Everyone has a manifesto. Political parties, protest movements and punk bands wanting to shake-up the biz; artists, architects and film-makers; dadaists, futurists, situationists and lots of other ists.
A manifesto announces you. It reinforces your self image.
Everyone has a manifesto. But no one had a manifesto like Victor Jara. It was composed shortly before he was murdered by fascists:
I don’t sing for love of singing
or to show off my voice
but for the statements
made by my honest guitar
for its heart is of the earth
and like the dove it goes flying
endlessly as holy water
blessing the brave and the dying
so my song has found a purpose
as Violeta Parra would say.
Yes, my guitar is a worker
shining and smelling of spring
my guitar is not for killers
greedy for money and power
but for the people who labour
so that the future may flower.
For a song takes on a meaning
when its own heart beat is strong
sung by a man who will die singing
truthfully singing his song.
I don’t care for adulation
or so that strangers may weep.
I sing for a far strip of country
narrow but endlessly deep.
This is an occasional blog. It has many loves and inspirations. Victor Jara is one. If this site does indeed have a manifesto, it cannot claim a stature like those expressed by the words above.
It is a blog about pop and politics.
It won’t provide the answers you are looking for.
It is absolutely convinced of its opinions, but understands these opinions are worthless.
It is often serious and sometimes frivolous.
It may occasionally wallow in pointless nostalgia, but it won’t feature any cats.