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Tuesday, December 25 2007

Sweet winter solstice for all the Babelians!

The return of the SUN

“This is the solstice night, the longest night in the year. Now darkness prevails and, even so, there’s still a little light. Nature’s holding its breath, everything is holding on, everything is sleeping. The Dark King lives in each little light. We are waiting for the dawn, when the Great Mother will give birth to the sun once again, with the promise of a new spring. This is the perpetual motion, where time never stops, in a circle that embraces everything. We spin the wheel to keep the light. We call the sun from the night’s womb. So be it.”

These were the words a priestess in the Ancient Rome used to pronounce to celebrate the Saturnal feast ( or the consecration of Saturn’s temple- Saturn was the God of agriculture). From the 17 to the 23 December, the slaves were given extra portions of food and free time; it was the time when the farm gave peasant families a break. With this celebration, they used to welcome a new period of the year, in which the Sun once again came closer and closer to Earth, thus making days gradually longer. This way, from a pagan celebration, Christmas was originated later on.

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Today, waiting for the year 2008, people in the North Pole are probable enjoying beautiful aurora borealis; with the winter solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, the Sun reaches its maximum southern or borealis position. Today’s midday is the moment in the year in which the Earth’s distance from the Sun is the longest, when there is the least light.

From a cloudy Seville, with 14°C, we wish all the people in the planet are happy and celebrate “the return of the Sun” in the sweetest possible way.
¡Happy and Babelian 2008!

Concha Hierro
Translated by Diana Irene Arancibia

Tuesday, December 11 2007

“Vampire”: A photographic view on bullfighting

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Bullfighting provokes multiple feelings in the watcher, especially if it is your first time in the alley, as it happened to me with this image. Besides, the sensations keep changing at the same rhythm of your heartbeat. You feel everything but indifference. I have friends in all the sides, and I doubt that, after years of debate, I can contribute something definite about this subject: the bull’s sacrifice on the sand of a bullring. This way I I spare myself several paragraphs with my opinion
I named the picture “Vampire”. God knows why us the photographers have a need for naming our favourite gazes with a proper name, as if we were afraid of them not being suggestive enough by themselves. Images deeply etched in our childish minds because of terror films, based on fangs and bats. The smell of blood, imposible to suggest ( or maybe not) through visual language. The bullfighter-vampire, as a need of a victim and blood. Everything is very suggestive. We already know the end of the film.

Photo and comments by Julio González
Translated by Diana Irene Arancibia

Saturday, December 1 2007

Pina Bausch: rupturism and renovation

Pina.jpgPina Bausch, choreographer and dancer, was born in 1940 (with World War II) in Solingen (Germany). She is the director of Tanztheater Wuppertal and has just been awarded the 2007 Kyoto Prize for her contribution to the international contemporary dancing.

I’m not interested in how people move, but in what moves people” This woman, creator of the emblematic Café Muller (1978), short, graceful, a hardened smoker and laconic in words, was educated between her native country, Germany and the Julliard School in New York. She’s managed to develop her own language, by means of which she goes deeply into the human being: his vulnerability and his need for love. Her works, with more admirers than noisy detractors, have renewed the classic concept of dancing, blending them boldly with other arts. That’s how his particular theatre-dancing was born.


Concha Hierro del Hoyo
Translated by Diana Irene Arancibia