Wolf Biermann – Ermütigung

Du, laß dich nicht verhärten
in dieser harten Zeit.
Die allzu hart sind, brechen,
die allzu spitz sind, stechen
und brechen ab sogleich.

Du, laß dich nicht verbittern
in dieser bittren Zeit.
Die Herrschenden erzittern
– sitzt du erst hinter Gittern –
doch nicht vor deinem Leid.

Du, laß dich nicht erschrecken
in dieser Schreckenszeit.
Das wolln sie doch bezwecken
daß wir die Waffen strecken
schon vor dem großen Streit.

Du, laß dich nicht verbrauchen,
gebrauche deine Zeit.
Du kannst nicht untertauchen,
du brauchst uns und wir brauchen
grad deine Heiterkeit.

Wir wolln es nicht verschweigen
in dieser Schweigezeit.
Das Grün bricht aus den Zweigen,
wir wolln das allen zeigen,
dann wissen sie Bescheid.

Tekst, muziek en uitvoering: Wolf Biermann.

Peter Robinson interviews David Mamet

Low – Holy Ghost – Mavis Staples

Some Holy Ghost keeps me hanging on, hanging on. Some Holy Ghost keeps me hanging on, hanging on.

I feel the hands, but I don’t see anyone, anyone. I feel the hands, but I don’t see anyone. It’s there and gone.

Feeds my passion for transcendence. Turns my water into wine. Makes me wish I was empty.

Now I don’t know much, but I can tell when something’s wrong and something’s wrong, but some Holy Ghost keeps me…

Tekst & muziek: Low. Uitvoeringen: Low, album The Invisible Way & Mavis Staples, album One True Vine.

Simone Weil in dertig minuten

Simone Weil

Stabat Mater – Pergolesi

Het Stabat Mater van Pergolesi door Concerto Köln o.l.v. Peter Dijkstra m.m.v. Johannette Zomer (sopraan) en Maarten Engeltjes (countertenor). Opname 25 maart 2012, Grote Zaal Concertgebouw Amsterdam.

Stabat mater dolorosa Iuxta crucem lacrimosa, Dum pendebat filius. Cuius animam gementem Contristatam et dolentem Pertransivit gladius.	Naast het kruis, met schreiende ogen Stond de moeder, diep bewogen Toen de Zoon te sterven hing, En haar door het zuchtend harte, Overstelpt van wee en smarten, ’t Zevenvoudig slagzwaard ging.
O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater unigeniti Quae maerebat et dolebat. Et tremebat, cum videbat Nati poenas incliti.	O hoe droef, hoe vol van rouwe, Was die zegenrijkste vrouwe, Moeder van Gods ene Zoon! Ach, hoe streed zij! ach, hoe kreet zij, En wat folteringen leed zij, Bij ’t aanschouwen van die hoon!
Quis est homo qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret In tanto supplicio? Quis non posset contristari, Piam matrem contemplari Dolentem cum filio?	Wie, die hier niet schreien zoude, Als hij ’t grievend leed aanschouwde, Dat Maria’s ziel verscheurt? Wie kan, zonder mee te wenen, Christus’ moeder horen stenen, Nu zij met haar zoon hier treurt?
Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Iesum in tormentis Et flagellis subditum. Vidit suum dulcem natum Moriendo desolatum Dum emisit spiritum.	Voor de zonden van de zijnen Zag zij Jezus zo in pijnen, En de wrede geselstraf, Zag haar lieve Zoon zo lijden, Heel alleen de doodskamp strijden, Totdat Hij zijn geest hergaf.
Eia mater fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris Fac ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum, Ut sibi complaceam.	Geef, o Moeder! bron van liefde, Dat ik voel, wat U zo griefde, Dat ik met U medeklaag. Dat mij ’t hart ontgloeit van binnen, In mijn Heer en God te minnen, Dat ik Hem alleen behaag.
Sancta mater, istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas Cordi meo valide. Tui nati vulnerati Tam dignati pro me pati, Poenas mecum divide!	Heil’ge Moeder, wil mij horen, Met de wonden mij doorboren, Die Hij aan het kruishout leed. Ach, dat ik de pijn gevoelde, Die uw lieve Zoon doorwoelde, Toen Hij stervend voor mij streed.
Fac me vere tecum flere, Crucifixo condolere, Donec ego vixero. Iuxta crucem tecum stare Te libenter sociare In planctu desidero.	Mocht ik klagen al mijn dagen, En zijn plagen waarlijk dragen, Tot mijn jongste stervenssmart. Met U onder ’t kruis te wenen, Met uw rouw mij te verenen, Dat verlangt mijn zuchtend hart.
Virgo virginum praeclara, Mihi iam non sis amara, Fac me tecum plangere. Fac ut portem Christi mortem, Passionis eius sortem Et plagas recolere.	Maagd der maagden! nooit volprezen, Wil voor mij niet bitter wezen, Laat mij treuren aan uw zij, Laat mij al de wrede plagen, En de dood van Christus dragen, Laat mij sterven zoals Hij.
Fac me plagis vulnerari, Cruce hac inebriari Ob amorem filii, Inflammatus et accensus, Per te virgo sim defensus In die iudicii.	Laat zijn wonden mij doorwonden, Worde ik bij zijn kruis verslonden In het bloed van uwen Zoon. Moge ik in het vuur niet branden, Neem, o Maagd, mijn zaak in handen In het oordeel voor Gods troon.
Fac me cruce custodiri, Morte Christi praemuniri, Confoveri gratia. Quando corpus morietur Fac ut animae donetur Paradisi gloria. Amen. (Alleluia.)	Christus, moge ik eens behalen, Als mijn levenszon gaat dalen, Door uw Moeder, palm en prijs. En als ’t lichaam dan zal sterven, Doe mijn ziel de glorie erven Van het hemels paradijs. Amen. (Halleluja)

Kruisiging met H. Maria en H. Johannes Evangelist – Antonio Da Firenze

Cannonball Adderley Quintet – Mercy, Mercy, Mercy

You know, sometimes, we’re not prepared for adversity.
When it happens, sometimes, we’re caught short.
We don’t know exactly how to handle it when it comes up.
Sometimes, we don’t know just what to do when adversity takes over.
And I have advice for all of us.
I’ve got it from my pianist Joe Zawinul who wrote this tune.
And it sounds like what you’re supposed to say when you have that kind of problem.
It’s called Mercy, Mercy, Mercy. (Cannonball Adderley)

Force, rooted in justice, backed by courage

“The mob was heading in, to ransack and loot the apartments of the terrified old men and women. When the troopers arrived, M-16s at the ready, the mob threatened and cursed, but the mob retreated. It had met the one thing that could stop it: force, rooted in justice, backed by courage.”

And there were the brave people of Koreatown who took the worst of the LA riots, but still live the family values we treasure, and who still believe deeply in the American dream.

Friends, in those wonderful 25 weeks, the saddest days were the days of the bloody riot in LA, the worst in our history. But even out of that awful tragedy can come a message of hope.

Hours after the violence ended I visited the Army compound in south LA, where an officer of the 18th Cavalry, that had come to rescue the city, introduced me to two of his troopers. They could not have been 20 years old. He told them to recount their story.

They had come into LA late on the 2nd day, and they walked up a dark street, where the mob had looted and burned every building but one, a convalescent home for the aged. The mob was heading in, to ransack and loot the apartments of the terrified old men and women. When the troopers arrived, M-16s at the ready, the mob threatened and cursed, but the mob retreated. It had met the one thing that could stop it: force, rooted in justice, backed by courage.

Greater love than this hath no man than that he lay down his life for his friend. Here were 19-year-old boys ready to lay down their lives to stop a mob from molesting old people they did not even know. And as they took back the streets of LA, block by block, so we must take back our cities, and take back our culture, and take back our country.

De eerste, tweede en derde video van deze speech en de volledige tekst.

Pat Buchanan blogt u hier.

Mahalia Jackson – (Give Me That) Old Time Religion

Give me that old time religion
Good religion that used to be
Give me that old time religion
Hallelujah, it’s good enough for me

It was good for my mother
It was good for my mother
It was good for my mother
Hallelujah, it’s good enough for me

It was good for Paul and Silas
It was good for Paul and Silas
It was good for Paul and Silas
Hallelujah, it’s good enough for me

It was good for the Hebrew children
It was good for the Hebrew children
It was good for the Hebrew children
Hallelujah, it’s good enough for me

It will save you when you are dying
It will save you when you are dying
It will save you when you are dying
Hallelujah, it’s good enough for me

It was good for my old father
It was good for my old father
It was good for my old father
Hallelujah, it’s good enough for me

El Mundo – the Kingdom of Castille

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Cristiade

Film van Dean Wright met Andy Garcia, Eva Longoria, Peter O’Toole en Eduardo Verastegui. Later in de bioscoop.

A chronicle of the Cristeros War (1926-1929), which was touched off by a rebellion against the Mexican Government’s attempt to secularize the country. The film follows the stories of ordinary people from across the country who choose to stand up for their freedom. Caught up in a full-fledged civil war, they all must decide how far they are willing to go and what they’re willing to risk

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