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After the Chilean military dumped the body of Victor Jara on the streets of a slum in Santiago on 17 September 1973, local residents found the Poet of Love and The Peasant with forty-four bullet wounds from a machine gun.
Both his hands and his jaw had been broken; and later, it was discovered every rib was broken as well.
Those who were there in the bowels of the National Sports Stadium, either observing the torture or waiting to be tortured, reported that with both hands broken and part of his chest caved in from rifle butts, his tormentors handed him his guitar and demand he play and sing. He was unable to play; but he summoned enough strength to sing a song popular with the peasants who marched in the streets campaigning for Allende's Presidency.
That was when they dragged him off for the final beating and riddling him with forty-four bullets from a machine gun.
Modern-day forensics would note the extreme amount of brutality, the over-kill of forty-four bullets, every rib broken, both hands that played the guitar so beautifully, crushed into mere sacks of jelly, the public display of the body. CSI's would note that the killing was not a dispassionate affair, but a murder of sheer, unadulterated hate.
Victor Jara sang of how love would level class divisions and preclude military violence. The CIA-trained Pinochet apparatus made sure Jara's brutal murder sent a different message.
In a time and a nation that forgets or doesn't know who Nixon's first vice-President was; Victor Jara isn't even a footnote in a history book never read. In a time and nation when public personalities like DJ Megatron could be gunned down in the street and it barely merited a mention on the evening news; it's important that the art and murder of Victor Jara from so long ago not be forgotten.
So that none of these brutal murders and the lives lost will ever be forgotten.
-- Justice Putnam
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The playlist for Monday 6 December 14 9pm to Midnight Pacific Edition of The Justice Department: Musique sans Frontieres
~~ "Victor Jara's Last Poem' ~~
~~ Hour One ~~
1 - Maurice Ravel -- "Bolero"
2 - Paco Ibanez -- "Balada del que nunca fue a Granada"
3 - Dhafer Youssef -- "Wind and Shadows"
4 - Varttina -- "Sanat"
5 - John Adams -- "Tromba Lontana"
6 - Mount Madonna Choir -- "O Quam Gloriosum"
Station Break
7 - Youn Sun Nah -- "Calypso Blues"
8 - Gilberto Gil -- "O Amor Aqui de Casa"
9 - Ida Presti -- "Sor Andante Largo"
10 - Azam Ali -- "Prayer for Soleil"
11 - Victor Jara -- "Yo No Canto Por Cantar"
12 - Bowerbirds -- "My Oldest Memory"
13 - Manu Chao -- "Bongo Bong"
~~ Hour Two ~~
1 - The Clash -- "Spanish Bombs"
2 - Hossein Alizadeh -- "Vernal Presence"
3 - Kiran Ahluwalia -- "Vo Kuch"
4 - Tinariwen -- "Imidiwan Matanam"
5 - Quantic -- "Time Is The Enemy"
6 - Budos Band -- "Hidden Hand"
7 - Zero 7 -- "Give It Away"
Station Break
8 - Tosca -- "Rosa"
9 - AKmusique -- "Ocean Drive 707"
10 - Montefiori Cocktail -- "Anamaria"
12 - Omara Portuondo -- "Canto lo Sentimental"
13 - La Caina -- "Bailando Va"
14 - Rosalia de Souza -- "Bossa 31
~~ Hour Three ~~
1 - Morphine -- "Like Swimming"
2 - Los Lobos -- "The Wreck of The Carlos Rey"
3 - Chris Whitley -- "Drifting"
4 - Marc Ribot -- "Bateau"
5 - Beth Orton -- "She Cries Your Name"
6 - Josh Roseman Unit -- "Long Day Short Night"
Station Break
7 - Richard Galliano -- "Guarda che Luna"
8 - Kitka and Tzvetanka Varimezova -- "Kalimanku Denku"
9 - Stimmhorn -- "Triohatala"
10 - Horace Silver -- "Song For My Father"
11 - William Orbit -- "Montok Point"
Who loves ya, baby?
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(12-String Ovation Balladeer Astoria, Oregon / copyright Justice Putnam)
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We are five thousand
Confined in this little part of town
We are five thousand
How many of us are there throughout the country?
Such a large portion of humanity
With hunger, cold, horror and pain
Six among us have already been lost
And have joined the stars in the sky.
One killed, another beaten
As I never imagined a human being
could be beaten
The other four just wanted to put an end
To their fears
One by jumping down to his death
The other smashing his head against a wall
But all of them
Looking straight into the eyes of death.
We are ten thousand hands
That can no longer work
How many of us are there
Throughout the country?
The blood shed by our comrade President
Has more power than bombs and machine guns
With that same strength our collective fist
Will strike again some day.
Song, How imperfect you are!
When I most need to sing, I cannot
I cannot because I am still alive
I cannot because I am dying
It terrifies me to find myself
Lost in infinite moments
On which silence and shouts
Are the objectives of my song
What I now see, I have never seen
What I feel and what I have felt
Will make the moment spring again.
(Written in a concentration camp, by Chilean poet Victor Jara, memorized, and smuggled out by other political prisoners shortly before Jara was murdered on September 17, 1973.)
-- Victor Jara
"Victor Jara's Last Poem"
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Voices and Soul appears on Black Kos Tuesday's Chile; poetry chosen and critiqued by Black Kos Poetry Editor Justice Putnam.
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(Cut Stones and Arch St Ceneri, France / copyright Justice Putnam)
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Question: Who is your audience? What are you here for?
Answer: Tribal Alliances, Heart-felt Convictions, Passionate Reason, Random Abandon, Sustainable Civility and a kiss; to comfort the sad and the mad Ones; the Ones roaming the International section of the American Supermarket at night; or roaming the neglected streets looking for an angry malaprop to sink their teeth into; the Ones who seek without seeking and learn as much as they teach; the Ones who embrace and kiss and embrace again; the Ones who sing the song of the city and the ballads of the forest; the Ones who chant the rhythm of the sea and hum the melody of the desert; the Ones who sing the prayer of Her name and Her name is the World. Yes, those are the Ones. -- JP
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(Man, Girl and Broken Window Klamath Falls, Oregon / copyright Justice Putnam)
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So that explains it... !
Sunlight and Water Pitcher Muir Beach / copyright Justice Putnam
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... Or does it?
(Holy Bible and 3 in 1 Oil Berkeley, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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I took another small sip of water as the next questioner rose, this time by the stacks of French novels. She was cute; red hair, tall, maybe 5'9" or 5'10", well proportioned. Had to be another doctoral student in Comparative Literature at Cal; so even at 24 or 25, was too young for my wandering eye.
"You stated," she stated determinedly, "and I quote; 'Comedy, Poetry and Fiction are only effective and only become Art if there is a Truth behind the humor, the verse and the lie.'"
"Yes," I uttered to fill the small silence.
"In your writing; in your humor, verse and lies, are you telling a Truth about yourself?" she asked, "or are you telling a Truth about the Culture and Society as a whole?"
"Yes," I answered.
--Justice Putnam
"Conversations With The Audience"
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(Rail Road Crossing, Sonoma California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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"Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned, and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard to sing their praises."
-- Horace
"Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand."
-- Charles Kingsley
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A Windy Day In Normandy
Your floral-print dress
A breeze across fields
Of Sunflower and Lavender
You told me the story
Of the tragedy of
Your family
Your grandfather on
His mailman bicycle
The delivery of
Resistance correspondence
The fear of discovery
(The inevitable retaliation
Against the village
An Uncle hung
In the Square
A few weeks short
Of the liberation)
I watched your tears
As you prayed near
The soldier multitude of
White crosses and
The occasional
Star of David
Here and there even
An alabaster Crescent Moon
You wept for them all
As the tournesol
Faced West
Your dress clung in folds
And your red hair
Framed the History
Of your familial grief
(Saint Ceneri, France, 1994)
© 2005 Justice Putnam
and Mechanisches Strophe-Verlagswesen
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Rest in Peace Aaron Swartz
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(Morning Fog And Surf, Muir Beach, California / copyright Justice Putnam)
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