawns as Lorca would propose in the Poet in New York from the roads and the
masters on the first day the first Aurora of a year that begins has the same rusty color
of an iron train, of course, this is a metaphor that impregnates with frustration the hope of the dawn
of the next day, that is to say, it seems that we take for granted that next year will be a year that
bears the rust of the previous ones. That is those rums of rust that They can have the locomotives
of the sea, for example, the big ships, and the beings on the road greet us. Now we move from the machine
of that futurism that is already outdated at the time when Neruda writes the poem to the living beings
on the road, we move from the machine to nature. to the fauna more that to the flower to the fauna the beings
of the road the cows the villages in the vapor of the Dawn without knowing that it is the door
of the year of a shaken day this shaken thing already sounds bad not because the poet has no quality but
because it what it refers to is the poor quality of the coming year a life shaken a life pushed a
life that does not move by its own inertia but pushed by adversity a life pushed
by adversity shaken by the bells adorned We assume that artificially with
feathers and carnations the feather detracts from the carnation at this point Although Although it contains a
modernist decoration typical of the 1920s, the feather and the carnation m outside that context it can be
disastrous In short, the feather and the carnation can even be negative It is a very
modernist image. Another question is that outside the modernist context this image persists as something valuable
and becomes something delusional, something frustrating. The truth is that what is being proposed here is a
terrible indifference of nature. That is to say, to the Nature doesn't give a damn if human beings
celebrate the change of year if they have something to celebrate at that change of year, the beings
on the road, the cows, the villages in the vapor of Dawn without knowing that it is the door
of the year of a day shaken a day negatively moved by bells by a kind of
artificial illusion human beings try to encourage themselves to face the new year new year
that is going to be the same as the previous one nature does not empathize with human beings This is
a totally vision romantic antir of nature for the romantics nature was in
concomitance with one's own mood, that is to say that if the human being was happy, nature
was happy, if the human being was sad, nature was sad, if the human being was
tormented, it is because there was a storm outside in such a way that nature was the soundtrack.
of the moods of any human being of the mood of any
human being but for a poet from the 20th century, nature has disconnected from the moods
of the human being, think of the poetry of Thomas Hardy, the fallow deer before the lonely house where
nature and the animal world of the human being already have a completely indifferent conception
, imagine that you have a dog and the dog does not pay attention to you, of course, this for the human being is
the most frustrating thing there is to have a dog that does not pay attention to you. the most frustrating thing there is
for human beings because human beings in today's world seek the company of animals
among other things because they do not find any satisfaction in another way of relating to
living beings and so they seek the company of animals that emotionally hey empathize with
them identify with them because imagine that you try to empathize with an animal and
the animal does not pay attention to you. You have two options: imagine that despite everything the animal pays
no attention to you or accept the disappointment, the approach of this poem is to accept the disappointment that the cows
look with indifference at
the artificial human emotion at the change
of year in such a way that
that the human being can show through nature and does not understand in any way the
idealism with which the human being relates to nature and animals. That is something
that the human being, if he were aware of it, would never forgive the animal. nor
to nature. That is to say, the human being who gets excited contemplating a cloud or contemplating
a mountain demands that the mountain recognize and thank in some way or share
that enthusiasm with the human being. totally
indifferent the clouds are completely indifferent regarding the emotions of
human beings who become ecstatic contemplating it not completely and in the case of animals Well, in
many aspects exactly the same thing happens, another thing is that the human being considers that it
is not like that and considers that the clouds become excited when the being human contemplates them and takes
photos of them or dedicates poems to them, but everyone is very free to think what they want as long as
reality does not acknowledge receipt of the next stanza, the earth does not know, that is to say, this conception that
the Earth as a synthetic and general compendium of the nature completely ignores human concerns
, that is, human celebrations and self-celebrations, to the earth, to nature,
to the world, to reality, the reality does not give a damn about the human being, the human being who believes himself to be the figure
par excellence of creation, who believes himself to be the center of the universe and today every human being believes
that he is the center of the universe today every human being believes that the center of the universe
is where that human being is or imagine well the earth does not know the problem is that the
rest of human beings also ignore each other's to each other the earth does not
know it will receive this day golden gray Celeste will spread it in Hills wet it with arrows
of transparent rain the rain like an arrow and then roll it up in its tube and keep it
in the shadow that is to say that what is today Tomorrow will be forgotten, of course, this is the Internet, what
is today, tomorrow will be forgotten, but before the Internet, this is how life was too.
In short, the absolute indifference of nature to human action is brutal,
it is absolutely devastating, that is, if the human being was aware of What nature
actually despises because it ignores it would be completely perplexed. Of course, many of the
current movements try to identify the animism of the human being with the animism of
nature, as if there were a possibility that the human being would treat the mountain.
It would be about one to one, then the crocodiles, the universe, the northern lights, or saying that
is completely indifferent, this is an illusion plus another idealism by virtue of which the
human being projects a kind of Mystical relationship instead of doing so with God because he does with
nature or with animals or with cosmic forces, not like at that University in
a certain country that I went to on one occasion they invited me to give a lecture and they said that
always before a lecture Well, they invited the lecturer to eat and after the food they
all held hands and invoked the cosmic forces No And there they held my hands
invoking the cosmic forces imagine you Eh well The indifference of the
cosmic forces is manifest But well the human being can imagine that he talks to ghosts and having
a group therapy in this way will keep it in the shadow in the shadow that is to say in oblivion
in niilism that is to say in the ground in smoke in dust in shadow in nothing In short it is to say
It refers once again to the verses of Góngora eh in the poem in one of many poems dedicated to the
motif of carpediem In short, already entering the final stanzas,
a Hope emerges in the face of this enilism, but without self-deception there is a self-deception there is a let's go to encourage ourselves Because at the
end of the day we cross the border for a new year in which we do not know if we will survive or not
we do not know if next year we will be here or not At this time, but that doesn't matter either
because there will come a time when we will be nowhere and nothing will happen, so
human life is excessively overvalued because millions of people die every day and
absolutely nothing happens, the world stays the same, people die. human beings so that the species survives towards
uncertain paths infinite rails Ultimately then a certain hope springs forth in some way
a certain illusion disillusioned but inextinguishable also in the following terms That's right but
a final adversative is to say despite all this enilism despite all this indifference
but small door of hope of course the sacred word hope is the last thing that
is lost the first thing that is lost is trust the first thing that is lost is trust the bad ones
when they are truly intelligent the first thing that The bad guys do is lead us to doubt the
good guys, so the first thing that is lost is trust. The last thing is usually hope.
Very small door of hope. The door of hope is always small. It is always
very small. So small that it is difficult to enter. she little door of hope new
day of the year are metaphors of apposition the new year The New Year's Day is a small door of
Hope even if you are the same as the loaves of all bread well but that assures us of survival
our daily bread we are going to live you in a different way even if you are as always we are going to live
differently we are going to encourage ourselves In short we are going to celebrate it we are going to do a self celebration
In short we are going to live you in a different way we are going to eat you to flourish wait that is to say we
are going to get excited about you Although in reality you bring us what same as the rest of the days No, but
we will put you like a cake in our life, that is, like a cake, like a sweet, like
something worthy of a small delicacy, we will light you like a candelabra, that is, we will throw you a party
even if you are one day like the others But we are going to make you celebrate we will drink you as if you were a topaz that is
to say as if you were a jewel as if you were a liquefied precious stone we will drink you and a whole
apposition is almost the penultimate stanza which is a nuclear stanza new year's day electric day
fresh all the leaves come out green from the trunk of your time here again green I love you
green the new year I love you green I love you young I love you fruitful I love you fertile eh
It's a song based more on illusion as a result of disappointment than on illusion deceptive In short,
korans an imperative is the first imperative that addresses the new year, that is, give us
some satisfaction, it does not say happiness, Neruda is much more intelligent than all this, much more astute,
crown it in front of Jasmine or other types of less orthodox flowers Art all that floral decoration
of the theater of the orca of the poetry of the orca of the poetry of Juan Ramón of the poetry of Rubén the
floral decoration of modernism with open jasmines with all the aromas displayed this
fullness of sensoriality the water the flower the senses at maximum performance this is almost as
if a cactus, the poem It's a cactus, grows a flower, the flower is the
definitive hope of the new year, as Cervantes would say, life lasts, with it everything is achieved, life lasts, with it
everyone achieves everything, that is the declaration of one of the galley slaves who goes to the galleys and still
has hope, the Cervantine hope lasts life, that with it everything is achieved
poor day human day of course human days are poor days recently a person
told me how happy how unhappy people are How unhappy people are. Of course people are
very unhappy, that's why they spend their lives looking for happiness. Happiness is the goal of
failed human societies. Only those who live unhappily seek happiness.
A person who lives healthy and healthy does not lose the time searching for happiness has
that resounding statement yes even if you are only one day a poor human day your halo beats
over so many tired hearts these verses Almost almost in a single stroke of voice that in reality are
two because there are no verses with a single metric syllable like I said at the beginning, they are all
two-syllable verses, at least it beats over so many tired hearts, it is almost what stylistics
would go to in an exhaustion of human life, but still there is hope and you are Oh day That apostrophe
that invocation to the new year that incantation to the satisfaction of the new year Oh new day or
coming cloud never seen bread the unpublished bread is the bread of every day but this is never seen
Tower the image upright and strong the tower always refers to an erectile construction firm solid
robust permanent Permanent tower we are far here from the ruined Jay towers that
Quevedo sang about is a permanent tower is a is a firm phallic symbol we will not start here with
psychoanalysis that if fertility and things of that type but it is an affirmation of strength
that concludes and of optimism of uprising uprising a reasonable moderate sense Of course
the uprising in terms of Neruda you understand me but Oh coming cloud never seen bread
Permanent tower that is to say the poem that begins with a great sadness with and It is confirmed in a
great nihilism and with a great indifference of nature That is to say, despite the nihilism of
life we know it, we know that life ends with death and everything ends we know about The
indifference of nature That is to say no we get excited neither with the mountain nor with the dogs
nor with the animals nor with the tadpoles nor with the alojotepec, enthusiastically, that character
Cortazar looked in a fish tank like the fool he was, eh, the character was not Cortazar and this enilism, this
indifference towards the earth, the earth to which that maler sings in das lit fon de aerde the song
of the earth or to which Alexandre sings in Passion of the earth The earth here is indifferent we are
very far from the song of the earth of maler and we are very far from the passion of the land
of Vicente Alexandrea here the land is totally indifferent the human being is more alone than ever
and despite everything Despite the loneliness despite an infertile world despite a world without
a woman without children despite of emptiness despite going on a train moving towards we do not know where
we enter a new year and in this self-love to which the poet himself
gives this ode to the new year despite everything there is reasons not for deception nor for the
False illusion But there is also reason for optimism when we recorded this video there are
48 hours left to start a new year and despite everything that weighs despite everything that weighs you
are going to allow me to wish you a happy new year new and a prosperous change of stage I sincerely wish you
if you have been putting up with me for almost 10 years if you have been watching most probably
100 videos I sincerely wish you health Because when someone asks what
happiness consists of my answer has always been Clara la happiness It consists of having health and having
literature and having music, but above all, having health, I sincerely wish you a happy
new year and nothing more because as Cervantes would say, life lasts and with it everything is achieved health and
luck
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