Neruda’s Poems

“And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings (…)
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children’s blood (…)
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
in the streets!”
Neruda

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Tuesday, January 28th, 1939

Tuesday, January 28th, 1939
To lower the pressure exerted by the thousands of refugees gathered at the border, the French Home Secretary, Albert Serraut, ordered: “Let the women and children pass, take care of the wounded and send the valid men back and shut the door behind them.” The date was Tuesday, January 28th. (In Los Españoles del Winnipeg, J Ferrer Mir, page 33) “

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The last thinker of the exile — José Ricardo Morales

The last thinker of the exile — José Ricardo Morales

On February 17th, 2016, playwright and essayist José Ricardo Morales died in Santiago de Chile. He was perhaps the last of the intellectuals to have lived through the Republican exile and had celebrated his 100th birthday on November 3rd, 2016. He was the perfect example of a species soon to be extinct: intellectual humanists.
Morales had started his studies at the University of Valencia. The theatre group El Búho, directed for a time by Max Aub, premiered his first play in 1938: Burilla de Don Berrendo, Doña Caracolines y su amante.
During the civil war, Morales was head of the Department of Culture of the FUE (Federacion Universitaria Escolar) in Valencia, as well as a member of the UFEH (Unión Federal de Estudiantes Hispanos) and editor in chief of the Frente Universitario magazine – “heart of the FUE in the rearguard”. In October 1936, he voluntarily joined the antifascist milicias and became commissary of the People’s Army. On November 3rd, 1938, he was asked to give a farwell speech to the students of the International Brigades in the auditorium of the University of Valencia.
Here’s the faultless biography of an antifascist student who, on July 18th 1936, was in Barcelona to take part in the People’s Olympiads as a swimmer and who, in 1939, crossed the border with France in La Jonquera and was admitted into the camp of Saint Cyprien.
Morales was a passenger aboard the Winnipeg, the ship chartered by Pablo Neruda, and he arrived in Valparaiso, Chile on September 4th, 1939. He was able to work as an art history professor at the Faculty of Architecture of the University of Chile. He never ceased to feel indebted to Chile and did his best to contribute to it cultural development by taking part in some important projects: he helped create the Experimental Theatre of Chile alongside Pedro de la Barra, as well as the National Theatre of Chile; he directed within the Cruz Del Sur publishing house, “in which he published in 1943 a valuable anthology of poets in exile”; he carried on his academic work; he became a member of the Chilean Academy of Languages (thus becomig the first exiled Spanish Republican to be accepted into an American academy); he wrote 42 plays and numerous essays.
Morales embodies the tragedy of being uprooted, which is deeply characteristic of our republican exile, and he’s victim of one injustice that often goes along with it: silence and oblivion, both in Chile and in Spain. However, the publication in two volumes of his complete works by the Institución Alfon el Magnanim de Valencia tries to correct this wrong and allows whoever might be interested to read the works of a brilliant humanist, whose musings warn us against the dangers of technolatry, especially in our current society where the wildest capitalist neoliberalism reigns and where financial capitals and markets are the new gods.

Manuel Aznar Soler, 24.02.2016 | http://www.levante-emv.com/cultura/2016/02/24/ultimo-intelectual-exilio/1383268.html

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Neruda — Second cycle of his poetic work

Pablo Neruda was a key figure in Chilean culture and politics of the 20th century and had a significant impact on the country’s society and arts. On September 23rd, 1973, twelve days after the coup d’état and the passing of his friend President Salvador Allende, Pablo Neruda died from prostate cancer in Santiago. For the centenary of the poet’s birth, an exhibition entitled “Las Vidas Del Poeta” was organised in the National Library of Chile.

Memoria Chilena Fuente: http://www.memoriachilena.cl/602/w3-article-3638.html

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Argeles-sur-Mer, Juan Carrasco

Argeles-sur-Mer, Juan Carrasco

Juan Carrasco, a republican soldier, shares his story in his book La Odisea de los Españoles Republicanos en Francia.
“The living conditions in the Argelès camp were precarious; personal space was minimal and promiscuity made people irascible. One can easily imagine the space dedicated to the meeting of bodily needs: an enclosure near the beach in which refugees – men, women and children alike – came to do defecate. It was impossible to enter such a place without walking on feces. The enclosure was so small that people almost touched each other while squatting.
It is now difficult to believe that Spanish refugees lived in such conditions on the beautiful beaches of Roussillon. (In Los españoles del Winnipeg, J. Ferrer Mir, p.39)

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Salvador Morenas Mas and Francisco Requena

Salvador Morenas Mas and Francisco Requena
Salvador Morenas Mas says: I also befriended an Andalusian barber called Francisco Requena. He was always in a good mood, with a smile on his face, which contrasted with the bitterness and the sadness that could be read on most faces. To fight against the monotonous life they lived in the concentration camp, and in order to earn some money, Requena had set up a parlour just by the barracks. Every day, he would give away 20 coupons for a free shave and charge whoever didn’t have one. The free shaves were completed in four strokes, and no complaints were to be made.
Boredom and idleness were our greatest enemies. We had to use our imagination to keep them at bay.
One of the men who slept in the same barracks as me kept thinking about the girlfriend he’d left in Mataró. He decided to write to her and after a while, he received a long love letter in return.
I spent close to six months in Agde. It was a life with no purpose, no routine, no expectations, locked up with thousands of republicans and democrats like me, but my youth gave me the strength to overcome hunger, cold and pain. This was where I turned nineteen. (p.46-47)

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