I am not the animal
that stays silent for a meal
I am not that animal
because I have within me
a discontent
that nourishes me.
The sea boasts of its depth
and time of its wisdom
the wind, of its power
the sea boasts of its depth
the earth of its stature
and man, I don’t know of what.
They call me the black sheep
I’ve always been called the black sheep in the flock
for not sharing the mess
with others in the filth
when the common lands are so clean.
My homeland is Freedom
the Universe my god
my homeland is Freedom
my flag, reason
my path, truth
that’s how I think.
I’ve sung about almost everything
that has given me pause
I’ve sung about almost everything
and now I’m going to sing
to the one that never existed
The Dove of Peace.
Sheep leave wool on the wires when they pass by,
sheep leave wool on the wires,
and men, when they hunt,
leave indelible marks
on those of their own kind.
I’ve spent half my life
arguing with my donkey,
and the animal would say to me, “Look at the world, you’re always riding on top of me.”
I’m looking around and I don’t see
the shepherd of the flock,
I only see the dogs
that silently lead them
to the slaughterhouse.
Andalusia is my mother,
and I love her like a son.
Andalusia is my mother,
I venerate her with all my heart,
but I am like the air,
my homeland is the whole world.
From here,
to those who wage wars,
I’m going to say one thing:
go underground
so the world can smell like roses
because it smells so much like shit.
Don’t try to lull me to sleep with stories
don’t try to lull me to sleep
with time I’ve learned
where the winds blow from
and I don’t even trust the wind.
Many get annoyed
when they hear me sing
they still get annoyed
they’re falling behind me
because I’m climbing the hill
of discontent.
The man with a mace
tried to stop the wind
the man with a mace
also tried to stop time
and it was no use
that’s where talents crash.
I grab hold of the soleá
and shout with the seguiriya
I grab hold of the soleá
but when I get to the fandango
I’m a squashed ant
that has to die accusing.
El Cabrero, Una disconformidad
Flamenco singer José Domínguez, known as El Cabrero, passed away in Seville on Tuesday morning at the age of 81. A charismatic, free-spirited figure, he was admired in the world of flamenco for decades.
From childhood and for much of his adult life, he was a goat herder, having only acquired a presence on social media in the final phase of his artistic career. Herding gave him ample time to “think and look to the future,” serving as “a refuge.”
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People are fools
Why is there such complicity with the old Fascism and why such an acceptance of the new Fascism? Because there is – and this is the point – a guiding principle common to both, sincerely or insincerely: that is the idea that the greatest ill in the world is poverty and that therefore the culture of the poorer classes must be replaced by the culture of the ruling class.
Pier Paolo Pasolini, Lutheran Letters, 1983
From lundimatin #517, (28/04/2026)
Taking the issue of fascism seriously requires us to consider, at the same time, how we oppose it. Jean-Luc Debry proposes here a demanding form of anti-fascism, that is to say, one that manages to steer clear of both the path of resentment and cheap moral self-righteousness. We do not morallychallenge right-wing culture; we combat it from a higher ethical standpoint, that is to say, a more generous one.
People are fools: The good conscience and the coming fascism
Jean-Luc Debry
The phrase, “People are fools”[1], as it was uttered in a fit of rage fuelled by inconsolable disappointment in the aftermath of elections marked by the Rassemblement national-RN’s [National Rally’s] gains and entrenchment at local level – and in the face of the threats its success poses at the national level should it win the presidential election – is a veritable slogan, almost a manifesto. This bitter observation reflects a slightly disillusioned sense of superiority that could well be one of the explanations for this deep rift, which is fuelling an increasingly threatening trend, especially since Trump has been in the White House and has been trumpeting his determination to impose a contemporary version of fascism with all the trappings of a victorious counter-revolution. It is, it seems to me, in its less explicit but equally relentless version of “we don’t associate with those sorts of people”, the product of antagonists who foster a vindictive atmosphere of very bad omens.
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