THE MOTORCYCLE DIARIES is a film version of CHE GUEVARAS roadtrip on a mororcycle across South America during which he became aware of the widespread injustice & oppression throughout the region which led to him becoming political & eventually a revolutionary. The film is also essentially a roadmovie & is quirky & humorous & sad & poignant & is a great piece of film-making at its best.
Before he changed the world the world changed him...
Let the world change you... and you can change the world... TAGLINES FROM THE MOVIE
PHOTO FROM The Motorcycle Diaries ( 2004)
Gael Garcia Bernal AS Ernesto Guevara de la Serna
Rodrigo De La Serna AS Alberto Granado
Director
Walter Salles
Writers
Jose Rivera Screenplay (Adaptation)
Ernesto Che Guevara Source Material (from book: "The Motorcycle Diaries")
Alberto Granado Source Material (from book: "Traveling with Che Guevera: The Making of a Revolutionary")
CHE GUEVARA & FIDEL CASTRO AFTER THE REVOLUTION SUCCEEDED IN CUBA OUSTING THE OPPRESSIVE REGIME of Dictator Fulgencio Baptista in 1959
Anyway I highly recommend this film as a good film & not just for its political overtones.
And now for a few more verse of my poem " AN EPIC FOR OUR TIME : A REQUIEM "
PART VI : THE WAYS OF THE WORLD
and someday the day may come
And when the people are no longer afraid
and the people cry out for freedom
and the people fill the streets protesting
and the people demand their rights -
and the generals send in their troops
and the profiteers hide behind the generals
and the foreign investors cry out for more profits
and the foreigners send in their gunboats
and the Gunship helicopters & fighter jets & B1 Bombers roar overhead
to maintain peace & security
to pacify the natives
with Napalm burning their flesh
charred bodies mere limbless lumps unrecognizable
& cluster bombs left to explode to mutilate for maximum effect
to teach them the ways of the world -
and the children in their hunger & suffering cry out
and wonder what is their crime
and they lay on the ground moaning
missing legs or arms
their bodies riddled with shrapnel & bullets
and the angry or just bored snipers on the concrete walls take potshots
at children going to & from school
and at children are playing soccer in the schoolyard -
every line of your history is tainted with blood & tears
blood of the innocent
tears of the mothers of the wounded & the dead -
and the soldiers & the leaders share jokes
as they toss bodies into mass graves
in the middle of nowhere
in the dry desert sands
in the midst of overgrown jungles
in city parks into quarries & wells
tossing dissenters into the Pacific or Atlantic -
their dirty little secrets growing year after year
and the press & tv praise them
and the well to do in cozy suburbia praise them
their cities & neighborhoods
and the citizens cry out
to hell with those who do not wish us well -
and all the racists are so politically correct
knowing just what words to say
and which words are forbidden
keeping their white robes hidden from view
as they rule from their lofty heights -
words burning your flesh like napalm
words spoken burned like shadows into cement sidewalks
silencing one nation after another -
secret planes secret prisons
secret police secret missions
its all a secret -
just a few bad apples they say
they say turn the other cheek
always say please & thank you
learn to share & play the game fairly
care about others
pray to God & the Flag
& the faces carved on Mount Rushmore
bow before presidents prime ministers & kings
kiss the rings of Popes pastors rabbis & archbishops
heed the orders of Tzars Pharaohs & Generals
while each of us spies on our neighbors
ready to turn them in
for some suspicious & subversive behavior -
as they conquer nations in our name
torture & kill all who dare resist -
blaming the victims
be silent no more -
and chorus girls dance the cancan
in the bowels of hell -
NOTE: VERSES WRITTEN WHILE LISTENING TO VICTOR JARA SILVIO RODRIGUEZ & CHILEAN GROUPS " INTI-ILLIMANI " & " QUILAPAYUN " FOR INSPIRATION & DISORIENTATATION AS IT WERE !
SO THERE YOU GO,
GORD.
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