Sunday, May 15, 2011

E71 Camera Voorkant Gebruiken

Rewriting

"I am unable to prove that lay readers enjoy books more than the professional critics, but I can say what is the advantage we have in relation to them. We can not forget. They suffer the curse of memory, never to be erased their brains books about which they teach and write. For them become part of the family. Perhaps that is the reason why some critics have just acquired a slightly paternalistic relationship with their subjects [...] the average reader, but enthusiasts to forget, to go, being unfaithful with other authors, and feel back again in ecstasy. "
Julian Barnes' Emma Bovary's eyes "in Flaubert's Parrot

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Male Waxing New Jersey

lay readers IV

Donde habite el olvido,
in the vast gardens without aurora;

where I only memory of a stone buried in nettles
on which the wind escapes your insomnia.



Where my name Let the body that appoints the arms of the centuries,
where desire does not exist.


In this great region love, angel terrible, like steel

not hide in my chest his wing, gracious smile
air while growing torment.


Wherever I finish this effort requires a master in his own image, subjecting
life Hereafter,
no other horizon than facing eyes.


Where such penalties and no more than names
native heaven and earth around a memory;
where the end is free without knowing myself,
dissolved in fog, no, no light as meat
child.


There, far away;
where dwell oblivion.


Luis Cernuda "Donde habite el olvido" in Forbidden Pleasures (1931)




When he awoke, he remembered nothing

the night before,
"too many beers" told
see my head,
beside hers on the pillow
and kissed her again,
but it was not yesterday, but tomorrow
. And an insolent
sun
like a thief entered the window
.

The day he arrived mauve

had dark circles and mud on the heel,
naked, but strange,
saw us, broken
deception of the night, the harsh light of dawn.
was time to flee
and left without saying
"call me one day."
From the balcony, I saw
lost in the bustle of the Gran Via

And life went on,
things are still
not make much sense.
told me once,
a mutual friend, who saw
Inhale.


The pupil filed a red light,
a backpack, peugeot

and those myopic eyes and blood

galloping through my veins
and a cloud of sand

within the heart and this love spell
no appetite.
kisses I lost, not knowing

say "I need you."
And life went on, things are still
not make much sense
,
once told me,
a mutual friend, who saw
Inhale.

Joaquin Sabina "Where Inhale"

Monday, March 14, 2011

Wife Sunbathing Topless

Volcanic

Back to you is the service road
to take my hat broken words ,
I do not understand the boundaries, you move me frames.
In the space of my forgetfulness is your shadow
a bank to come and see you, you know and shut up, bruise
jump timer, 3, 2, 1, here I am.
Now I've learned to make nooses,
to use step of the first times, to skimp on whys,
to ask the last dance for my fantasies,
now that burns me so much life inert
now nothing, now I do not know if I write to you.
Across runs a voice says that I miss you ,
and I stumble in the meantime the only way I know to love you
with autism from the walls of a safe house,
with teeth of skin wound , I have words of Mercurochrome,
bite the hand that feeds me.
I crawl double-lined skirts memory.
magma to reach that I have almost no fool.
Raquel G. Otero, also known as Sybilla Cardinale www.computodefantasmas.blogspot.com

[A long, but much I want to share here some of the wonders that publishes Ra. The time has come. Computation of ghosts passing through. Really worth it.]

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Microbrew Coffee Maker

against forgetting words

all want to rescue the memory through every piece of life suddenly comes back to us, however unworthy, even painful. And the only way is to fix it with writing.

literature, much as we love to deny it, can rescue from oblivion all that about what the contemporary, increasingly immoral aims slide with absolute indifference "

Enrique Vila-Matas, Bartleby and company

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Camparison Of Breast Size

Notes from a reader


After nearly six years for you quoting what others write, I think it's time to share some personal reading notes. Prints, say, unpretentious criticism. Then: read, read, read and sometimes write. At a time when the blog is becoming the discrete territory "between us", I invite you to make me a new journey between words because I believe with Valery "the universe only exists on paper."
¡Tape

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Level E Vocab Answers Review Exercise 4-6

I'll be back and Development

An Essay for Latin American Thought, November 27, 2008.



Inspired by: "Artefacts", Nicanor Parra.

So why read philosophical literature?

At first it is necessary to clarify the situation "philosophically" of the question, then philosophy itself is part of a wide range filled with multiple themes which engage (if any could be excluded), in this particular case, the subject of literature.

The love of wisdom is not only characterized by gathering knowledge or means to reach it, is itself the representative image of the human question , the interest in understanding, which is summarized in the question. This question is characterized by a body that holds quota, in other words, to ask about something, that something is something that belongs to our present reality or that somehow intersects with it. The drive to meet the gap raises the question transcends then far beyond today's understanding of the subject, also relates to an understanding of the past and a possible projection to the future. The idea of \u200b\u200bphilosophy is related to the understanding of what affects us all, as the subject being questioned is an active (though unconscious, accomplice or anonymous) of a reality that affects community and at the same time, affects to it. Retroactive.

It is now clear "literature" of the question, like philosophy, has an amplitude mainly characterized by all that "writing." Although various theories and versions can not be addressed in this report, the literature is striking about the fact that it presents a fictional scene built by an individual based on thoughts formed or shaped by its historical or actual scene , and consists of ways to address the issues according to the community it belongs to the important facts that the incumbent and all that at the time, decided and incorporated as its own. Within this, the literature is an essential part of community history where its main function unlike the philosophical interrogations, is to present the events of the time in a subsumed in a story full of subjectivity, which, thanks to historical objectivity, it is possible to achieve.

So why read philosophical literature?, Well because philosophizing literature may find it "real scene" of what happened so that not only understandable to those who read it, but is also a way to complete information on what is the reality to which they belong and find out how This is what we are. Likewise, the how read philosophically literature is a strong connection with the events 'objective' that gives us the history and above all, the concern of who we are. This is where comes the role of "Hispanic", where as a society projects the growing gap of what is as a culture. What are we?

disclose to achieve what we are as Hispanic greatly help philosophically read Latin American literature (in any respect by recognizing what you write as a Latin American literature). How?

This report is the mission of showing a way to do it with the help of the (anti) visual poetry Parra. It is possible to link the idea much easier stage of fiction that characterizes the literature, questioning, by the way "the fictional scene" of "the real scene."

How real or fictional as is the story we tell ourselves as Latin Americans in everyday life? "In everyday life, and natural resource which is (anti) poet. And it becomes obvious when one considers that it is the only place (everyday) where you can draw to Latin America as it is.

First, the writing has a great influence of the conqueror, the power is out and dominate us. Is what gave us their language, writing and figures, and with us again she won. It is for this historic and ancient ritual that writing will never fully reflected. Moreover, the acts are very influential Indian, native, unless the mystic writings tell us, which must be mastered and hide. It is for this inertia in the ways that the action itself will never fully reflected. For the reason we all know, writing and action is recognized in a constant struggle, one without the other, does not determine who we are as American, but as a kind of condemnation of the lovers enemies, they have need of the other to survive. And this is the everyday.

"I & I'll be back"

artifacts created Nicanor Parra and with them, a critique, a revolt of Latin American man who writes, reads, thinks and acts dually. Not very European, not very Indian. So, as his work is to be understood at two levels.

The first, who was the Conqueror gave us many questions, one of them is the ability to arrive early and leave early. From being a "man" for his powerful arms, to raze, satisfied, dominate and then go. And another, religion. The crucified Christ who died and rose again after three days and rose.

"I go and come back" has to do with this. With what the American was acquired from European and left him marked. This also explains the absence of parents in Latin American societies, the characterization of "bastard" and the importance of the "Virgin Mary" mother tape was a powerful man who does not know (but who obey), which has had to fend for itself. His son, an ideal mix between God and humans, an ideal blend between the conquerors and the conquered, is the outcast, is what should be crucified, which belongs neither to God nor man, nor the conqueror or the conquered. It's the bastard that comes and goes. It is Christ who comes and goes. However, within the (anti) Parra poem captures the reality of guacho reflected in Christ, the empty cross and the message is the representation of the bastard that is, even half of Christ, as it will ... but maybe when you return.

In this way, reading philosophical literature, mixed with history. History is necessary to reach her, to a utility, in the particular case of Latin American literature is characterized by truly reflect who we are and find in it a way to recognize and accept.



Tuesday, January 25, 2011

How To Write A Mail For Wedding Invitation

Rewriting III

that white heartthrob, looks
numb your body!

the moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead. Tape

body numb,
black earnings and wolves.

Mother: The moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead. Who hurts

foal
stone to the door of sleep?

And the moon! And the moon in Quintana
of the Dead! Who

tape my glasses gray
Nubens filled your eyes?

is the moon, the moon is in Quintana
of the Dead.

Let me die in bed
dreaming of flowers of gold.

Mother: The moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead.

daughter Ai, with the air of heaven
vólvome white set!

not air, is the sad moon
in Quintana of the Dead.

Who roar, with this huge groan
d'ox Melancon?

Mother: It is the moon is the moon in Quintana
of the Dead.

Yes, the moon, the moon
Coronado of gorse,
dancing, and dance, and dance in Quintana
of the Dead!

Federico García Lorca





version of Carlos Núñez on it a poem of Lorca:



The first love I have
must be a muleteer
boot that has no wine
or wallet without money.

¡heartthrob that white ribbon,
looks numb your body!
Tape body numb
black earnings and wolves.

Who hurts foal
stone to the door of sleep?
Who gray tape my glasses full of
Nubens your eyes?

And the moon! And the moon
Coronado of gorse!
And the moon! And the moon
in Quintana of the Dead!

Let me die in bed dreaming of flowers
Douro.
Mother, the moon is dancing on
Quintana of the Dead.

Oh daughter, with the air of heaven
vólvome white set!
not air, is the sad moon
in Quintana of the Dead.

Who roar with this groan-
of immense ox Melancon?
¡Mother, is the moon, the moon is in Quintana
of the Dead!

And the moon! And the moon
Coronado of gorse!
And the moon! And the moon
in Quintana of the Dead!

And the moon! And the moon
Coronado of gorse!
dance And she, she dances
in Quintana of the Dead!