ITHAKAz – Heterodoxia

a) Kavafis eta Andolin Eguzkitza

ITHAKA

(1911)

(https://armiarma.eus/emailuak/pamiela/kava17.htm)

Ithakara itzultzeko bidaian abiatzen zarenean,

egizu otoitz bidea luze izan dadin,

menturez betea, ezagutzez betea.

Lestrygonei eta Zyklopeei,

eta Poseidon hiratuari ez iezaiezu beldur izan,

horrelakorik ez duzu zeure bidean inoiz aurkituko,

zure pentsamenduak gora badirau, baldin eta zirrara

fin batek zure izpiritua eta zure gorputza ukitzen baditu.

Lestrygonak, Zyklopeak,

Poseidon hiratua ez dituzu aurpegiratuko,

zeure ariman ez badiezu abaro ematen,

zure arimak ez baditu jartzen zure aurrean.

Egizu otoitz bidea luze izan dadin.

Anitz udagoiz izan dadin,

zeinetan zein plazerrez, zein zoriontasunez

helduko baitzara aldez aurretik amesturiko portuetara;

geldi zaitez merkatu feniziarretan,

eta merkarntzia ederretarik egizu pilakera,

perlak eta koralak, anbare eta ebanoak,

eta lurrin laketgarri era guztietakoak,

ahal duzun gehiena lurrin laketgarrietarik;

hiri egipziar askotara joan zaitez,

ikasteko eta ikasteko dakitenengandik.

Zeure adimenduan ukan ezazu Ithaka beti.

Horrainoko etorrera da zure jomuga.

Baina ez ezazu presaka zeure bidaia bat ere.

Hobe da anitz urte eder dirauela;

era behin zaharturik ja irlara heltzea,

bidean irabazitako guztiarekin aberats,

espero gabe Ithakak aberastasunik ematea.

Ithakak bidaia eder bat eman zizun.

Bera gabe ez zinatekeen abiatu.

Baina ez dauka deus besterik zuri emateko.

Era pobrea edireten baduzu, Ithakak ez zintuen engainatu.

Bilakatu zaren jakintsua, hainbeste esperientziarekin

ulertu dukezu Ithakak zer erran nahi duten.

* Nahikoa ezaguna da Ithaka mitikoa, Ulyses-en sorterria, eta halaber Homeroren poema, Odisea, Ulyses-en itzulera kondatzen duena Troiako gerratearen ostean, eta Poseidon-en amorruagatik jasan zituen gora beherak Ithaka helmuga eta ipar zeukan pasadizuz beteriko bidaia burutu baino lehen. Kavafisen olerki han, beraz, bidaia haren alegoria da, eta era berean Ulyses-ek aurkitu zituen arazo batzuena, hala nola Lestrygonen eta Zyklopeen gertakariena. Bidaia bizitzea da Kavafisentzat.

b) Kavafis eta Scott Ritter

Ithaka, Revisited

Scott Ritter

Mar 30

(https://www.scottritterextra.com/p/ithaka-revisited)

Near the end of a question-and-answer session following a screening of Director Ben Lawrence’s new feature-length documentary film, Ithaka, at the Tinker Street Cinema in Woodstock, New York, on March 26^th, John Shipton, the main subject of the film and the father of the imprisoned journalist Julian Assange, was asked about the meaning behind the title of the film. I, too, was curious, as nowhere in the movie was the term “Ithaka” mentioned.

John’s response was to quote some lines from a poem written by C.P. Cavafy, widely considered the most distinguished Greek poet of the 20th century. The poem was entitled Ithaka.

As you set out for Ithaka

hope your road is a long one,

full of adventure, full of discovery.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.

Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,

you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

As John informed the packed theater, the poem was probably best experienced as delivered by Sean Connery, who recorded a rendition of Ithaka that, per John’s advice, should be experienced by all. But whether uttered in the soft, almost hushed voice of John Shipton, or the bold baritone of Mr. Connery. C. P. Cavafy’s words resonate deeply—especially after having watched Ben Lawrence’s deeply disturbing film.

Ithaka is the story about the journey, not the destination. This is a very difficult concept to handle for most movie goers, who expect a tight narrative to unfold possessing a beginning, a middle, and an ending, with the latter hopefully being uplifting.

In this, Ithaka disappoints by design—there is no beginning, with the viewer being thrust straight into the already unfolding drama of Julian Assange’s incarceration, and the presence of his father, John Shipton, to provide moral support.

Ithaka. Trailer ofiziala: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJiHJKcmV2Q

The end of the movie finds the audience confronted with the fact that there is no end to the story—Julian remains incarcerated in the hell that is HM Belmarsh, a notorious men’s prison in Thamesmead, in south-east London, England, awaiting extradition to the United States, where he faces up to 175 years imprisonment (a literal death sentence) if found guilty of the charges of espionage being proffered by the US Government.

It is as empty and dark an ending to a film one can imagine, and yet anyone familiar with the tragedy that defines the narrative of Julian Assange over the course of the past decade knew going in that there would not—could not—be a happy ending to this film.

So it is all about the journey,

“And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you,” John Shipton intoned. “Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.”

The journey of John Shipton and his son, Gabriel, and that of Julian Assange’s lovely, loyal wife, Stella, is as heartbreaking as any story that lacks an ending could be. We know how it ends, and yet, thanks to Ben Lawrence, we are sucked into this journey, as experienced by these three remarkable human beings, until we become one with them, hanging on their every word, every gesture, every nuance, hoping for the justice and humanity this story demands, but which can never be delivered.

It is a crushing journey, one which, John Shipton notes, is similar to that of Prometheus, the Greek God of fire. Prometheus defied his fellow immortals by giving man the gift of fire, only to be condemned by Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, to be bound to a rock, where an eagle would come and tear his liver from his body, only to have the liver grow back overnight, awaiting the eagle’s return, leading to an infinity of torment and torture.

Julian Assange gave humanity the gift of truth. For this crime a wrathful king, in the form of the United States government, has condemned him to a life of imprisonment, forever tortured with the hope of release, only to have hope dashed again, and again, and again.

The hopelessness that emerges from the journey of John, Gabriel, and Stella creates among the audience a false sense of expectation, leading to the inevitable query at the movie’s conclusion about “what can be done?”

“And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you,” John Shipton reminds us.

It is not about the journey’s end. We will find it poor, and we should not allow ourselves to have been fooled thinking otherwise.

The United States will not do right by Julian Assange, or the constitutionally-protected concept of free speech, the exercise of which serves as the foundation for Julian’s Prometheus-like existence today.

The United Kingdom will not suddenly grow a conscience, and release to the loving arms of his family a man whose only sin was to expose the war crimes of an out of control imperial power.

And the American people will not break free of their sheep-like existence, forever looking over their shoulder at the Shephard they think is shielding them from harm but in the end is only leading them to their collective slaughter.

We have arrived in Ithaka, and it is, indeed, poor.

We should have never thought it would be—could be—otherwise.

Laistrygonians, Cyclops,

angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:

you’ll never find things like that on your way

as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,

as long as a rare excitement

stirs your spirit and your body.

Watching the journey of John, Gabriel, and Stella, our thoughts were, indeed, raised high, and we did not, for a moment at least, fear the beasts and angry Gods arrayed before us.

Laistrygonians, Cyclops,

wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them

unless you bring them along inside your soul,

unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

For a brief time in Ben Lawrence’s film, the audience is so taken in by John, Gabriel, and Stella that we forget that we are watching events that have already transpired, and instead we are one with these wonderful exemplar’s of humanity, joined together on a journey to Ithaka, our collective soul’s purged of the demons that haunt us all, and instead surrounded by the joy of a child’s laughter, the sound of a horse trotting past, the wind in the air, a bird’s song…

Hope your road is a long one.

May there be many summer mornings when,

with what pleasure, what joy,

you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;

may you stop at Phoenician trading stations

to buy fine things,

mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

sensual perfume of every kind—

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

and may you visit many Egyptian cities

to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.

Arriving there is what you’re destined for.

But don’t hurry the journey at all.

Better if it lasts for years,

so you’re old by the time you reach the island,

wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,

not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.

Without her you wouldn’t have set out.

She has nothing left to give you now.

Do not expect Ithaka to make you rich. Do not expect anything at all. Because, in the end, there is nothing but the memory of the experience itself.

No justice.

No peace.

No freedom.

Just the sound of a lone horse’s hooves clacking on the cobblestones as it trots on past toward destinations unknown.

“That’s nice,” John tells us, listening, just as his son, Julian, had, when Stella held up her phone so the modern-day Prometheus could gain a moment’s respite from the eagle’s torture by listening to the sounds of a world that existed outside the confines of a prison cell.

And it was, indeed, lovely.

c) Kavafis eta GU

Gu ondokoak gara:

Mirentxu (Edurne E. B., Andolin-en arreba) eta ni neu.

Mirentxu:

1949n jaioa, Urbinaga-n (Sestao)

Alabak: Garazi eta Irati, Irati eta Garazi

2023ko apirilaren 2an hil zen.

Curriculum tipia:

(Edurnek berak idatzitakoa. Hasiera 2023.02.19an)

17 urterekin, Martin F. Villaran enpresan lanean: Perforista gisa, BM-rako ordenagailu handirako txartel perforatuak eginez. (“Figuras Oultas. NASA” izeneko filmean ikusten denaren antzera.)

Bitartean, Perito Mercantileko ikasketak egin.

1971ean ezkondu, eta Villaran-en enpresan bukatu.

1971ean: Bilboko Euskaltzaindiaren egoitzan, euskara ikasteko ikastaroa, josebarekin batera.

Euskara ikasten Zizur Txikian (Nafarroan, Udako Ikastaroa, Barnetegia)

1971-72: Gobelas Ikastolan lanean, andereño gisa.

1972. Portugaleteko Herrikoa Ikastolan lanean, andereño gisa. Juntak andereño guztiak botatzen ditu.

Argudioa: komunistak izateagatik eta seme-alabak Herriarenak direla esateagatik.

Segida:

Simondrogasko ikastolara joan. Ikastolak ilegalak bide zirelako testuinguruan.

”Titulurik gabeko andereñoak” izan zirenak uda batzuetan joaten ziren Kataluniara, Rosa Sensat-eko ikastaroetara.

Psikomotrizitateaz: titulua lortu.

Simondrogasko Ikastola alegala Sestaoko Cuetoko eskola publikora pasatzen da.

Edurne ezin da pasatu magistaritzako titulua ez duelako.

Deustuko Unibertsitatean:

Hasten da Ingeles Filologia, ikasten: 3 hilabete pasa ondoren, bertan behera utzi.

Urte horren neguan Montrealera joaten da. Espainierazko eskolak ematen ditu, inglesa ikasten duen bitartean.

Euskal Herrira itzuli, bikien hardunaldiarengatik (muga: zazpi hilabeko haurdunaldian abioiez etorri ahal izateko).

Irati eta Garazi, Garazi eta Irati jaio.

3 urte izan arte, haurrak zaindu, aitaren laguntzaz.

Begoña Aranaga eta biok Ingelesa primariarako ikasi genuen. Bigarren diplonatura deitzen dena.

Lehen aurreskola egin Simondrogas-en egon bitartean..

Maistraren bigarren titulua lortu.

Lanbide Heziketan lanean. Kurtso bat Iurreta-n, kurtso bat Txurdinaga-n.

1994 oposaketen etsamina.

Bi urte Errekamari-n praktikak egiten.

Bermeora, plaza lortua.

Bi kurtso Portugaleten, Comisión de Servicios delakoan.

Traslado Konkurtsoaren bidez, Angela Figuera-ra.

60 urterekin ibilbide laborala Hezkuntzan, bukatu.

Feminismoan.

Marijose Urruzula Hezkidetza Taldea Sestaon eta beste 4 leku Bizkaia osoan

3 hilabeteko liberazioa feminismoaz ikasteko

Feminismoaren kezka eta militantzia Portugaletera eraman.

Andere Bidatz taldea emakume batzuen artean sortu.

2017tik 2023ra agurra idatzi, azkenengo 13 urteetan parte aktiboa hartu Portugaleteko mugimendu feministan

Ikastaro bat puntu egiten ikasteko, “beti gustatu izan zait” (sic).

(Honaino Edurnek berak idatzitakoa)

Gure Itaka: 54 urte batera ibilitakoa, 1969 hasi.

Santurtzin hil zen:

San Juan de Dios ospitalean hil zen, Santurtzin

Berak bazekien, nola ez!, aspaldian beste liburu bat nahiko aurreratuta neukala. Ez zekien, liburu hori berari dedikatuta zegoela, minbiziaren aurkako etengabeko burrukan aritzen zen bitartean…

Liburuaren titulua: Mundu multipolarra versus polobakarrekoa¹

BRICS delakoa dago tartean, noski.

Gidari batzuk izan ditut horrelako bidaiarako, besteak beste, Alfred de Zayas, Noam Chosmky, Scott Ritter², Oliver Stone…

Aipaturiko liburua prozesuan dago.

Uste nuen 2022ko bukaeran afera bukatuta egongo zela, baina gero eta gehiago korapilatu da, bereziki NATO eta AEB gehi EB-ren eskusartze lotsagarria dela eta.

Orain ongi dakigu, ez jende guztiak noski, nor den nor munduan, AEB-n, EB-n.

Argi baino argiago dago norberaren jarrera, baita gure Euskal Herri osoan ere.

Espero dut aurten bukatuko dela zentzugabekeria hau.

Hona hemen zehaztasun batzuk:

(a) Lehen kapituluaren funtsa, 2022.02.25:

Alfred de Zayas, Ukraina eta Errusia (plus all the Western press)

(b) Orain arte egindako azken lantxoa, 2023.03.23an:

BRICS versus NATO + AEB + EB (23)

(Bi lantxo horien artean, UEUko blogean badaude hainbat sarrera. Dena den, ‘afera’ bukatu arte segituko dut lanean, Mirentxu-ri agindu nion bezala.)

Mirentxu-ri

elkarrekin batera egindako Ithakaz gogoratuz,

eta bihotzez eta amodioz eskerrak emanez