Tuesday, April 24, 2018

FALL 2018

INTRODUCTION TO LATIN AMERICAN STUDIES

INTS 130-01 (8019)
Tomás F. Crowder-Taraborrelli
Office hours: Maathai 414 By appointment
Class Time: Tuesdays and Thursdays 3:00- 4:30 p.m.

It is a great pleasure and also a great challenge to teach a course like this. Since the Wars of Independence, Latin America has seen dramatic changes in its political and social identity. The last century has been marked by a never-ending series of coup d’états, often times sponsored by U.S. governments, which have undermined democratic governments and their policies. In spite of this, Latin America has shown resilience and continues to advance a progressive agenda that strives to do away with social inequality. In this course, we will examine the history of the region, paying particular attention to major political changes and their repercussion in popular culture. The course is organized chronologically, but we will always strive to assess how past events mobilize social forces in the present.


Required Books
Galeano, Eduardo. The Open Veins of Latin America.
New York: Monthly Review Press, 1997.
Chasteen, John Charles, Born in Blood and Fire: A
Concise History of Latin America, 2nd ed., N.Y.; London: W.W. Norton & Co., 2006.

Monday, April 23, 2018

The Hour of The Furnaces





For information about one of the filmmakers (Fernando "Pino" Solanas) follow this link:

http://sensesofcinema.com/2010/great-directors/fernando-solanas/

From the article:

Solanas’ first, and still most important feature, La hora de los hornos, had repercussions across Latin America and the world as a model of a politically militant cinema, by providing counter-information to contradict the long-established discourses that naturalised social inequalities and provided cover for elites who, in cooperation with foreign capital, exploited the lands and peoples of the continent. The film, in what Solanas dubbed a “cine-acto,” provokes the spectator to act through the use of cinema vérité and newsreel footage, interviews, shock montage and by interrupting itself to call for debate.

It was made during the authoritarian military government of Juan Carlos Onganía (not the more recent and notorious dictatorship), which waged repressive campaigns against universities and avant-garde culture (closing the Instituto Di Tella, center of experimentation in the visual arts, and prohibiting the opera Bomarzo, by Alberto Ginastera, and Pier Paolo Pasolini’s 1968 film Teorema), but during which the opposition sectors previously in conflict which each other were unifying under the banner of Peronism. Made clandestinely, La hora de los hornos documents both the “quotidian violence” of social injustice and the repressive violence that enforces it. But its radicality lies in its move beyond documentation into the sphere of militant agitation, the challenge it issues to the passive spectator through its conception of the “cine-acto,” inspired by, among others, Frantz Fanon’s pronouncement that “every spectator is a coward or a traitor.” Screenings were also carried out in clandestinely, with space opened for debate, and provocations built into the screening. These tactics were designed to directly mobilise the masses, but also addressed the middle-class intellectual, or as Solanas said in 1969, “the imperious necessity for the militant intelligentsia to root itself in Argentine reality and to contribute to the process of internal liberation of the movement of the masses.” (2)

The film has three parts. In the first, “Neocolonialism and Violence,” 16-millimeter footage filmed in factories, mines and cane fields is seen as a voiceover provides statistics. This material, shot by Solanas and Getino, is often recreated, acted out for the camera, as are the voices of the oligarchy, by which the cattle-breeding landowners are portrayed as culturally alienated, considering themselves more European than Argentine. These images are accompanied at times by a driving percussive soundtrack composed by Solanas, and at others by pop music that creates an ironic counterpoint to the image, a “détournement” of cosmopolitan pop culture, of which the most well-known sequence inter-cuts graphic slaughterhouse footage with print advertisements showing a superficial and oblivious bourgeoisie.

The second part lays out the populist historical revision, employing archival footage to present October 17 and Perón as “expressions of the people,” and, in the grand ideological shift of the time, precursors of the Marxist-inspired liberation struggles of the 1960s. This reconciliation of two previously incompatible revolutions—that of Perón (who persecuted the Argentine communists during his presidency) with that of Che Guevara—is a central imperative of the film, the third part of which consists of various calls for revolutionary violence.

Around the time of the making of La hora de los hornos, Solanas formed with Getino the Cine Liberación group, dedicated to, as their manifesto “Por un tercer cine” says, calling into question the prevalent models of “first cinema”—that of the industry, of which Argentina had a rich history—and “second cinema”—that of the auteur, which had momentarily flourished in Argentina in the early-1960s without establishing itself as a viable mode of filmmaking—and proposing a “third cinema” that is collective, formally experimental and above all politically militant. The manifesto addresses the problem of the passive cinemagoer by theorising the “film-act” as a “meeting” at which debate is given as much importance as the film itself.

With their next two films, Perón: la revolución justicialista (Perón: The Justicialist Revolution, 1971), and Perón: actualización doctrinaria para la toma del poder (Perón: Doctrinary Update for the Taking of Power, 1971), Solanas and Getino further explored Peronism’s potential contribution to the anticolonial struggle. The figure of Perón had retained its mythic power to inspire popular movements in Argentina, so Solanas and Getino set out to bring home images and the voice of the general for the first time since his overthrow. They interviewed Perón in Spain, where he was in exile, and put together two films in which they question the general on preselected themes, upon which he discourses with an impressive charisma and a surprising sense of humor. (3)

Each film has a very specific ideological design. In La revolución justicialista, directed at all Argentines, a casually dressed and relaxed Perón recounts a personal history of his first presidency. The film links Peronism and its popular appeal—facilitated by Perón’s revisionist account, based on easily graspable binaries such as that of the pueblo versus the oligarchy—to the leftist revolutionary struggles of the time. Actualización doctrinaria para la toma del poder specifically instructs members of the Peronist Movement how to rebuild its political machinery. The general, now more formally dressed, theorises on political systems, presents his own third position, and discusses his nationalist precursors, as his young wife Isabel sits mutely to his right. He was at that time becoming increasingly active, pulling the strings back in Argentina that would lead to his return to the presidency in 1973, which he held for less than a year before dying, leaving the scarcely-qualified Isabel in power. During his presidency he split violently with his more revolutionary supporters, leaving a polarised Argentina that would soon sink into the notorious military dictatorship of 1976 to 1983.

Between 1973 and 1975 Solanas, now without Getino, made what he called an “epic of the Argentine people,” the Glauber Rocha-inspired fiction feature Los hijos de Fierro (first screened in 1978). It appropriates “El gaucho Martín Fierro”, the 1872 narrative poem by José Hernández that recounts the exploits of the outlaw gaucho who was later proclaimed a model of Argentine authenticity by revisionists both elitist and populist. By equating Fierro with Perón (and aided by a voiceover in the same octosyllabic payador verse as the source poem), Solanas mythologises the Peronist resistance while presenting in a more realist key his own historical moment, from the 1955 right-wing coup that ousted Perón until just before his return to power.

The structure of the film is borrowed loosely from the poem, and consists of three episodes. In the first, “la ida” (the departure), Fierro’s “sons” are workers who lead a factory takeover in solidarity with twelve firedcompañeros. When the police violently retake the factory the resistance passes into clandestinity. The workers/guerrillas are seen reading communiqués from Perón, making bombs, and finally captured and tortured. The title of the second episode, “el desierto” (the desert), metaphorically represents Perón’s long absence. During the wait for his return, day-to-day family conflicts, union intrigues and other dangers divide thepueblo. The voice of Vizcacha—a malevolent character from “El gaucho Martín Fierro”—advises individualism and corruption, as the union is reduced to gangsterism. The third section is “la vuelta” (the return), in which the Peronist popular struggle intensifies. Documentary footage of 1968 street battles (the Cordobazo student and worker uprisings) is seen. The pueblo unites in revolt, but state repression touches off an urban guerrilla “integral war,” to which the military responds with more repression, torture and executions.

While the film was being made, Argentina was undergoing a period of intense political violence, and when the military took power in 1976 Solanas was targeted by right-wing paramilitaries and went into exile. In France, he remained active with human rights groups, made the documentary Le regard des autres (1979), and began work on what would be the first film of the next phase of his career, Tangos, el exilio de Gardel.

SILVIO RODRIGUEZ "La Masa


LETRA DE LA CANCION : LA MAZA 
SILVIO RODRíGUEZ

Si no creyera en la locura 
de la garganta del sinsonte 
si no creyera que en el monte 
se esconde el trino y la pavura 

si no creyera en la balanza 
en la razón del equilibrio 
si no creyera en el delirio 
si no creyera en la esperanza 

si no creyera en lo que agencio 
si no creyera en mi camino 
si no creyera en mi sonido 
si no creyera en mi silencio 

qué cosa fuera 
qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera 
un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones 
un revoltijo de carne con madera 
un instrumento sin mejores resplandores 
que lucecitas montadas para escena 

qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera 
qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera 

un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos 
un servidor de pasado en copa nueva 
un eternizador de dioses del ocaso 
júbilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela 

qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera 
qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera 

si no creyera en lo más duro 
si no creyera en el deseo 
si no creyera en lo que creo 
si no creyera en algo puro 

si no creyera en cada herida 
si no creyera en la que ronde 
si no creyera en lo que esconde 
hacerse hermano de la vida 

si no creyera en quien me escucha 
si no creyera en lo que duele 
si no creyera en lo que quede 
si no creyera en lo que lucha 

qué cosa fuera 
qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera 
un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones 
un revoltijo de carne con madera 
un instrumento sin mejores resplandores 
que lucecitas montadas para escena 

qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera 
qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera 

un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos 
un servidor de pasado en copa nueva 
un eternizador de dioses del ocaso 
júbilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela 

qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera 
qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera 






From some random website:


En una entrevista concedida a la revista "La bicicleta" en 1984, Silvio Rodríguez vino a aclarar todo esto al ser preguntado por el significado de La maza:

-"La maza" es un poco la razón de ser artista, de su compromiso, que no se deja seducir por los artificios y superficialidades que suelen acompañar a algunas manifestaciones escénicas...

-¿La cantera es el pueblo?
-La cantera es donde se sacan los cantos, la maza es con que se golpea. Si no hubiera una cantera de donde sacar un producto, algo, para qué serviría la maza.

-Es decir que tú sacas tu canto de las vivencias del pueblo o podría ser que la maza es la que moldea el mármol, es decir, que el cantor moldea la conciencia del pueblo...
-No no se me había ocurrido. Es al revés, lo primero.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Santa Barbara, Que viva Chango, Celina Gonzalez


from: http://cancionerorumbero.blogspot.com/2007/10/que-viva-chang.html

Que viva Changó

Compositor: Celina González - Reutilio Domínguez
Estilo: Guaguancó
Grabación: Clave y Guaguancó “Songs and Dances”


Güemilere lube o ba oyo

Eleküe mió ba oyo

Changó cogüaye o ba oyo

(Coro se repite)


Coro:

Que viva Changó, que viva Changó

Que viva Changó, que viva Changó Señores

(bis)


Santa Bárbara bendita

Para ti surge mi lira

(bis)

Y con emoción se inspira

Antes tu imagen bonita





Con voluntad infinita

Arranco del corazón

La melodiosa expresión

Pidiendo que desde el cielo

Nos enviés un consuelo

Y tu santa bendición


Virgen venerada y pura

Santa Bárbara bendita

(bis)

Nuestra oración favorita

Llevamos hasta tu altura


Con alegría y ternura

Quiero llevar mi tonada

Allá en tu mansión sagrada

Donde lo bueno ilumina

Junto a tu copa divina

Y a tu santísima espada


Con orgullo y poderío

Haré que tu nombre suba

(bis)

Y en el nombre de mi Cuba

Este saludo te envío


Coro: ¡Qué viva Changó, qué viva Changó!






Translation [selection]


Long live Changó, gentlemen!

Blessed Santa Barbara
may my song for you take flight
and be inspired with feeling
before your beautiful image.
Long live Changó...!
With unbounded passion

I draw deep from my heart

this lyrical expression,

praying that from heaven

you send us consolation

and your holy blessing.
Long live Changó...!

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Mercedes Sosa, "Gracias a la Vida" 



Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro,
Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado el oido que en todo su ancho
Graba noche y dia, grillos y canarios,
Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos,
Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario;
Con el las palabras que pienso y declaro:
Madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando
La ruta del alma del que estoy amando

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados;
Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
Playas y desiertos, montanas y llanos,
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me dio el corazon que agita su marco
Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano,
Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo,
Cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto
Asi yo distingo dicha de quebranto,
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto,
Y el canto de ustedes que es mi mismo canto,
Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tant


Songwriters: Violeta Parra Sandoval




Atahualpa Yupanqui., El Arriero



En las arenas bailan los remolinos,
el sol juega en el brillo del pedregal,
y prendido a la magia de los caminos,
el arriero va, el arriero va.

Es bandera de niebla su poncho al viento,
lo saludan las flautas del pajonal,
y animando la tropa par esos cerros,
el arriero va, el arriero va.

Las penas y las vaquitas
se van par la misma senda.
Las penas son de nosotros,
las vaquitas son ajenas.

Un degüello de soles muestra la tarde,
se han dormido las luces del pedregal,
y animando la tropa, dale que dale,
el arriero va, el arriero va.
Amalaya la noche traiga un recuerdo
que haga menos peso mi soledad.
Como sombra en la sombra por esos cerros,
el arriero va, el arriero va.


1:00 (one minute- El Arriero)



Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Chico Buarque, "Construcao"







Construction

He made love as if it were the last time
Kissed his woman as if she were the last one
And each child as if they were the only ones
And he crossed the street with his shy step
He climbed the construction site as if he were a machine
He built in the landing four solid walls
Brick by brick in a magical design
His eyes dulled by the concrete and tears
He sat down to rest as though it were Saturday
He ate beans and rice as though he were a prince
Then drank and sobbed as though he were a castaway
He danced and laughed as if he were listening to music
And he stumbled in the sky as though he were a drunk
And he floated in the air as though he were a bird
And he finished on the ground in a messy heap
He agonized in the middle of the public sidewalk
He died going the wrong way interrupting the traffic

He made love that time as if he were the best
He kissed his woman as if she were the only one
And each child as if they were the prodigy
And he crossed the street with his drunken step
He climbed the construction site as if it were solid
He built in the landing four magical walls
Brick by brick in a logical design
His eyes dulled by the concrete and traffic
He sat down to rest as though he were a prince
He ate beans and rice as if it were the best
He drank and sobbed as if he were a machine
He danced and laughed as if he were the next one
And he stumbled in the sky as though listening to music
And he floated in the air as if it were Saturday
And finished on the ground in a shy heap
He agonized in the middle of the castaway sidewalk
He died going the wrong way interrupting the public

He made love that time as if he were a machine
He kissed his woman as if it were logical
He built in the landing four flaccid walls
He sat down to rest as if he were a bird
And he floated in the air as if he were a prince
And finished on the ground in a drunken heap
He died going the wrong way interrupting Saturday

For this bread to eat, for this ground to sleep
The birth certificate and the license to smile
For letting me breathe, for letting me exist
God shall reward you
For the free liquor that we all have to swallow
For the smoke and the misfortune, that we all have to cough
For the hanging scaffold from which we all have to fall
God shall reward you
For the moaning woman to praise us and spit at us
And for the flies to kiss us and cover us
And for the final peace that in the end will redeem us
God shall reward you


Construção


Amou daquela vez como se fosse a última
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a última
E cada filho seu como se fosse o único
E atravessou a rua com seu passo tímido
Subiu a construção como se fosse máquina
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes sólidas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho mágico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e lágrima
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse sábado
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse um príncipe
Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse um náufrago
Dançou e gargalhou como se ouvisse música
E tropeçou no céu como se fosse um bêbado
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um pássaro
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote flácido
Agonizou no meio do passeio público
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o tráfego

Amou daquela vez como se fosse o último
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a única
E cada filho como se fosse o pródigo
E atravessou a rua com seu passo bêbado
Subiu a construção como se fosse sólido
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes mágicas
Tijolo com tijolo num desenho lógico
Seus olhos embotados de cimento e tráfego
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um príncipe
Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse o máximo
Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse máquina
Dançou e gargalhou como se fosse o próximo
E tropeçou no céu como se ouvisse música
E flutuou no ar como se fosse sábado
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote tímido
Agonizou no meio do passeio náufrago
Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o público

Amou daquela vez como se fosse máquina
Beijou sua mulher como se fosse lógico
Ergueu no patamar quatro paredes flácidas
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse um pássaro
E flutuou no ar como se fosse um príncipe
E se acabou no chão feito um pacote bêbado
Morreu na contra-mão atrapalhando o sábado

Por esse pão pra comer, por esse chão prá dormir
A certidão pra nascer e a concessão pra sorrir
Por me deixar respirar, por me deixar existir,
Deus lhe pague
Pela cachaça de graça que a gente tem que engolir
Pela fumaça e a desgraça, que a gente tem que tossir
Pelos andaimes pingentes que a gente tem que cair,
Deus lhe pague
Pela mulher carpideira pra nos louvar e cuspir
E pelas moscas bicheiras a nos beijar e cobrir
E pela paz derradeira que enfim vai nos redimir,
Deus lhe pague
Copyright:
Writer(s): Francisco Buarque de Hollanda

Monday, April 16, 2018

La batalla de Chile, Dir. Patricio Guzmán


                                              (Retrieved from https://www.patricioguzman.com)




Sunday, April 15, 2018

Fernando Ha Vuelto, Dir. Silvio Caiozzi



                                           (Retrieved from https://mubi.com/cast/silvio-caiozzi)