If your background determines your discourse.
your expression is censored and monitored.
Then where you belong is fixed,
and your expression is a prisoner of your origins.
Belonging is a myth to promote identity.
Belonging is where you are right now
and the identity you want to assume.
Identity is an act of faith and
belonging is an emotional kidnapping.
Identity casts you.
Your naming is a way of submission,
of identifying and classifying you.
If origins are the identification of your past then the future is the victim of your origins,
making you a target of accumulated history
and a colonizer of your own aesthetic discourse.
Your authenticity questions your originality
because your ingenuity digests your origins.
To imagine yourself in zero identity, renounce ethnocentricity. In the Americas it is easy to fall into the never-ending discourse of repeating your background, caught in your own nostalgia. This gives ‘authenticity’ to your intellectual pretensions and validity to every expression of the transplanted history, a discourse limited to your ethnic origins. By transgressing the imposed ethnic role that you apply to yourself and to which the dominant culture agrees, you change both, the transplanted and the dominant cultures. This action makes you a cultural capsule that influences and changes your artistic thought and in the process you change the established thought.
Style is invented through identity but identity is always changing. That is why your end and beginning start with zero, a circle in a void in which you make a pirouette and create a necessary world from zero. History traces it to your origins. When you recognize that you are an original from a place that is not there anymore, then you understand that the origins disappear. Identity is dissolving, walking around zero, and nostalgic visions are appearances which makes you believe
in identity. Identity is a wall like the sound barrier but by now the process has decomposed the end. The overuse of identity has become a transplanted idea. Identity is a character that is ever changing. The state of being a cultural hybrid makes you see the accumulation of transplanted history three dimensionally. It is the knowledge of diverse cultures and your power of synthesis that describes this idea. When the identity is one, it is flat and superficial, monotonous, the routine of the mirror. When it is three dimensional it is multilayered, diverse, and complex, unable to be disected and traced to specific origins. But it is also more dangerous. Danger and fear are the emotions that you experience when you are a nomad - a hybrid, cultural instigator. You are the unknown, an accident that frees your identity, a cultural option placed in the future.
Highlights from Un hombre de éxito
1. Mother’s frustration aimed at her bourgy, anti-Leftist son/family—but also an amazing line snuck in as a condemnation of Christianity and women’s social position at that point in Cuba
2. Ridiculous blackface performer sheds a tear at the news that Batista has been ousted from power—-left ambiguous enough for you to think he could be shedding a tear of joy, thinking of the awful times endured under the dictator, but I prefer to give this disgusting character the designation of a sad, lonely Batista supporter
"Why do we have different colors of skin? Climate? Pigments? Certainly not social behavior or religion. It is a scientific fact that Africa is the cradle of civilization. And in the beginning there were no other humans other than those people burned by the sun that developed dark skin for protection from the sun. Scientists concluded that the first humans of Africa populated the whole world. Négritude then is an international physical expression, the genes of Africa were remixed and created different shades of color from black to white. Confirming that race is the multiplicity of color…we are all mixed…purity is in the mixture. Social influences indoctrinate us with the different values of skin color. Before the discovery and occupation of the New World there were white and black slaves, but with land to conquer, fresh bodies were needed to work the richness of the Americas and exterminate the ancient lands of native populations. Africa and the Africans were a new business to exploit, explore and multiply. Power must justify its behavior, and that was race. With the slave trade populating the Americas, inferiority was imposed on Africa."
precedent and similarities with some of my work
Lo saben nuestras almas,
más allá de las islas y más allá del sol.
El trópico, en sandalias de luz, presto las alas,
y tu sueño y mi sueño se encendieron.
Se hizo la cita al mar… tonada de mis islas,
y hubo duelo de lirios estirando colinas,
y hubo llanto de arroyos enloqueciendo brisas,
y hubo furia de estrellas desabriéndose heridas…
Tú, y mi voz de los riscos, combatían mi vida.
Se hizo al mar tu victoria, sobre palmas vencidas…
Fue paisaje en lo inmenso,
una imagen de mar casi riachuelo,
de río regresando,
de vida, de tan honda, atomizándose.
Y se dio cita eterna la emoción.
El mar, el verdadero mar,
casi ya mío… el mar, el mar extraño
en su propio recinto…
ya quiere ser el mar sobremarino…
El mar, tonada entretenida de mis islas,
por traerse una flor de la montaña,
se trajo mi canción en un descuido,
mi canción más sencilla,
la canción de mis sueños extendidos.
Sobre el mar, sobre el tiempo,
la tonada, la vela…
La cita eterna, amado,
más allá de los rostros de las islas que sueñan.
En el pecho del viento van diciendo los lirios,
que en el pecho del mar dos auroras se besan.
After Frank has described some radical changes he would make in terms of length of terms and amount of power given to government officials… :
Wouldn’t that much activity—coming and going in political office—create a volatile state of affairs for a society? - interviewer
"I think that it would demand that the society keep its eye on what was happening—and that’s what we don’t have now.”