Bob Dylan saca una nueva canción ( 17 minutos) sobre el asesinato de John Kennedy en 1963(ver video en inglés, agregamos la letra aparte, en inglés)

“Murder Most Foul” Twas a dark day in Dallas, November ’63 A day that will live on in infamy President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?” “Of course we do. We know who you are.” Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car Shot down like a dog in broad daylight Was a matter of timing and the timing was right You got unpaid debts; we’ve come to collect We’re gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face We’ve already got someone here to take your place The day they blew out the brains of the king Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise Right there in front of everyone’s eyes Greatest magic trick ever under the sun Perfectly executed, skillfully done Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul Hush, little children. You’ll understand The Beatles are comin’; they’re gonna hold your hand Slide down the banister, go get your coat Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags Pick up the pieces and lower the flags I’m going to Woodstock; it’s the Aquarian Age Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage Put your head out the window; let the good times roll There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll Stack up the bricks, pour the cement Don’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. President Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas Try to make it to the triple underpass Blackface singer, whiteface clown Better not show your faces after the sun goes down Up in the red light district, they’ve got cop on the beat Living in a nightmare on Elm Street When you’re down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe Don’t ask what your country can do for you Cash on the ballot, money to burn Dealey Plaza, make left-hand turn I’m going down to the crossroads; gonna flag a ride The place where faith, hope, and charity died Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can See if you can shoot the invisible man Goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn What is the truth, and where did it go? Ask Oswald and Ruby; they oughta know “Shut your mouth,” said the wise old owl Business is business, and it’s a murder most foul Tommy, can you hear me? I’m the Acid Queen I’m riding in a long, black limousine Riding in the backseat next to my wife Heading straight on in to the afterlife I’m leaning to the left; got my head in her lap Hold on, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give We’re right down the street from the street where you live They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain What more could they do? They piled on the pain But his soul’s not there where it was supposed to be at For the last fifty years they’ve been searchin’ for that Freedom, oh freedom. Freedom cover me I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free Send me some lovin’; tell me no lies Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by Wake up, little Susie; let’s go for a drive Cross the Trinity River; let’s keep hope alive Turn the radio on; don’t touch the dials Parkland hospital, only six more miles You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head I’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline Never shot anyone from in front or behind I’ve blood in my eye, got blood in my ear I’m never gonna make it to the new frontier Zapruder’s film I seen night before Seen it 33 times, maybe more It’s vile and deceitful. It’s cruel and it’s mean Ugliest thing that you ever have seen They killed him once and they killed him twice Killed him like a human sacrifice The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son The age of the Antichrist has only begun.” Air Force One coming in through the gate Johnson sworn in at 2:38 Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel It is what it is, and it’s murder most foul What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say? I said the soul of a nation been torn away And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay And that it’s 36 hours past Judgment Day Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack Play it for me in my long Cadillac Play me that “Only the Good Die Young” Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung Play St. James Infirmary and the Court of King James If you want to remember, you better write down the names Play Etta James, too. Play “I’d Rather Go Blind” Play it for the man with the telepathic mind Play John Lee Hooker. Play “Scratch My Back.” Play it for that strip club owner named Jack Guitar Slim going down slow Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe Play “Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” Play it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling any good Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey Take it to the limit and let it go by Play it for Karl Wirsum, too Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue Play tragedy, play “Twilight Time” Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime Play another one and “Another One Bites the Dust” Play “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In God We Trust” Ride the pink horse down the long, lonesome road Stand there and wait for his head to explode Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree Play it for the Reverend; play it for the Pastor Play it for the dog that got no master Play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz Play “Blue Sky”; play Dickey Betts Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk Charlie Parker and all that junk All that junk and “All That Jazz” Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd Play the numbers, play the odds Play “Cry Me A River” for the Lord of the gods Play Number 9, play Number 6 Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks Play Nat King Cole, play “Nature Boy” Play “Down In The Boondocks” for Terry Malloy Play “It Happened One Night” and “One Night of Sin” There’s 12 Million souls that are listening in Play “Merchant of Venice”, play “Merchants of Death” Play “Stella by Starlight” for Lady Macbeth Don’t worry, Mr. President. Help’s on the way Your brothers are coming; there’ll be hell to pay Brothers? What brothers? What’s this about hell? Tell them, “We’re waiting. Keep coming.” We’ll get them as well Love Field is where his plane touched down But it never did get back up off the ground Was a hard act to follow, second to none They killed him on the altar of the rising sun Play “Misty” for me and “That Old Devil Moon” Play “Anything Goes” and “Memphis in June” Play “Lonely At the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave” Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play “Lucille” Play “Deep In a Dream”, and play “Driving Wheel” Play “Moonlight Sonata” in F-sharp And “A Key to the Highway” for the king on the harp Play “Marching Through Georgia” and “Dumbarton’s Drums” Play darkness and death will come when it comes Play “Love Me Or Leave Me” by the great Bud Powell Play “The Blood-stained Banner”, play “Murder Most Foul”

¿Cual es el papel de la Filosofía en una sociedad política?¿Para qué sirve la Filosofía?Breve video donde el filósofo español Gustavo Bueno(Santo Domingo de la Calzada , 2014- Niembro, Asturias, 2016)expone sus argumentos con precisión de cirujano. Breve extracto de un video más extenso. Fijarse en especial desde el minuto 4.0

La filosofía en el conjunto del saber…y del hacer. Exposición desde el sistema del Materialismo Filosófico (ojo, no es el Materialismo Histórico de Marx, ni el Materialismo Dialéctico de Engels)

COMENTARIO DE INTROFILOSOFIA: Este breve comentario sobre qué es y para qué sirve la Filosofía, resulta vital para sobrevivir en esta Era de la Post-Verdad a donde nos quieren conducir , las mafia políticas ,periodísticas, sindicales y financieras, como corderos al matadero, o al esquiladero. La Filosofía sirve , como dice en la célebre metáfora expresada a través de El Mito de la Caverna, Platón, en su libro tuitulado La República, para quitarnos las cadenas de la ignorancia y tratar, con mucho esfuerzo de lograr ver la realidad de las cosas que conforman el mundo en que vivimos, con la mayor claridad posible, para ,precisamente , no ser esclavos de la opinión, del subjetivismo que cae en la oscuridad más vil. Por esto hemos presenciado en estos tiempos de posmodernismo, globalización, de cualquiera de sus partes y segmentos diversos, permanentes ataques contra la introducción de los estudios serios y rigurosos d ella Historia de la Filosofía, y de una Introducción a la Filosofía como un saber de segundo grado, no idealista ,ni metafísica, sino fuertemente arraigada en un materialismo gnoseológico, que parte de los saberes de las demás Ciencias, y del conocimiento de las tecnologías, para buscar desarmar las nebulosas que sirven a los que manipulan con engaños y recursos a la inteligencia emocional y otras lindezas posmodernas , para mantener a la mayor parte posible de gente en el fondo de la caverna platónica, atado s por las cadenas de la ignorancia y creyendo que las meras sombras de sombras , las apariencias que oscurecen y ocultan la realidad que es nuestro mundo material, puedan seguir sacando de nosotros todo lo que pude a cambio de unos mendrugos y migajas de sus festines.Esto es la decadencia de una sociedad. Por eso es importante la Filosofía.El arte de separar, de cribar, de triturar para ver mejor cada parte de los todos complejos que enfrentamos a lo largo de la vida. En resumen : triturar y denunciar los mitos de todo tipo que son perjudiciales para ser más libres, en el sentido de la palabra que le da el filósofo sefardí Espinosa

¿Cómo leer a Cervantes en las Universidades del siglo XXI?Un análisis y propuestas para la crítica , por el profesor Jesús G Maestro

Análisis y crítica del papel de las Universidades en Europa, con especial enfoque en España, y refiriéndose a la obra de Cervantes. Tesis planteadas por el profesor de la Universidad de Vigo(España), autor de la obra Crítica de la Razón Literaria

Propuestas , desde la obra del profesor Jesús G Maestro, para una lista de cuáles son las treinta obras más relevantes de la Literatura . El Decamerón, de Boccaccio.

Decameron como instrumento de libertad: erótica, sexual, de las mujeres, y el atractivo de la sensualidad entre hombre y mujer.

La Ilíada y la Odisea, entre las treinta obras más relevantes de la Literatura . Análisis y crítica literaria del profesor Jesús G Maestro

El papel de la Literatura en la dialéctica entre la Europa de los pueblos y la Europa de los Estados.

Un video que nos parece realmente imprescindible para el análisis y el estudio de lo que es en estos momentos ( año 2020 dC) realmente Europa y su conjunto de Estados nacionales y de Pueblos de esa Europa, entendido desde la dialéctica de Estados y de clases

Edipo Rey, entre las treinta obras más importantes de la Literatura. Tesis expuestas en el video por el profesor Jesús G Maestro, en base a lo que ha publicado en su magna obra titulada Crítica de la Razón Literaria