Sunday, December 18, 2005

Dikaios

Here is a link to my movie. Its called Dikaios, which means Just in Ancient Greek. Its about the sacrifice of Iphigenia which takes place before the Trojan War. Let me know what you think.

This copy is 60 megs and is high quality.

This copy is 10 megs and is poor quality.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005


Found picture of Euro-Mike.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

leftist Latin America

New York Times Article on Evo Morales

Hell yeah Latin America!

"El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido!"

It's amazing that a country like Bolivia is so far ahead of the United States in terms of democracy that it could quite possibly elect a Quechua president. I know its not quite the same, but could you imagine a Navajo president of the United States? Or even a goddamn congressman for that matter? Evo Morales used to be a llama farmer. Can you imagine a pig farmer becoming president of the US? If Latin America finally can break the oppression from the North (i.e. by electing an Indian president, etc.) that would have some serious consequences in the general economy and politics of the world. If those countries can unite as one force with a single, politically progressive direction, it could become the single power able to stand up against the market driven bullying and policing of the U.S. Looks like the almost hundreds of years of US involvement, from direct engagement to CIA sabotage and under the table dealings, might finally backfire in the face of the stuffy US administration (and the transnationals that have run the administration for those 150-odd years). It's funny that the Cuban revolution has actually become the inspiration for a lot of these democratic revolutions happening across Latin America!

The following is the translation of the speech Fidel gave at the May Day celebration I went to in La Plaza de la Revolucion. The speech he gave lasted over an hour, because my video tape ran out well before Fidel finished. He went on right after a speech by an American Protestant priest who denounced (to both Fidel and the entire population of Cuba, who was either there or watching on television), the hasty execution of 3 Cubans who hijacked a loaded commuter ferry to drive it to Miami (it ran out of gas halfway and was picked up by the Cuban coast guard). Here is Fidel's speech (read it, because it's got a lot of intersting stuff in it):



Distinguished guests;

Dear fellow Cubans:

Our heroic people have struggled for 44 years from this small Caribbean island just a few miles away from the most formidable imperial power ever known by mankind. In so doing, they have written an unprecedented chapter in history. Never has the world witnessed such an unequal fight.

Some may have believed that the rise of the empire to the status of the sole superpower, with a military and technological might with no balancing pole anywhere in the world, would frighten or dishearten the Cuban people. Yet, today they have no choice but to watch in amazement the enhanced courage of this valiant people. On a day like today, this glorious international workers’ day, which commemorates the death of the five martyrs of Chicago, I declare, on behalf of the one million Cubans gathered here, that we will face up to any threats, we will not yield to any pressures, and that we are prepared to defend our homeland and our Revolution with ideas and with weapons to our last drop of blood.

What is Cuba’s sin? What honest person has any reason to attack her?

With their own blood and the weapons seized from the enemy, the Cuban people overthrew a cruel tyranny with 80,000 men under arms, imposed by the U.S. government.

Cuba was the first territory free from imperialist domination in Latin America and the Caribbean, and the only country in the hemisphere, throughout post-colonial history, where the torturers, murderers and war criminals that took the lives of tens of thousands of people were exemplarily punished.

All of the country’s land was recovered and turned over to the peasants and agricultural workers. The natural resources, industries and basic services were placed in the hands of their only true owner: the Cuban nation.

In less than 72 hours, fighting ceaselessly, day and night, Cuba crushed the Bay of Pigs mercenary invasion organized by a U.S. administration, thereby preventing a direct military intervention by this country and a war of incalculable consequences. The Revolution already had the Rebel Army, over 400,000 weapons and hundreds of thousands of militia members.

In 1962, Cuba confronted with honor, and without a single concession, the risk of being attacked with dozens of nuclear weapons.

It defeated the dirty war that spread throughout the entire country, at a cost in human lives even greater than that of the war of liberation.

It stoically endured thousands of acts of sabotage and terrorist attacks organized by the U.S. government.

It thwarted hundreds of assassination plots against the leaders of the Revolution.

While under a rigorous blockade and economic warfare that have lasted for almost half a century, Cuba was able to eradicate in just one year the illiteracy that has still not been overcome in the course of more than four decades by the rest of the countries of Latin America, or the United States itself.

It has brought free education to 100% of the country’s children.

It has the highest school retention rate –over 99% between kindergarten and ninth grade– of all of the nations in the hemisphere.

Its elementary school students rank first worldwide in the knowledge of their mother language and mathematics.

The country also ranks first worldwide with the highest number of teachers per capita and the lowest number of students per classroom.

All children with physical or mental challenges are enrolled in special schools.

Computer education and the use of audiovisual methods now extend to all of the country’s children, adolescents and youth, in both the cities and the countryside.

For the first time in the world, all young people between the ages of 17 and 30, who were previously neither in school nor employed, have been given the opportunity to resume their studies while receiving an allowance.

All citizens have the possibility of undertaking studies that will take them from kindergarten to a doctoral degree without spending a penny.

Today, the country has 30 university graduates, intellectuals and professional artists for every one there was before the Revolution.

The average Cuban citizen today has at the very least a ninth-grade level of education.

Not even functional illiteracy exists in Cuba.

There are schools for the training of artists and art instructors throughout all of the country’s provinces, where over 20,000 young people are currently studying and developing their talent and vocation. Tens of thousands more are doing the same at vocational schools, and many of these then go on to undertake professional studies.

University campuses are progressively spreading to all of the country’s municipalities. Never in any other part of the world has such a colossal educational and cultural revolution taken place as this that will turn Cuba, by far, into the country with the highest degree of knowledge and culture in the world, faithful to Martí’s profound conviction that "no freedom is possible without culture."

Infant mortality has been reduced from 60 per 1000 live births to a rate that fluctuates between 6 and 6.5, which is the lowest in the hemisphere, from the United States to Patagonia.

Life expectancy has increased by 15 years.

Infectious and contagious diseases like polio, malaria, neonatal tetanus, diphtheria, measles, rubella, mumps, whooping cough and dengue have been eradicated; others like tetanus, meningococcal meningitis, hepatitis B, leprosy, hemophilus meningitis and tuberculosis are fully controlled.

Today, in our country, people die of the same causes as in the most highly developed countries: cardiovascular diseases, cancer, accidents, and others, but with a much lower incidence.

A profound revolution is underway to bring medical services closer to the population, in order to facilitate access to health care centers, save lives and alleviate suffering.

In-depth research is being carried out to break the chain, mitigate or reduce to a minimum the problems that result from genetic, prenatal or childbirth-related causes.

Cuba is today the country with the highest number of doctors per capita in the world, with almost twice as many as those that follow closer.

Our scientific centers are working relentlessly to find preventive or therapeutic solutions for the most serious diseases.

Cubans will have the best healthcare system in the world, and will continue to receive all services absolutely free of charge.

Social security covers 100% of the country’s citizens.

In Cuba, 85% of the people own their homes and they pay no property taxes on them whatsoever. The remaining 15% pay a wholly symbolic rent, which is only 10% of their salary.

Illegal drug use involves a negligible percentage of the population, and is being resolutely combated.

Lottery and other forms of gambling have been banned since the first years of the Revolution to ensure that no one pins their hopes of progress on luck.

There is no commercial advertising on Cuban television and radio or in our printed publications. Instead, these feature public service announcements concerning health, education, culture, physical education, sports, recreation, environmental protection, and the fight against drugs, accidents and other social problems. Our media educate, they do not poison or alienate. They do not worship or exalt the values of decadent consumer societies.

Discrimination against women was eradicated, and today women make up 64% of the country’s technical and scientific workforce.

From the earliest months of the Revolution, not a single one of the forms of racial discrimination copied from the south of the United States was left intact. In recent years, the Revolution has been particularly striving to eliminate any lingering traces of the poverty and lack of access to education that afflicted the descendants of those who were enslaved for centuries, creating objective differences that tended to be perpetuated. Soon, not even a shadow of the consequences of that terrible injustice will remain.

There is no cult of personality around any living revolutionary, in the form of statues, official photographs, or the names of streets or institutions. The leaders of this country are human beings, not gods.

In our country there are no paramilitary forces or death squads, nor has violence ever been used against the people. There are no executions without due process and no torture. The people have always massively supported the activities of the Revolution. This rally today is proof of that.

Light years separate our society from what has prevailed until today in the rest of the world. We cultivate brotherhood and solidarity among individuals and peoples both in the country and abroad.

The new generations and the entire people are being educated about the need to protect the environment. The media are used to build environmental awareness.

Our country steadfastly defends its cultural identity, assimilating the best of other cultures while resolutely combating everything that distorts, alienates and degrades.

The development of wholesome, non-professional sports has raised our people to the highest ranks worldwide in medals and honors.

Scientific research, at the service of our people and all humanity, has increased several-hundredfold. As a result of these efforts, important medications are saving lives in Cuba and other countries.

Cuba has never undertaken research or development of a single biological weapon, because this would be in total contradiction with the principles and philosophy underlying the education of our scientific personnel, past and present.

In no other people has the spirit of international solidarity become so deeply rooted.

Our country supported the Algerian patriots in their struggle against French colonialism, at the cost of damaging political and economic relations with such an important European country as France.

We sent weapons and troops to defend Algeria from Moroccan expansionism, when the king of this country sought to take control of the iron mines of Gara Djebilet, near the city of Tindouf, in southwest Algeria.

At the request of the Arab nation of Syria, a full tank brigade stood guard between 1973 and 1975 alongside the Golan Heights, when this territory was unjustly seized from that country.

The leader of the Republic of Congo when it first achieved independence, Patrice Lumumba, who was harassed from abroad, received our political support. When he was assassinated by the colonial powers in January of 1961, we lent assistance to his followers.

Four years later, in 1965, Cuban blood was shed in the western region of Lake Tanganyika, where Che Guevara and more than 100 Cuban instructors supported the Congolese rebels who were fighting against white mercenaries in the service of the man supported by the West, that is, Mobutu whose 40 billion dollars, the same that he stole, nobody knows what European banks they are kept in, or in whose power.

The blood of Cuban instructors was shed while training and supporting the combatants of the African Party for the Independence of Guinea and Cape Verde, who fought under the command of Amilcar Cabral for the liberation of these former Portuguese colonies.

The same was true during the ten years that Cuba supported Agostinho Neto’s MPLA in the struggle for the independence of Angola. After independence was achieved, and over the course of 15 years, hundreds of thousands of Cuban volunteers participated in defending Angola from the attacks of racist South African troops that in complicity with the United States, and using dirty war tactics, planted millions of mines, wiped out entire villages, and murdered more than half a million Angolan men, women and children.

In Cuito Cuanavale and on the Namibian border, to the southwest of Angola, Angolan and Namibian forces together with 40,000 Cuban troops dealt the final blow to the South African troops. This resulted in the immediate liberation of Namibia and speeded up the end of apartheid by perhaps 20 to 25 years. At the time, the South Africans had seven nuclear warheads that Israel had supplied to them or helped them to produce, with the full knowledge and complicity of the U.S. government.

Throughout the course of almost 15 years, Cuba had a place of honor in its solidarity with the heroic people of Viet Nam, caught up in a barbaric and brutal war with the United States. That war killed four million Vietnamese, in addition to all those left wounded and mutilated, not to mention the fact that the country was inundated with chemical compounds that continue to cause incalculable damage. The pretext: Viet Nam, a poor and underdeveloped country located 20,000 kilometers away, constituted a threat to the national security of the United States.

Cuban blood was shed together with that of citizens of numerous Latin American countries, and together with the Cuban and Latin American blood of Che Guevara, murdered on instructions from U.S. agents in Bolivia, when he was wounded and being held prisoner after his weapon had been rendered useless by a shot received in battle.

The blood of Cuban construction workers, that were nearing completion of an international airport vital for the economy of a tiny island fully dependent on tourism, was shed fighting in defense of Grenada, invaded by the United States under cynical pretexts.

Cuban blood was shed in Nicaragua, when instructors from our Armed Forces were training the brave Nicaraguan soldiers confronting the dirty war organized and armed by the United States against the Sandinista revolution.

And there are even more examples.

Over 2000 heroic Cuban internationalist combatants gave their lives fulfilling the sacred duty of supporting the liberation struggles for the independence of other sister nations. However, there is not one single Cuban property in any of those countries. No other country in our era has exhibited such sincere and selfless solidarity.

Cuba has always preached by example. It has never given in. It has never sold out the cause of another people. It has never made concessions. It has never betrayed its principles. There must be some reason why, just 48 hours ago, it was reelected by acclamation in the United Nations Economic and Social Council to another three years in the Commission on Human Rights, of which it has now been a member for 15 straight years.

More than half a million Cubans have carried out internationalist missions as combatants, as teachers, as technicians or as doctors and health care workers. Tens of thousands of the latter have provided their services and saved millions of lives over the course of more than 40 years. There are currently 3000 specialists in Comprehensive General Medicine and other healthcare personnel working in the most isolated regions of 18 Third World countries. Through preventive and therapeutic methods they save hundreds of thousands of lives every year, and maintain or restore the health of millions of people, without charging a penny for their services.

Without the Cuban doctors offered to the United Nations in the event that the necessary funds are obtained –without which entire nations and even whole regions of sub-Saharan Africa face the risk of perishing– the crucial programs urgently needed to fight AIDS would be impossible to carry out.

The developed capitalist world has created abundant financial capital, but it has not in any way created the human capital that the Third World desperately needs.

Cuba has developed techniques to teach reading and writing by radio, with accompanying texts now available in five languages –Haitian Creole, Portuguese, French, English and Spanish– that are already being used in numerous countries. It is nearing completion of a similar program in Spanish, of exceptionally high quality, to teach literacy by television. These are programs that were developed in Cuba and are genuinely Cuban. We are not interested in patents and exclusive copyrights. We are willing to offer them to all of the countries of the Third World, where most of the world’s illiterates are concentrated, without charging a penny. In five years, the 800 million illiterate people in the world could be reduced by 80%, at a minimal cost.

After the demise of the USSR and the socialist bloc, nobody would have bet a dime on the survival of the Cuban Revolution. The United States tightened the blockade. The Torricelli and Helms-Burton Acts were adopted, both extraterritorial in nature. We abruptly lost our main markets and supplies sources. The population’s average calorie and protein consumption was reduced by almost half. But our country withstood the pressures and even advanced considerably in the social field.

Today, it has largely recovered with regard to nutritional requirements and is rapidly progressing in other fields. Even in these conditions, the work undertaken and the consciousness built throughout the years succeeded in working miracles. Why have we endured? Because the Revolution has always had, as it still does and always will to an ever-greater degree, the support of the people, an intelligent people, increasingly united, educated and combative.

Cuba was the first country to extend its solidarity to the people of the United States on September 11, 2001. It was also the first to warn of the neo-fascist nature of the policy that the extreme right in the United States, which fraudulently came to power in November of 2000, was planning to impose on the rest of the world. This policy did not emerge as a response to the atrocious terrorist attack perpetrated against the people of the United States by members of a fanatical organization that had served other U.S. administrations in the past. It was coldly and carefully conceived and developed, which explains the country’s military build-up and enormous spending on weapons at a time when the Cold War was already over, and long before September 11, 2001. The fateful events of that day served as an ideal pretext for the implementation of such policy.

On September 20 of that year, President Bush openly expressed this before a Congress shaken by the tragic events of nine days earlier. Using bizarre terminology, he spoke of "infinite justice" as the goal of a war that would apparently be infinite as well.

"Americans should not expect one battle, but a lengthy campaign, unlike any other we have ever seen."

"We will use every necessary weapon of war."

"Every nation, in every region, now has a decision to make. Either you are with us, or you are with the terrorists."

"I've called the Armed Forces to alert, and there is a reason. The hour is coming when America will act."

"This is civilization's fight."

"…the great achievement of our time, and the great hope of every time --now depends on us."

"The course of this conflict is not known, yet its outcome is certain … and we know that God is not neutral."

Did a statesman or an unbridled fanatic speak these words?

Two days later, on September 22, Cuba denounced this speech as the blueprint for the idea of a global military dictatorship imposed through brute force, without international laws or institutions of any kind.

"The United Nations Organization, simply ignored in the present crisis, would fail to have any authority or prerogative whatsoever. There would be only one boss, only one judge, and only one law."

Several months later, on the 200th anniversary of West Point Military Academy, at the graduation exercise for 958 cadets on June 3, 2002, President Bush further elaborated on this line of thinking in a fiery harangue to the young soldiers graduating that day, in which he put forward his fundamental fixed ideas:

"Our security will require transforming the military you will lead -- a military that must be ready to strike at a moment's notice in any dark corner of the world. And our security will require all Americans to be forward-looking and resolute, to be ready for preemptive action when necessary to defend our liberty and to defend our lives."

"We must uncover terror cells in 60 or more countries…"

"…we will send you, our soldiers, where you're needed."

"We will not leave the safety of America and the peace of the planet at the mercy of a few mad terrorists and tyrants. We will lift this dark threat from our country and from the world."

"Some worry that it is somehow undiplomatic or impolite to speak the language of right and wrong. I disagree. … We are in a conflict between good and evil, and America will call evil by its name. By confronting evil and lawless regimes, we do not create a problem, we reveal a problem. And we will lead the world in opposing it."

In the speech I delivered at a rally held in General Antonio Maceo Square in Santiago de Cuba, on June 8, 2002, before half a million people of Santiago, I said:

"As you can see, he doesn’t mention once in his speech (at West Point) the United Nations Organization. Nor is there a phrase about every people’s right to safety and peace, or about the need for a world ruled by principles and norms."

"Hardly two thirds of a century has passed since humanity went through the bitter experience of Nazism. Fear was Hitler’s inseparable ally against his adversaries… Later, his fearful military force [led to] the outbreak of a war that would inflame the whole world. The lack of vision and the cowardice of the statesmen in the strongest European powers of the time opened the way to a great tragedy.

"I don’t think that a fascist regime can be established in the United States. Serious mistakes have been made and injustices committed in the framework of its political system --many of them still persist-- but the American people still have a number of institutions and traditions, as well as educational, cultural and ethical values that would hardly allow that to happen. The risk exists in the international arena. The power and prerogatives of that country’s president are so extensive, and the economic, technological and military power network in that nation is so pervasive that due to circumstances that fully escape the will of the American people, the world is coming under the rule of Nazi concepts and methods."

"The miserable insects that live in 60 or more countries of the world chosen by him and his closest assistants --and in the case of Cuba by his Miami friends-- are completely irrelevant. They are the ‘dark corners of the world’ that may become the targets of their unannounced and ‘preemptive’ attacks. Not only is Cuba one of those countries, but it has also been included among those that sponsor terror."

I mentioned the idea of a world tyranny for the first time exactly one year, three months and 19 days before the attack on Iraq.

In the days prior to the beginning of the war, President Bush repeated once again that the United States would use, if necessary, any means within its arsenal, in other words, nuclear weapons, chemical weapons and biological weapons.

The attack on and occupation of Afghanistan had already taken place.

Today the so-called "dissidents", actually mercenaries on the payroll of the Bush’s Hitler-like government, are betraying not only their homeland, but all of humanity as well.

In the face of the sinister plans against our country on the part of the neo-fascist extreme right and its allies in the Miami terrorist mob that ensured its victory through electoral fraud, I wonder how many of those individuals with supposedly leftist and humanistic stances who have attacked our people over the legal measures we were forced to adopt as a legitimate defense against the aggressive plans of the superpower, located just a few miles off our coasts and with a military base on our own territory, have been able to read these words. We wonder how many have recognized, denounced and condemned the policy announced in the speeches by Mr. Bush that I have quoted, which reveal a sinister Nazi-fascist international policy on the part of the leader of the country with the most powerful military force ever imagined, whose weapons could destroy the defenseless humanity ten times over.

The entire world has been mobilized by the terrifying images of cities destroyed and burned by brutal bombing, images of maimed children and the shattered corpses of innocent people.

Leaving aside the blatantly opportunistic, demagogic and petty political groups we know all too well, I am now going to refer fundamentally to those who were friends of Cuba and respected fighters in the struggle. We would not want those who have, in our opinion, attacked Cuba unjustly, due to disinformation or a lack of careful and profound analysis, to have to suffer the infinite sorrow they will feel if one day our cities are destroyed and our children and mothers, women and men, young and old, are torn apart by the bombs of Nazi-fascism, and they realize that their declarations were shamelessly manipulated by the aggressors to justify a military attack on Cuba.

Solely the numbers of children murdered and mutilated cannot be the measure of the human damage but also the millions of children and mothers, women and men, young and old, who remain traumatized for the rest of their lives.

We fully respect the opinions of those who oppose capital punishment for religious, philosophical and humanitarian reasons. We Cuban revolutionaries also abhor capital punishment, for much more profound reasons than those addressed by the social sciences with regard to crime, currently under study in our country. The day will come when we can accede to the wishes, so nobly expressed here in his brilliant speech by our beloved brother Reverend Lucius Walker, to abolish such penalty. The special concern over this issue is easily understood when you know that the majority of the people executed in the United States are African American and Hispanic, and not infrequently they are innocent, especially in Texas, the champion of death penalties, where President Bush was formerly the governor, and not a single life has ever been pardoned.

The Cuban Revolution was placed in the dilemma of either protecting the lives of millions of Cubans by using the legally established death penalty to punish the three main hijackers of a passenger ferry or sitting back and doing nothing. The U.S. government, which incites common criminals to assault boats or airplanes with passengers on board, encourages these people gravely endangering the lives of innocents and creating the ideal conditions for an attack on Cuba. A wave of hijackings had been unleashed and was already in full development; it had to be stopped.

We cannot ever hesitate when it is a question of protecting the lives of the sons and daughters of a people determined to fight until the end, arresting the mercenaries who serve the aggressors and applying the most severe sanctions, no matter how unpleasant it is for us, against terrorists who hijack passenger boats or planes or commit similarly serious acts, who will be punished by the courts in accordance with the laws in force.

Not even Jesus Christ, who drove the traders out of the temple with a whip, would fail to opt for the defense of the people.

I feel sincere and profound respect for His Holiness Pope John Paul II. I understand and admire his noble struggle for life and peace. Nobody opposed the war in Iraq as much and as tenaciously as he did. I am absolutely certain that he would have never counseled the Shiites and Sunni Muslims to let them be killed without defending themselves. He would not counsel the Cubans to do such a thing, either. He knows perfectly well that this is not a problem between Cubans. This is a problem between the people of Cuba and the government of the United States.

The policy of the U.S. government is so brazenly provocative that on April 25, Mr. Kevin Whitaker, chief of the Cuban Bureau at the State Department, informed the head of our Interests Section in Washington that the National Security Council’s Department of Homeland Security considered the continued hijackings from Cuba a serious threat to the national security of the United States, and requested that the Cuban government adopt all of the necessary measures to prevent such acts.

He said this as if they were not the ones who provoke and encourage these hijackings, and as if we were not the ones who adopt drastic measures to prevent them, in order to protect the lives and safety of passengers, and being fully aware for some time now of the criminal plans of the fascist extreme right against Cuba. When news of this contact on the 25 was leaked, it stirred up the Miami terrorist mob. They still do not understand that their direct or indirect threats against Cuba do not frighten anyone in this country.

The hypocrisy of Western politicians and a large group of mediocre leaders is so huge that it would not fit in the Atlantic Ocean. Any measure that Cuba adopts for the purposes of its legitimate defense is reported among the top stories in almost all of the media. On the other hand, when we pointed out that during the term in office of a Spanish head of government, dozens of ETA members were executed without trial, without anyone protesting or denouncing it before the United Nations Commission on Human Rights, or that another Spanish head of government, at a difficult moment in the war in Kosovo, advised the U.S. president to step up the war, increase the bombing and attack civilian targets, thus causing the deaths of hundreds of innocent people and tremendous suffering for millions of people, the headlines merely stated, "Castro attacks Felipe and Aznar". Not a word was said about the real content.

In Miami and Washington they are now discussing where, how and when Cuba will be attacked or the problem of the Revolution will be solved.

For the moment, there is talk of economic measures that will further intensify the brutal blockade, but they still do not know which to choose, who they will resign themselves to alienating, and how effective these measures may be. There are very few left for them to choose from. They have already used up almost all of them.

A shameless scoundrel with the poorly chosen first name Lincoln, and the last name Díaz-Balart, an intimate friend and advisor of President Bush, has made this enigmatic statement to a Miami TV station: "I can’t go into details, but we’re trying to break this vicious cycle."

What methods are they considering to deal with this vicious cycle? Physically eliminating me with the sophisticated modern means they have developed, as Mr. Bush promised them in Texas before the elections? Or attacking Cuba the way they attacked Iraq?

If it were the former, it does not worry me in the least. The ideas for which I have fought all my life will not die, and they will live on for a long time.

If the solution were to attack Cuba like Iraq, I would suffer greatly because of the cost in lives and the enormous destruction it would bring on Cuba. But, it might turn out to be the last of this Administration’s fascist attacks, because the struggle would last a very long time.

The aggressors would not merely be facing an army, but rather thousands of armies that would constantly reproduce themselves and make the enemy pay such a high cost in casualties that it would far exceed the cost in lives of its sons and daughters that the American people would be willing to pay for the adventures and ideas of President Bush. Today, he enjoys majority support, but it is dropping, and tomorrow it could be reduced to zero.

The American people, the millions of highly cultivated individuals who reason and think, their basic ethical principles, the tens of millions of computers with which to communicate, hundreds of times more than at the end of the Viet Nam war, will show that you cannot fool all of the people, and perhaps not even part of the people, all of the time. One day they will put a straightjacket on those who need it before they manage to annihilate life on the planet.

On behalf of the one million people gathered here this May Day, I want to convey a message to the world and the American people:

We do not want the blood of Cubans and Americans to be shed in a war. We do not want a countless number of lives of people who could be friends to be lost in an armed conflict. But never has a people had such sacred things to defend, or such profound convictions to fight for, to such a degree that they would rather be obliterated from the face of the Earth than abandon the noble and generous work for which so many generations of Cubans have paid the high cost of the lives of many of their finest sons and daughters.

We are sustained by the deepest conviction that ideas are worth more than weapons, no matter how sophisticated and powerful those weapons may be.

Let us say like Che Guevara when he bid us farewell:

"Hasta la Victoria Siempre!"

Ever onward to victory!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

revised - semi-finished script

Rough Script/Shotlist for Dikaios
written by Tyler Henry
(c)2005, Tyler Henry

CHORUS (sung slowly, amelodically, like a Gregorian chant):

A Dead Calm
Plagues this ocean;
A wraith –
Sent by God –
To haunt mortal man –
There is no resolution.

Alternatively:

This sea
Plagued by winds no man can quell
Only God in vengeance
Blood must be spilled


[general lines to re-translate from original Aeschylus:
“Suffer into Truth” (l. 179)
“There comes a violent love” (l. 184)
(l. 190 -):
“and the squadrons
rowed in the shallows off Chalkis
where the riptide crashes, drags,
and winds from the north
pinned down our hulls
at Aulis,
port of anguish…
head winds starving,
sheets and the cables snapped
and the men’s minds strayed,
the pride, the bloom of Greece
was raked as time ground on,
ground down…
it all comes clear with the light of day…”]

CHORUS:

Nay –
A strong head wind
Prevents their every movement –
They waste their strength
A final test
“Pain both ways and which is worse” (re-translate)
CHORUS:

I can see the water lash their oars,
The wind whip back their proffered sails –
Nature will not
Break way
Without blood –
I can see
That now –

Long shot of CALCHAS limping far on beach. Long take, telephoto – is walking but not getting closer. Cut to his feet dragging on the beach, hurriedly, strenuously, madly. Cut to close up of his face – his eyes are white, no pupils at all – he is obviously blind. CALCHAS is out of breath, we hear and see – camera spins to reveal close up of AGAMEMNON. Beard. Gray-brown hair. Worried face, bent eyebrows. CALCHAS gropes for his face. As he does AGAMEMNON says slowly –

AGAMEMNON:

Calchas –
The brazen –
He who sees more than man himself,
I fear your approach.
I dread the approach of truth –
For what is to be feared more?
Calchas –
He who speaks of dreams come alive –
I have not but feared you in my own dreams.
Tell me!
I must have truth!
Oh, but pain upon pain is all I can see.
It stands in front of me, breathing as a man must do –
Though he may not want but to quell it.
Heavy are my heart and hand.
Vengeance cuts my mind in two –
I command you,
Blind seer –
Speak!

[Pause]




CALCHAS:

You prophesize well, King – Father –
Agamemnon –
Leader of the Argive fleet –
Borne of the blood of Atreus!

AGAMEMNON:

How I shudder to hear!...

CALCHAS:

…I see…

AGAMEMNON:

What? Tell me what you see,
for it is I who am blind to the will of these winds.

CALCHAS:

…Eagles!...
They devour a hare, and her unborn offspring –
Helpless it is and so are we.

AGAMEMNON:

The hare of which you speak… who…?

CALCHAS:

Fine,
Yet untouched
By man,
Do you not hear its screams?
They are your own,
King of Argos –
[Pause]

…Father of Iphigenia!

AGAMEMNON:

No! Tell me I am mad!
Tell me it is not so!
Tell me that I do not understand -
What horrible vision!

CALCHAS:

It is as you know it to be!
The seer only looks upon what is,
King.
The winds –
Artemis –
Thirsts for blood – pure and holy.
Sacrifice your beloved daughter or we shall not leave
this place by sail, but in the winged arms of Death –
he – the sole bird to fly without wind.

Cut to AGAMEMNON.

AGAMEMNON:

Oo!
Is there no law but this?
This is the rule of Death –
Sweet! - innocence!
How can I?
How must I?
How, I ask!
Tell me, seer!

CALCHAS remains silent, is gone.

AGAMEMNON is alone.

Cut - like cut at end of 2001 where Dave grows old by looking at himself – he hears footsteps – splashing, wet footsteps – he looks up and sees faraway on the mountain by the ocean – himself – climbing (like the dance of Death scene at the end of Seventh Seal) – leading Iphigenia – both dressed in white, silhouetted against the sky, dark – He leads her like death.

Footsteps. Footsteps of AGAMEMNON intercut with footsteps of IPHIGENIA.

Footsteps. Heartbeats. Breathing in. Breathing in.
Drumming.
AGAMEMNON's feet on the rocks, looking out over the ocean.
IPHIGENIA's feet behind his, medium shot, calves down. Close up of feet taking steps. Intercut: AGAMEMNON steps down, cut to IPHIGENIA's foot hitting the rock. As she picks up her foot, cut to AGAMEMNON's foot lifting off the rock. Cycle these cuts three times (with same footage - repeating the same mistakes over and over - walking without getting anywhere). Cut to Rock jutting out of ocean, waves hitting its side, against a dark sky. Cut to rock jutting out of rock. Cut to bright sky.

CHORUS:

[in varying pitches, threateningly]
Ooohhh!


AGAMEMNON:

They say it is through my anguish that I may reach God.

They say it is through my rage,
my fury,
that I may exact punishment.

They say...

IPHIGENIA:

They say it is your arrogance, King, that divides us.

[Pause. They look at each other.]

[incriminatingly]
This is your punishment.
This burning flame within you - it consumes your core,
your limbs
spasm in pain.
From the inside out in devours you -
Until you no longer are, but
are you God.

AGAMEMNON:

Oh, what heat! This fire!


IPHIGENIA:

Take the dagger in your hand and slice the breast of I,
your holy daughter.
Catch me in your talons!
Rip my flesh!
Let the fire in you burn through my cold corpse until
I am a memory -
fixed
like a dagger
in your thoughts -
The hilt in your throat,
choking your words,
strangling your will.

Oh, pitiless inaction!
Oh, tormented seas and rigid, stone-cut stones!

Let God take hold, Father!

Let her clench her iron talons into your fist and guide
your calloused hand!

To my innocent, beating heart -

Fly your dagger!

[whispered]
And cease this breath.

CHORUS:

Oh, to hear her speak!
We shut our ears and
locked our minds!
Words, like daggers
fell from her lips,
full of fate,
full of truth!
Oh, too full!

[menacingly]
Gag her so that she may not curse the house of the King!


[penitently]
May the suffering end here -
May we have suffered into truth!

AGAMEMNON's mind races as he searches for feeling. The tempest within him churns his thoughts into confusion, and he feels as if he is standing outside himself, an onlooker. Point of view shot of his hands, facing up both toward the camera and toward the sky - below are the treacherous cliffs and the oceans. Pull focus? Counter-shot (from his hands POV), looking up at his face, silhouetted against the cloudy sky. His features are twisted, his pain visible. Counter shot looking down, but this time at IPHIGENIA, gagged on the rock, jutting out from rocks. (Ocean in back?) This time his hands hover above her frame, shivering. We see IPHIGENIA's eyes. They are wild with fear.

AGAMEMNON:

What part of this child is mine?

[cut to medium shot of AGAMEMNON kneeling in front
of IPHIGENIA's rock-altar, his hands hovering above her]

What am I to give her away?

What portion can I sacrifice?

What can I extinguish if not all?

To sacrifice - to murder.

To whom?

[growing in intensity]

To what?!

What god commands this of me?!

Can they not see?

Are they blind to the pain of man?

[softly, almost whispered]

Yet it is my pain that spurs me.

A force drives -

of which I am not king.

Nor father.

From my core it feeds upon these very limbs -
[shot of hand and arm over IPHIGENIA]
it sits in my marrow,
and courses in my blood.
While I am doomed to starve.
How cruel this fate.
How cruel this blood.

[removed from himself, in trance]
Action upon action.
Inaction upon inaction.

My mind brays wildly, freed -
from its former grave.

Something within me speaks -
I hear it against my tongue.
It grasps -
[as if surprised]
my hands!
[shot of his hand, holding dagger pointed down,
IPHIGENIA looking at dagger (and camera)]

Oh, it is not I who slay my daughter!

Let God see that I beg!

May this be the end of retribution!

May Troy fall by this hand alone -

and from its ruins come resolution!

BLACK




(c) 2005, Tyler Henry

Monday, December 05, 2005

Rough Script

Montage shots of ocean, waves lapping against rocks. The CHORUS is voiceover:

CHORUS (sung slowly, amelodically, like a Gregorian chant):

A Dead Calm
Plagues this ocean;
A wraith –
Sent by God –
To haunt mortal man –
There is no resolution.

Alternatively:

This sea
Plagued by winds no man can quell
Only God in vengeance
Blood must be spilled


[general lines to re-translate from original Aeschylus:
“Suffer into Truth” (l. 179)
“There comes a violent love” (l. 184)
(l. 190 -):
“and the squadrons
rowed in the shallows off Chalkis
where the riptide crashes, drags,
and winds from the north
pinned down our hulls
at Aulis,
port of anguish…
head winds starving,
sheets and the cables snapped
and the men’s minds strayed,
the pride, the bloom of Greece
was raked as time ground on,
ground down…
it all comes clear with the light of day…”]

CHORUS:

Nay –
A strong head wind
Prevents their every movement –
They waste their strength
A final test
“Pain both ways and which is worse?” [re-translate]

I can see the water lash their oars,
The wind whip back their proffered sails –
Nature will not
Break way
Without blood –
I can see
That now –

Long shot of CALCHAS limping far on beach. Long take, telephoto – is walking but not apparently getting closer. Cut to his feet dragging on the beach, hurriedly, strenuously, madly. Cut to close up of his face – wrappings around his face, like the ones covering his body. Only his eyes show - they are white, with no pupils at all – he is obviously blind. We see and hear that CALCHAS is out of breath – camera spins from close up of CALCHUS to reveal close up of AGAMEMNON, who is standing right in front of him. Beard. Gray-brown hair. Worried face, bent eyebrows. CALCHAS gropes for his face. As he does AGAMEMNON says slowly –

AGAMEMNON:

Calchas –
The brazen –
He who sees more than man himself,
I fear your approach.
I have dreaded the approach of truth –
For what is to be feared more?
Calchas –
He who speaks of dreams come alive –
I have not but feared you in my own dreams.
Tell me!
I must have truth!
Oh, but pain upon pain is all I can see.
It stands in front of me, breathing - as a man must do –
Though he may want not but to quell it.
Heavy are my heart and hand.
Vengeance cuts my mind in two –
I command you,
Blind seer –
Speak!

[Pause]


CALCHAS:

...You prophesize well, King –
Father –
Agamemnon –
Leader of the Argive fleet –
Borne of the blood of Atreus!

AGAMEMNON:

How I shudder to hear!...

CALCHAS:

…I see…

AGAMEMNON:

What? Tell me what you see,
for it is I who am blind to the will of these winds.

CALCHAS:

…Eagles!...
They devour a hare –
Helpless it is and so are we.

AGAMEMNON:

The hare of which you speak… who…?

CALCHAS:

Fine,
Yet untouched
By man,
Do you not hear its screams?
They are your own,
King of Argos –
[Pause]

…Father of Iphigenia!

AGAMEMNON:

No! Tell me I am mad!
Tell me it is not so!
Tell me that I do not understand -
What horrible vision!

CALCHAS:

It is as you know it to be!
The seer only looks upon what is,
King.
The winds –
Artemis –
Thirsts for blood – pure and holy.
Sacrifice your beloved daughter or we shall not leave
this place by sail, but in the winged arms of Death –
he – the sole bird to fly without wind.

Cut to AGAMEMNON.

AGAMEMNON:

Oo!
Is there no law but this?
This is the rule of Death –
Sweet! - innocence!
How can I?
How must I?
How, I ask!
Tell me, seer!

CALCHAS remains silent, is gone.

AGAMEMNON is alone.

Cut - like cut at end of 2001 where Dave grows old by looking at himself – he hears footsteps – splashing, wet footsteps – he looks up and sees faraway on the mountain by the ocean – himself – climbing (like the dance of Death scene at the end of Seventh Seal) – leading Iphigenia – both dressed in white, silhouetted against the sky, dark – He leads her like death.

Footsteps. Footsteps of AGAMEMNON intercut with footsteps of IPHIGENIA.

well this is the rough draft of the first half of my script, The Sacrifice of Iphigenia.
It's Copyrighted 2005, Tyler Henry, so if you're some random dude reading this online, you can't steal it. not that you would want to anyway. besides, im gonna shoot this film today thru wednesday so theres no way you could do it before me!
I was just wondering if anybody has any comments/criticism, I really need some feedback.

Friday, December 02, 2005

After a Night of Drinking (Pardon the Misogyny)

There it is. The feeling of the wet day on your face after a night of drinking. Refreshing to see the world still exists, to see bodies scurrying and flocking and the business vans puttering on around pedestrians. Ground is wet, air is wet, raincoats are wet, all as they well should be. The moment you step outside your hovel, which is what every room grandiose or crammed feels like after a night of drinking, your body begins to reintegrate. It is a quick resolute death of the slept-in sigh-yawned body, five minutes of acculturation whereby your mind picks up on the worries of yesterday's moment, resubscribing to the continuity of a moral existence. For these few marked minutes you are permitted to look at faces knowingly, solemnly and innocent, innocent of your plight and sins against the earth, and pardoning of all who have sinned with you. You thus stare straight at the faces that pass, knowing and unsmiling, unblinking and empathetic, and in this stare you wake them and make them uncomfortable, mostly because for a brief cathartic moment they are forced to make meaningful eye contact, and the harsh reality of an other who can see you for what you are threatens to unbalance carefully kept secrets of selfhood and irreplacibility.

But in any case this is not what is going through your head, nor through theirs; you are rather thinking about how the day tastes like writing, like your tongue ought to just protrude penlike and inscribe ink on the page. Concrete lines cut by buildings and cranes look beautiful, geometry for once looks beautiful, engineering the art of massive and practical sculpture seems a worthy enterprise, car traffic seems necessary, and you commune with anonymity and gravity and nothingness and whimless your legs carry you home. But soon there comes maturation and pulling and thoughts and the apple. You are walking with an innocent look on your face which is really just the look engendered by muscles still slack with alcohol. And you are no longer drunk. The day slips slowly into your consciousness because you cannot avoid inertia, you cannot debase continuity. The others, they become the objects they are, the faces the false idols and caricatures you have always and must know them by (even the woman you pray to will be but the Image, Christlike halo imposed painting on the wall). You slip into normality and the wetness of the day ceases to amaze you; you still have a few, a minute or two of wonder but you can feel it going and you know there's no point in holding to it.

The first indication is your mind's returning predilection for the past. How last night you. Everything reminds. Traffic cone in the construction site you pass says: "Guy last night who intoxicated drags a cone down the street in boisterous good humor and from a window someone rebukes him for it and he replies 'I don't judge you for your sexual preferences!'" And old man in black Heineken flapper over cream colored sweater and wearing spectacles and driving cap, he is just like the lonely bulging sweating man at the bar who for either friendly or sexual reasons wanted you to sit and talk. And scuddy remnants of vomit on pavement like in the alley where a stumbler projected columnar and painted a storefront pink. And girls in big pink jackets like the ones who dancing (and probably these present girls are the dancers same at night).

And then more specific recollections like how with a table of two men and 3 women (you one of the men) a man begins talking to the table about Russia and you and your friend are attentive and interested enraptured even but the girls! How they twiddle their hair and look around and 'How awkward that this guy would talk to us' because they don't want to be interrupted whereas the males that is you and your friend, you want interruption you crave it anything new captivating enthralling for a moment. It's not that the girls are boring: you just go out to have something like this happen. The girls will play dumb or ask stupid questions, then want to turn the attention back to themselves or something along such narcissistic lines, whereas the guys, they want to be thrown into situations, they want to get something out of it, they have real interest and they sincerely and eagerly show it. Worst part is the girls will talk about it later maybe relate the story to some third party and if you're there to hear it, you have to silently know how reserved and unkind they were, how the story is only objective, amusing, a conversation piece. Everything in a girl's life is a conversation piece.

So such thoughts resolve you towards the world again and the wetness in the air no longer intrigues and gratifies you. The day is the same but the appreciation, your appreciation, is lacking. The taste of writing in your mouth, that is the taste of cigarettes. What grim realization. Hate the residue of stale tobacco smoke, throw the rest away. That yellow taste of slow killing (filtered as if that could reduce the inherent slovenliness of it), it gives you illusions such as 'my mouth tastes like writing' and it regales you with promises of All, but like with anything else that you renege, you will do it again all the same and this inner conversation will recur in a few days regardless of whatever resolution you make now.

Morality returns, the ethics of a subjective judging inferential mind, individual to each man and inclusive of no other. Morality is the noose over aesthetics, it is relentless and irrevokable and it is superego and it will make you accept it because you're used to it, taught to be used to it. Morality is judging, it is righting and wrong, it is seeing the new based on and in connection with what you have experienced of old, and those free aesthetic minutes are limitless mercy the nature of which no politics can understand. The wetness of the day is immoral because it is a distraction from duties and responsiblities that one has to others. When you are the removed, the outsider willingly and wantingly contradicting the inside, you threaten-- but it is not society which will bring you back. It is yourself. Because thinking aesthetically is too much and it is chemically exhaustive, and your mind has tendencies which, indoctrinated or not, are distinctly and wholly a part of you now. They are in your control, because they are you, gained from without, but now in you, and though you cannot control the past which hulks forward in the form of such tendencies, you can control your present - but tendencies incurred by the past, they are difficult to overcome and the burden of bettering oneself is easily avoided by returning to morality. Aesthetics and infatuation with learning and experience must ultimately give way to retrospective dialogue with one's moral interlocutors. So you come back, down, and in, the wetness is back outside you and the others are others, oblique and incontrovertible, and the past envelopes you like a warm stinging sock and you embrace it.