these pārmetumu/nācijas apsūdzību things are funny. Edinstvo? Edinstvo noteikti.
Nov. 29., 2009 | 12:41 pm
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Mamardashvili said - misuse da language [well, he never said da language, but I have to entertain, he was a philosopher] and you have invited the Devil to a little sweaty sexy dance.
Who has deserted and what? Does he mean - nācijas dezertēšana? Meaning that there has ever been like
a nation
a front, like, some sort of unity? - (although one has to admit, as regards jumping over the border, the exodus hysteria - it's quite a univocal "people's joice" [oh, wait a minute, people's JOICE? Is it some sort of a falcon-kangaroo of choice and Joyce or choice and joice as in re-joice?];
except that only Latvians, again, are "credited" for it as we don't regard our other biggest community as "us", although, quantitatively, they, the Russians living here, the noncitizens and whatnot, make the biggest part or everything: like, say, the larger part of the inhabitants of Riga, oh, like you name it, and call themselves a minority; the irony is that the share of us leaving the country must be so weighty by now that we - let's face it: it will always be us and them! - have already made them the majority here). Now I see - and remember a conversation in June in Talsi, which concerned Them! - what: we are actually leaving Them, running away from Them, and leaving our land to them as a consequence, we are running away from them like escaping a forced marriage! Jeez.
So anyway [and where was I?] us, a nation, a front in any sense? - oh, really? With this enemy within syndrome? Not even a syndrome, a terminal diagnosis; how do you unify with Shkele, Slesers, Lembergs and the huge arm of their people, us, Latvians who side with them? It never... Except, of course, there was certain, unorganized. natural unity of the oppressed in bondage-peasant uprisings and in the years of first independence, the 1918-19. Not since then, until the Baltic Way and poor, distorted, KGB-monopolised, manipulated Atmoda; no question I was happy to be on barricades in the Old Town like everybody else, but that's what it was.
R[aaaaa]ight.
Among the few highlights of this in a strange sense quite optimistic time nevertheless, as I do believe everything is heading for serious and welcome changes, highly cultured, admirable, down-to-earth ambassador of the Republic of Ireland had organized... well, I will quote, to give You the taste of it:
The Ambassador of Ireland, H.E. Mr. Brendan McMahon and Mrs. Irene McMahon invite
Silvija from Sviesta Ciba :)
to a special screening of the film KINGS followed by a reception (Silvija sadly couldn't attend the event).
The legend then: director Tom Collin's
"Kings is a heart-breaking film which captures the experience of a generation of Irish men commonly known by their nickname of the Paddies who left country to find work as unskilled laborers in England. The decades in England were kinder to some than to others, and Kings shows the often dark side of the emigration story - the inability to find work, loneliness, alcoholism, emotional devastation, and the reluctance to return home marked as a failure. It is a story which sadly may resonate with some of today's Latvia."
Run, Lolo, run?
Mamardashvili said - misuse da language [well, he never said da language, but I have to entertain, he was a philosopher] and you have invited the Devil to a little sweaty sexy dance.
Who has deserted and what? Does he mean - nācijas dezertēšana? Meaning that there has ever been like
a nation
a front, like, some sort of unity? - (although one has to admit, as regards jumping over the border, the exodus hysteria - it's quite a univocal "people's joice" [oh, wait a minute, people's JOICE? Is it some sort of a falcon-kangaroo of choice and Joyce or choice and joice as in re-joice?];
except that only Latvians, again, are "credited" for it as we don't regard our other biggest community as "us", although, quantitatively, they, the Russians living here, the noncitizens and whatnot, make the biggest part or everything: like, say, the larger part of the inhabitants of Riga, oh, like you name it, and call themselves a minority; the irony is that the share of us leaving the country must be so weighty by now that we - let's face it: it will always be us and them! - have already made them the majority here). Now I see - and remember a conversation in June in Talsi, which concerned Them! - what: we are actually leaving Them, running away from Them, and leaving our land to them as a consequence, we are running away from them like escaping a forced marriage! Jeez.
So anyway [and where was I?] us, a nation, a front in any sense? - oh, really? With this enemy within syndrome? Not even a syndrome, a terminal diagnosis; how do you unify with Shkele, Slesers, Lembergs and the huge arm of their people, us, Latvians who side with them? It never... Except, of course, there was certain, unorganized. natural unity of the oppressed in bondage-peasant uprisings and in the years of first independence, the 1918-19. Not since then, until the Baltic Way and poor, distorted, KGB-monopolised, manipulated Atmoda; no question I was happy to be on barricades in the Old Town like everybody else, but that's what it was.
R[aaaaa]ight.
Among the few highlights of this in a strange sense quite optimistic time nevertheless, as I do believe everything is heading for serious and welcome changes, highly cultured, admirable, down-to-earth ambassador of the Republic of Ireland had organized... well, I will quote, to give You the taste of it:
The Ambassador of Ireland, H.E. Mr. Brendan McMahon and Mrs. Irene McMahon invite
Silvija from Sviesta Ciba :)
to a special screening of the film KINGS followed by a reception (Silvija sadly couldn't attend the event).
The legend then: director Tom Collin's
"Kings is a heart-breaking film which captures the experience of a generation of Irish men commonly known by their nickname of the Paddies who left country to find work as unskilled laborers in England. The decades in England were kinder to some than to others, and Kings shows the often dark side of the emigration story - the inability to find work, loneliness, alcoholism, emotional devastation, and the reluctance to return home marked as a failure. It is a story which sadly may resonate with some of today's Latvia."
Run, Lolo, run?