Eras una niña pequeña, viva y despierta,
tus ojos veían y amaban todo,
todo lo comprendías y aprendías con facilidad,
con felicidad: saber y comprender todo
¿qué podía ser mejor?
La necesidad de saber tanto como del aire,
como del agua.
Pero la mediocridad de muchos,
junto a la envidia de algunos,
te fue envolviendo
en una agonía de extrañeza.
Tú que tanto disfrutabas de aprender
y poder compartir ese saber
te viste abocada a limitación de tus profesores
y a su escarnio
por saber más que ellos,
al rídiculo y la burla de tus compañeros.
Y a cierta edad
comprendistes que sólo el aislamiento
podía librarte de esa exhibición de feria
a la que te sometían si te prestaban atención,
y diseñastes un traje mejor para pasar desapercibida
antes que ser obligada una y otra vez
por la crueldad de la estúpidez.
Y aquel mundo maravilloso, lleno de todo descubrimiento
se empezó a volver borroso y triste,
empañando tus ojos y tus días,
esos días y años que han pasado, ya eres una mujer,
la vida no ha sido fácil, llegaste a duras penas,
dolorosamente, a acabar
aquella estrecha formación
llamada académica
que resultaba tan insuficiente como aburrida
para tu voraz y absoluta filosofía.
Después vinieron los trabajos de crisis,
crisis de tres al cuarto,
cuarto de euro al día,
pese a que sabes tantas cosas
que la mayoría no imaginan,
pero sólo te queda esperar
el siguiente subempleo
de lo que sea y de lo que haya.
Meses de explotación seguidos
de meses de mayor desesperanza.
Eres un genio, eres superdotada,
pero tu mirada triste ya sólo muestra
el dolor lacerante
de todos tus recuerdos
encerrados en la única pregunta posible
¿por qué?
mentras esperas al fondo
en la cola del paro
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domingo, 17 de junio de 2012
Wendy
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crueldad,
desempleo,
Dolor,
exclusión,
genio,
marginación,
paro,
poesía,
Sistema Educativo,
sociedad,
Superdotados
jueves, 17 de mayo de 2012
Are We, Human, Less Than Rats? by Laura Sanders
He’s no rat, he’s my brother
Rodents exhibit empathy by setting trapped friends free
By Laura Sanders
Calling someone a rat should no longer be considered an insult. The often maligned rodents go out of their way to liberate a trapped friend, a gregarious display that’s driven by empathy, researchers conclude in the Dec. 9 Science.
“As humans, we tend sometimes to have this feeling that there’s something special about our morals,” says neuroscientist Christian Keysers at the Netherlands Institute for Neuroscience in Amsterdam, who was not involved in the study. “It seems that even rats have this urge to help.”
As many pet rat owners know, rats are highly social animals, says study coauthor Inbal Ben-Ami Bartal, a psychologist at the University of Chicago. Bartal and colleagues wanted to see whether rats would take action to ease the suffering of a cage mate. The team put one rat inside a clear cage that could be sprung from the outside, and left another rat to roam free outside the cage for an hour at a time.
Initially, the free rat would circle the cage, digging and biting at it. After about seven days of encountering its trapped friend, the roaming rat learned how to open the cage and liberate the trapped rat. “It’s very obvious that it is intentional,” Bartal says. “They walk right up to the door and open the door.” The liberation is followed by a frenzy of excited running.
The rats would selectively take action when another rat was in distress: Empty cages didn’t inspire rats to learn how to open the door nearly as well as those who were motivated to rescue a trapped rat. By the end of the experiment, only five of 40 rats learned to open an empty cage, while 23 of 30 rats learned to open the cage to free an occupant. (And trapped stuffed animals fared no better than empty cages.)
“If I open the door, that rat’s distress goes away and my distress goes away,” psychologist Matthew Campbell of Yerkes National Primate Research Center at Emory University in Atlanta, who studies empathy in chimpanzees. “They are affected by what the other is experiencing, and that alone is remarkable.”
To push the limits of the rats’ goodwill, Bartal and her team pitted a trapped rat against trapped chocolate, forcing a rat to choose which one to release. “These rats adore their chocolate,” she says. The results astonished Bartal: The rats were equally likely to free a rat in distress as they were to free the sweets. To a rat, a fellow rodent’s freedom was just as sweet as five chocolate chips.
And the niceness doesn’t stop there: “The most shocking thing is they left some of the chocolate for the other rat,” Bartal says. The hero rat left a chocolate chip or two for its newly free associate in more than half of the trials. On purpose. “It’s not like they missed a chocolate,” Bartal says. “They actually carried it out of the restrainer sometimes but did not eat it.”
http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/336819/title/He%E2%80%99s_no_rat%2C_he%E2%80%99s_my_brother
Rodents exhibit empathy by setting trapped friends free
By Laura Sanders
Calling someone a rat should no longer be considered an insult. The often maligned rodents go out of their way to liberate a trapped friend, a gregarious display that’s driven by empathy, researchers conclude in the Dec. 9 Science.
“As humans, we tend sometimes to have this feeling that there’s something special about our morals,” says neuroscientist Christian Keysers at the Netherlands Institute for Neuroscience in Amsterdam, who was not involved in the study. “It seems that even rats have this urge to help.”
As many pet rat owners know, rats are highly social animals, says study coauthor Inbal Ben-Ami Bartal, a psychologist at the University of Chicago. Bartal and colleagues wanted to see whether rats would take action to ease the suffering of a cage mate. The team put one rat inside a clear cage that could be sprung from the outside, and left another rat to roam free outside the cage for an hour at a time.
Initially, the free rat would circle the cage, digging and biting at it. After about seven days of encountering its trapped friend, the roaming rat learned how to open the cage and liberate the trapped rat. “It’s very obvious that it is intentional,” Bartal says. “They walk right up to the door and open the door.” The liberation is followed by a frenzy of excited running.
The rats would selectively take action when another rat was in distress: Empty cages didn’t inspire rats to learn how to open the door nearly as well as those who were motivated to rescue a trapped rat. By the end of the experiment, only five of 40 rats learned to open an empty cage, while 23 of 30 rats learned to open the cage to free an occupant. (And trapped stuffed animals fared no better than empty cages.)
“If I open the door, that rat’s distress goes away and my distress goes away,” psychologist Matthew Campbell of Yerkes National Primate Research Center at Emory University in Atlanta, who studies empathy in chimpanzees. “They are affected by what the other is experiencing, and that alone is remarkable.”
To push the limits of the rats’ goodwill, Bartal and her team pitted a trapped rat against trapped chocolate, forcing a rat to choose which one to release. “These rats adore their chocolate,” she says. The results astonished Bartal: The rats were equally likely to free a rat in distress as they were to free the sweets. To a rat, a fellow rodent’s freedom was just as sweet as five chocolate chips.
And the niceness doesn’t stop there: “The most shocking thing is they left some of the chocolate for the other rat,” Bartal says. The hero rat left a chocolate chip or two for its newly free associate in more than half of the trials. On purpose. “It’s not like they missed a chocolate,” Bartal says. “They actually carried it out of the restrainer sometimes but did not eat it.”
http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/336819/title/He%E2%80%99s_no_rat%2C_he%E2%80%99s_my_brother
Etiquetas:
animales,
Ciencia,
comportamiento,
pensamiento,
ratas,
relaciones humanas,
relfexión,
sociedad
martes, 17 de abril de 2012
Fórmulas
La razón de existir entorno a una biología formulada de antemano. Normas limitadas para ilimitados seres. Imitaciones vitales dentro de tubos de ensayo social.
Supervivencia envuelta de música y belleza. ¿Sería posible mantener este standard por debajo de ciertos umbrales? ¿Podríamos ser los mismos sin agua y bajo una hambruna devastadora?
Mientras amor, sexo, incógnitas en constante intento de ser despejadas con distintos resultados aproximados o erróneos hasta llegar al resultado exacto: la muerte.
En este primer mundo unos se afanan por enriquecerse, otros por proclamarse de derechas, izquierdas, monarárquicos o republicanos, siempre juicios de valor de poca monta entre asesinos sueltos, la justicia boquea asfíxicamente límitada a su propio exoesqueleto.
Supervivencia envuelta de música y belleza. ¿Sería posible mantener este standard por debajo de ciertos umbrales? ¿Podríamos ser los mismos sin agua y bajo una hambruna devastadora?
Mientras amor, sexo, incógnitas en constante intento de ser despejadas con distintos resultados aproximados o erróneos hasta llegar al resultado exacto: la muerte.
En este primer mundo unos se afanan por enriquecerse, otros por proclamarse de derechas, izquierdas, monarárquicos o republicanos, siempre juicios de valor de poca monta entre asesinos sueltos, la justicia boquea asfíxicamente límitada a su propio exoesqueleto.
Etiquetas:
ensayos,
etiquetas,
fórmulas,
incógnitas,
relaciones humanas,
sociedad,
vida
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