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Hemos llegado a un punto en el que, simplemente, la racionalidad ha agotado su capacidad de respuesta; nunca fue, esa “Diosa de la Ilustracion”, depositaria de una humanidad «integra», sino, mas bien, predadora y despotica abanderada de un proyecto de ser humano aniquilado, frio y calculador. Ella, con sus vastagos tecnologicos y economicos, nos ha llevado a donde estamos, a la Desesperacion. Cabe entonar el cantico: «ila Razon ha muerto! iViva la Razon!», para emprender, al fin, un camino de huida, de salvacion, un camino poetico, en el que el ser humano, sin duda, podra reencontrarse entre los escombros a los que la muerta Razon lo ha condenado. En esta poetica de la desesperacion, unica via a traves de la cual podremos rescatarnos de la tumefaccion que nos envuelve, constrine y ahoga, tiene cabida un pensamiento creativo, no deudor de los lastres a los que el pensamiento ha sido sometido desde que Bacon y Descartes santificaron el metodo cientifico. Un pensamiento prolifico, desatado, aullante, en el que sumar una polifonia de voces que anuncien, con descaro, universos alternativos. La Sociologia, la de verdad, la que se siente herida por el sufrimiento creciente al que nos condena el Neocapitalismo actual debe sumarse a esas voces. Title:The poetry of despair Abstract: We have reached a point where, simply, rationality has exhausted its capacity to respond, it, this Goddess of Enlightenment, never was a repository of humanity 'in full', but rather a despotic, predator and flagship of a human being annihilated draft, cold and calculator. She, with her technological and economic offspring, has led us to where we are, to Despair. We an sing the song is dead !Applaud Reason!. To undertake, at the end, a way of escape, of salvation, a poetic way in which the human being, wihtout doubt, will be able to reunite himself from the rubble to which the dead Reason has condemned. In this poetry of despair, the only way through which we can rescue us from the swelling that surrounds us, constraining and drowns, has room for creative thinking, not paying the weights to that thought has been subject since Bacon and Descartes sanctified the scientific method. A prolific thought, unleashed, howling, which add a polyphony of voices that announce, boldly, alternate universes. Sociology, the real one, which is hurt by the increasing suffering to which we are condemned by the current neo-capitalism has to add to those voices.
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