Saturday, March 26, 2011

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Healer, new publisher of poetry


Last year was the publisher of poetry threads created by a group of poets from Argentina, which made its appearance in the publishing of the genre, with great success (see http://blogdelamasijo.blogspot .com/2010/10/nueva-editorial-de-poesia-hilos-editora.html ).
Today is Healer, new publisher of poetry, poets also created by Marcelo Carneiro, Soledad Castresana, Claudia Masin and Victoria Schcolnick-who set out to rescue the work of contemporary poets, in particular, Latin American texts, many times of worship, have been exhausted or have never been published, and also published in his collection, Cruz de Sal, the unpublished work of contemporary poets.
And the first edition of Healer is a book considered a "cult" Son of a bitch is called, and its author is a Chilean poet Urriola Malú.

Son of a bitch will be presented and l Thursday April 7 at 19 . 30 in 1031 Acevedo, Palermo. The event will feature the author, who read his texts, and the writer and journalist Patricia Kolesnicov, responsible for submitting the book.
On occasion, there will be poetry, toasts and celebration, celebrate the fact that already, because it is a real event.

Excerpt from the book: "(...)

Outdoor spinning a red lantern and the sign was falling apart as seedy nightclub, as if we were to crash into the death, the man pulled a small key. barking dogs and the man led us to a small room that we would not see, turned on the TV and a few joints, then I smoked a cigarette after another, one after another and I watched and talked about the little room, of lameness of man, our own lameness, night running with unusual haste, the clouds were fast, bluish, violet, and blows of life, as if we were to beat us to the life, the man brought two cups of coffee that cooled on the nightstand, in a corner of the room were the remains a party that others left, which wanted to have a drink, I said, you approach slowly, contrary to the clouds, unlike the night that ran fast, unlike dogs that did not stop barking, from time and then fell silent, and silent until the lights of a car crashed into the glass and lit the small room that showed your body and then came the shadows that covered you, far from home, so far home and on the radio with half dead batteries Janis sang bye, bye, baby. "

Data the author :

Urriola Malú (Sgo. de Chile, 1967). He has published: Rolling Stones, 1988; Give me your dirty love, 1994, Son of a bitch, 1998 (this year reedit. Healer) Nada, 2003 and arm movement, 2007. He has won several awards. His poems have been translated into several languages. Work as a screenwriter for television and film.

Friday, March 25, 2011

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Thursday, March 24, 2011

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Esteban Echeverría with activities on March 24. National Day of Memory for Truth and Justice

Protests Mark Coup in 1976, the last and bloodiest of the history of Argentina and the 30 000 victims of state terrorism.


censorship and book burning during the military dictatorship

"Where we start burning books, burning ends
men"
(Heinrich Heine) by Fernando

ANRED Ruffa in addition
systematic abduction and disappearance of social movements and the consolidation of the foundations of economic plan Martinez de Hoz, the last military dictatorship also carried out a clear policy of disappearance and replacement of much literary production of the time. "First there was a political assessment of the book, and then came the censorship, it was a tool of political control in state hands. There was no improvisation, no whim. They knew what they were doing," says the researcher Hernan Invernizzi.

Biblioclastas: cultural genocide

The generic term (and little known) used to refer to the burners of books is "biblioclastas," and there throughout the whole story, in all tyranny and dictatorship any. The bibloclastas eliminate the evidence of a history, a past, a thought, and this amounts to the elimination almost in effect, of a population.

Generally, when speaking of the last military dictatorship is associated almost exclusively with physical repression and systematic plan of disappearance and suppression exerted by the military government on popular fighters in the field, and the application of the economic base installed to neoliberalism in Argentina.

But the self-styled "National Reorganization Process" also had among its objectives the disappearance and the burning of a large number of books whose contents were labeled as "subversive", carrying out yet another form of genocide, cultural genocide. Perhaps because they knew that, as stated León Gieco in his unforgettable "Iron Men", "men who move can kill / but the thoughts remain." And the books are essential tools for transmission, in his capacity gearbox.

military government allocated many resources to the creation of an incredible infrastructure for this task. "Censorship and cultural control were not only centralized, but were clearly concentrated at the Interior Ministry, which was the major driver of culture in Argentina, where he worked the National Directorate of Publications. This building, which still Moreno is in the street 711, at the intersection of Diagonal Moreno is a great building. If Today we look at it from the outside we're going to find the piece of infrastructure that had been doing this, and it was the only unit dedicated to this task, "said Hernan Invernizzi researcher who, along with Judith Gociol wrote" A blow to the books "(edited by EUDEBA in 2002), dealing with this issue.

The myth of the" military idiots "

A widespread idea in society today is that the military were all gross and the censorship that powered the books respond to ignorance or caprice of a sergeant or a commissioner ignorant fool. This myth originated from the fact that some books were banned by misinterpretations of their titles, as was the case "The Cuba electrolyte (physics book), censored because it contained the word" Cuba "in its title (" Cuba "rectangular container for chemical operations), or the case of" Five Fingers "which was written a children's book in West Germany, where he pursues a green hand to the fingers of one red, to defend and defeat, joins and forms a red fist. For this last work was held 127 days to "provision of the Executive," the director of Ediciones de la Flor, Daniel Divinsky, with the editor Kuki Miler.

Although, why not also think as a general policy of terror that I wanted to show the military government as a band of lunatics who could suppress any intellectual or editorial, even if not militant, as the case of Ediciones de la Flor, who was, at best, an editorial "progressive"?

We think that terror works when it is not clear which is the code or standard with which to work. If it appears that repression is random, then terrorize us all and become paralyzed. With the culture seems to operate in this respect: they made a systematic, and taking political decisions, to produce also an effect on the general culture of terror.

To Invernizzi, those cases seemed to respond to ignorance, caprice or paranoia of the military censors, were only isolated incidents which did not meet the general, and folklore are not the most important part of the topic: "The operation of the censorship was extremely simple, efficient and tidy. The criterion was: no censorship for the sake of , for fall guy because it's wrong or left-handed, because it is communist or combative Peronist. Behind every act of censorship of books was an investigation of the book. Many of these investigations to find. Sometimes the report on the book are three pages, and sometimes up to forty. These reports were written by intellectuals, professionals, teachers of letters, lawyers, sociologists, anthropologists. People smart, capable and ready. And one of these studies were surprised because it is more than acceptable intellectual level. Moreover, in general, we should say they were right in what they said, they were right. From the point of view of the class interests of the dictatorship and its ideological project, the books that they identified as "hazardous" or as representatives of critical thinking, to put it in some way, were correctly identified, they were right. Then, after these reports were to the General Directorate of Publications, where he took the policy decision. They discriminated between the analysis and what to do with the analysis. Discriminate between knowledge and the political use knowledge. First there was a political assessment of the book, and then came the censorship, it was a tool of political control in state hands. There was no improvisation, no caprice. They knew very well what they did. "

And all this policy was intended not only to censor and destroy a part of literary production in Argentina and foreign military considered" subversive ", but also to try to" fill "the gap cultural goods destined to its project for society based on the premise that "state, religion and family." The dictatorship had a cultural policy based on a systematic plan of persecution a certain type of culture, and "substitution" of one type of culture on the other. - Continues the researcher Invernizzi - Some documents of the illegal repression, some of whom got out of the destruction, explaining how censoring, how to control, how to ban, and also how to create and develop a cultural replacement policy. And sometimes, when military leaders realized that their advisers or intellectual censors passed from mambo to right, are rectified, but to modernize its technique of cultural repression. "

" Caring "children

One focuses on where the de facto government paid more attention in the textbooks was and children, as they felt it was their moral obligation to spare the children of those books that, in his view, were questioning sacred values \u200b\u200bsuch as family, religion or country. Much of this control was exercised through the school.

To this end, the military government created a commission of censorship, and begins to circulate documents publicly. In 1977, the Ministry of Culture and Education issues circular "Subversion in education (know your enemy), which reported the following: "(...)

3.
nursery and primary
a. subversive activities will be developed through teachers ideologically raised that impact on the minds of young students, encouraging the development of ideas or rebellious behavior, suitable for action to be developed at higher levels. B.

Communication takes place directly, through informal discussions and by reading and commenting on stories published for that purpose biased. In this regard it has been noted in recent times a notorious Marxist offensive in the area of \u200b\u200bchildren's literature. (...) "

addition, the military government, with the signature of the Chief of Army, Roberto Viola, makes circular instructions of Operation Clarity", aimed at detecting and kidnap literature considered "Marxist" and to identify teachers who advised "subversive books." The indications included taking into account the following:

"(1) Title of the text and editorial, (2) Subject and course in which it is used, (3) educational establishment in which it found, (4 ) Teachers who imposed it or advised, (5) If possible, add a copy of the text. Otherwise, photocopies of some pages, which is proven to be subversive, (6) Estimated number of students who use ( 7) Any other aspect considered of interest. "

today is very difficult to make a list of banned books because there was censorship Partial. There were books that were banned in an area of \u200b\u200bthe country and not another. For example, Resolution No. 480 of Ministry of Culture and Education of Cordoba banned at the time "The tower of cubes" by Laura Devetach, arguing that his analysis came off "serious shortcomings such as unclear symbols, questions ideological and social objectives not appropriate to aesthetics, boundless imagination, lack of spiritual impulses and important (...) criticizes the organization of work, private property and the principle of authority. " Then, later, its reach nationwide ban.

Another case most memorable was the book "An elephant takes up much space," the writer Elsa Bornemann, which recounted an animal strike, which was banned by a decree on October 13, 1977, which also included "Birth, children and the love of Agnes Rosenstiehl, and it was banned because they considered the title and the contents were too suggestive for the children. The military decree stated that "in both cases these stories aimed at children, with a purpose of indoctrination that is preparatory to the task of capturing ideological subversive activities (...) Their analysis raises a position which offends the morality, the Church, the family, human beings and the society he composed. "burning books



The final destination of many banned books was then burned in a pit, a common fire. Although there were many other cases, the largest book burning Argentina's dictatorship, that is, the paradigmatic, was suffered by the Center for Latin America Editor, who had founded Boris Spivacow. On August 30, 1980 the Buenos Aires police burned in a vacant lot Sarandi and a half million copies of label, removed from deposits by federal court order in La Plata, Héctor Gustavo de la Serna.

"Books Sarandí tank burned for three days some had been stacked and were moist and not well lit. The library where I worked, New Encyclopedia of the World Youth, was burned in full. I remember one of the issues, history of feudalism, there was a prince who is not finished burning. The poor guy was an effeminate prince half full of flowers that resisted the fire, "says the writer Graciela Cabal, which at that time was the secretary of writing the encyclopedia.

burned so on that as other fires, many books by various authors of all kinds, including Trotsky, Ernesto "Che" Guevara, Marx, Fidel Castro, Peron, Mao Tse Tung, Enrique Medina, Blas Matamorro, Griselda Gambaro, among many others.

"Up to 76 'Argentina was the best-selling literature. Then, it becomes suspect. In addition, the writers stop writing about reality. And when democracy returned, it was never possible to restore the relationship between Argentina and public literature. And marketing today burns more than fire. The 90 'completed the project that sought to impose in the 70's "looks, just the writer Ana María Shua.

Perhaps thinking about what the market offers today "Argentine readership" and "literature": self-help, spiritual, new age religions and the occult, which obviously have nothing to do with that old word used by the military to define literature worthy of being controlled, the "subversive."

In this sense, it never hurts to return at the end its true meaning. "Subversive": adj. Able to subvert. Subvert: tr. Upset, stir, alter a given state of affairs, especially in a moral sense. Does not sound like trying to change the world?

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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Chianetta Hector: I will return and be millions

This stunning stained glass artist Hector Chianetta will be presented tomorrow at 18 in Our Children Cultural space, ECUNhI, Mothers of Plaza de Mayo and is located in the grounds of the former Esma.

Chianetta The work of stained glass is a lead-iron structure of 2.30 meters by 1.60 meters in which are represented by three pairs of American history: Bartolina Sisa and Tupac Catari, Eva and Juan Peron and Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner and Néstor Kirchner.

"The history of this mural we came in the days of the burial of Nestor Kirchner," says the artist: The long discussions between some of those colleagues who participated in that act that we are in the streets and bars of Buenos Aires full of sadness and shock. Thus was born this work. With a spontaneous and collective recognition Love that broke the heart of most of our people by Nestor and Cristina, "he said.
Catari Bartolina Sisa and Tupac were the couple who led the first Indian rebellion, both were killed. At the time of being killed shouted Catari "may kill me, but I will return and be millions like quinoa seeds.

With regard to the details of the work in the center of the mural and the diagonal are Néstor Kirchner and Cristina as a link between the other two couples . You can see a loving embrace and protective of him on it, holding a bouquet of flowers as a gift from the people. In the upper left corner, is Evita Peron and arising from Nestor and Cristina, flying embraced the style of the famous embrace on the balcony of the Casa Rosada. The three couples
historical
are not alone in the universe. Mothers and Grandmothers of Plaza de Mayo, represented by the Three Mothers Aladas, symbols of love and defense of life accompanying his own flight. Children and young-hype express the struggle for identity and rebirth permanent generational dreams and purest ideals.

A worker helmet in one hand with a rosary as a symbol of farewell. And woman-Maize-American sacred food appears as Sol, with his hands giving away seeds, which represents the origin and the eternal rebirth of life. The base

can see how wipala becomes a flag of Argentina, from which emerges the building of the CGT, expressing the symbolic value of the workers and workers in Argentina life in recent years.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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Hilda Doolittle: The temple on the cliff

I

Large bright portal,
edge of rock, rock
set in outgoing long
set to dark, gray granite, a rock
clearer
clean-cut, black against white. None

goat
-up-up, climb, or a sheep steps
your soft grass
you rise, edge of the world
sky pillar.

world rose:
are close to heaven on us scream
hawks, gulls

plan, the wave is mute
terrible from here.

Down at the edge of the cliff, where land is
dam
cracks of the broken cliff,
a shrub resists wind, bend-but

its white flowers smell at this point.

Well below the wind roars
:
whistles, rumbles, growls, crushing

grass with his big foot.


II

I said
should I follow you always, always,
through the stones? Almost
'll catch up. Escape:
run more than my hand.


amazes me.
shouted: dear, beautiful, mysterious white-pulp
myrtle.

splintered and tore me:
amounted
path faster than my feet.

If a demon could avenge this pain,
you cry, if a ghost could,
cry, oh evil
continues to this god,
laugh at their bad and their service.


III

Do I throw from here,
jump, and so will be with you?
Shall I fall, loved, loved,
ankles together?
Can you give me grief, oh white chest?

If you wake up, do you give sentence,
would meet our eyes?

Have you noticed,
know how I came by this rock?
Shortness of breath, I leaned out, stumbling among the myrtle
. God

the cliff, do you realize how far
are the edges of your house, how I had to walk
?


IV

About me turn the wind. I was at your door


and I know that you are beyond further
yet another cliff. -



---------------- The cliff temple


I
Great, bright portal,
shelf of rock,
rocks fitted in long ledges,
rocks fitted to dark, to silver granite,
to lighter rock-
clean cut, white against white.

High -high- and no hill-goat
tramples –no mountain-sheep
has set foot on your fine grass;
you lift, you are the-world-edge,
pillar for the sky-arch.

The world heaved —
we are next to the sky;
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past —
the terrible breakers are silent
from this place.

Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliflf,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends — but its white flowers
are fragrant at this height.

And under and under,
the wind booms:
it whistles, it thunders,
it growls - it presses the grass
beneath its great feet.


II
I said:
for ever and for ever, must I follow you
through the stones?
I catch at you — you lurch:
you are quicker than my hand-grasp.

I wondered at you.
I shouted — dear-mysterious-beautiful —
white myrtle-flesh.

I was splintered and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.

Could a daemon avenge this hurt,
I would cry to him — could a ghost,
I would shout — O evil,
follow this god,
taunt him with his evil and his vice.

III
Shall I hurl myself from here,
shall I leap and be nearer you?
Shall I drop, beloved, beloved,
ankle against ankle?
Would you pity me, O white breast?

If I woke, would you pity me,
would our eyes meet?

Have you heard,
do you know how I climbed this rock?
My breath caught, I lurched forward –
I stumbled in the ground-myrtle.

Have you heard, O god seated on the cliff,
how far toward the ledges of your house,
how far I had to walk?
Over
IV
me the wind swirls.
I Have Stood on your portal
I know - You are Further Than
this,
still weitere On Another cliff.

* From Garden by the sea.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

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Sigmund Freud: The perishable: "We will build everything that the war has destroyed" Jimena

"Some time ago I was walking me by a Florida summer countryside in the company of a taciturn friend and a young but already famous poet who admired the beauty of the surrounding nature, but without being able to bask in it because of doubts about the idea that all this splendor was doomed to perish, that already in the coming winter would be gone, like all human beauty and everything beautiful and noble man and could have created create. The have loved and admired, in the absence of this circumstance, it seemed of no value for the fate of which was doomed to perish.
know that this concern for the perishable nature of the beautiful and perfect can produce two different psychic tendencies. A bitter
leads to world-weariness he felt the young poet, the other to revolt against this supposed inevitability.
No! It is impossible that all this splendor of nature and art, of our emotional world and the outside world really is doomed to disappear into nothingness! Believe it would be too foolish and sacrilegious.
All that has to be able to survive in some form, stolen As for influence threatens to destroy him.
eternity But this claim too clearly betrays his parentage of our desires that can claim to be granted worth of reality. Also what is painful may be true so I could not decide to refute the generality of the perishable or to impose an exception to the beautiful and perfect. Instead, he refused the poet pessimistic that the perishable nature of beauty involves their impairment.
contrast, is an increase in value! The quality of perishable involves a rarity value over time. The limited possibilities of enjoying it become more precious.
manifestations, for my lack of understanding the expiration of beauty had to disturb the enjoyment it provides. As for the beauty of nature is reborn after every winterkill, and this revival may be considered eternal compared to the period of our lives. In the course of our life we \u200b\u200bwither forever the beauty of the human face and body, but this brevity adds to its charm a new one. A flower seems no less splendid because its petals are just lush overnight.
I could not understand why the time limitation would impair the perfection and beauty of the artistic or intellectual production. Comes a time in which are reduced to dust the pictures and statues which we admire today: a generation of surrogate beings who no longer understand the works of our poets and thinkers, a geological era occur even muted see all life on earth ...
not matter, the how much value there is only beautiful and perfect is its importance for our perception, it is not necessary that the survival and, consequently, is independent of its persistence over time.
While these arguments seemed unobjectionable, I noticed that did not dent the poet or my friend.
Such failure led me to assume that they should be seized by a powerful emotional factor that clouded the clarity of his trial, a factor that later I thought I had found.
Without doubt, psychological rebellion against misery, against mourning for something lost, it must have spoiled the enjoyment of beauty. The idea that all this beauty would be produced on both perishable, so sensitive, early feeling of grief that would have to cause their annihilation, and as the soul turns away instinctively however painful, these people felt inhibited their enjoyment of beauty of the idea of \u200b\u200bperishable nature.
In layman seems so natural to mourn the loss of something loved or admired, do not hesitate to describe it as obvious and evident.
For the psychologist, however, this affliction is a major problem, one of those phenomena that, while unknowns themselves, they serve to reduce other uncertainties.
So imagine having a certain amount of capacity loving-called "libido" - at the beginning of evolution was directed toward the self, to later, but in reality very early-target objects, who thus remain in somehow included in our self.
If the objects are destroyed or if we lose, our capacity to love (libido) is once again being released, and can make other objects as substitutes or temporary return to me. However, we can not explain, nor yet any hypothesis we can deduce about "why this detachment of libido from its objects must necessarily be a painful process. Only see that libido clings to its objects and that even when it has new substitutes are resigned to dispose of the items lost.
Here, then, the duel.
The conversation with the poet took place during the summer that preceded the war. A year later it broke in and stole all their beauty to the world. Not only wiped out the delicacy of the landscape that toured and works of art that touched on his way, but also shattered our pride in the progress in culture, our respect to many thinkers and artists, hopes that we had made it definite differences that separate peoples and races
each other. The war muddy our lofty scientific equanimity, was in stark nakedness our instinctive life, set off evil spirits that dwell in us and we were supposed to finally tamed by our noblest impulses, thanks to a centuries-education. Closed again within our country and once again turn the world far and wide left. We took so much of what we loved and showed us much thought expiration stable.
No wonder that our libido, so impoverished of objects, has been to occupy more intensely both those that we had, it is curious that suddenly has grown our love of country, love for our pride and inspires us what we have in common.
But those other goods, now lost, is it really were undervalued before our eyes only because they proved so perishable and fragile? Many of us think so, but unfairly, as I think one more time. I think that those who think this way and seem willing to renounce once and for all to appreciate it, simply because it was stable, just are overwhelmed by grief that they caused their loss. We know that grief, even painful, spontaneously consumed. Once you have given up all the lost will be gone by itself, and our libido again be free to replace lost items with new ones, possibly as much or more valuable than those, if we are still young enough that we will remain vitality. Hopefully that will happen the same with the losses of this war.
Once past the grief, be advised that our high esteem for cultural property has not been eroded by the experience of its fragility. Build anything again that the war has destroyed, perhaps on firmer ground and more durability. "

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Néspolo: The Pit and the


Ins Cabrera, press photographer, returns to Buenos Aires after being injured while covering demonstrations against the G-20 in London. When he comes home, finds her world suddenly crumbles. His wife left him and has no more than the work in the newspaper, and the flood of memories that literally collapses on his head in the empty apartment. A past that he had ignored, and which now flies in the face. Repressed and forgotten everything comes irresistibly to return to the well and there point out the ruins: his life, his family, his city, his land.

Story of the circumstances of a character and at the same time accurate metaphor for the history of the countries that refuse to face its past, The Pit and the ruins is a risky exercise formal full of collages, interviews and texts that are introduced as a parallel commentary to a beautiful story and tragic. And above all, many beautiful images that have a core value, not by chance because the protagonist is a photographer in history. Observe, see what you do not see at first glance, is the radical proposal of this novel that it deals with the complexity of the gaze in humans. Experimentation is not here a mere game of artifice, but a tool that adds novel dimensions to a story that confronts what may or may not want to watch. This is a great novel, a literary work of enormous magnitude, and also a plea. ---------
Néspolo * Jimena (Buenos Aires, 1973). Poet, essayist, storyteller. Doctor of Letters (UBA). Directs Boca de Sapo, magazine art, literature and thought. He published four books of poetry: uncertainties (Simurg, 1999), captive Papers (Simurg, 2002), Mrs. Sh . (Alcyone, 2009), Girls (illustrated by Marta Vicente, AH, 2010). He published the test exercises modesty. Subject in the narrative of Antonio di Benedetto (AH 2004) and, with his brother Matías Néspolo, compiled The erotic tale. Writers of the new Argentina (AH, 2009).

Saturday, March 19, 2011

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Friday, March 18, 2011

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ruins water Dreams Magazine Planetarium (Review)

Dreams of water is a book for those who can not (should not) to classify any particular age, but can (and should) enjoy at all. The intention of the editorial include adults and succeeds. Lyrics and image can be read in a conventional manner or deeply focused on the symbolic. It is a book that truly requires close reading of the image. To make the combination a want, you want the book allows. Afterwards, a reconstruction of the entire poem to read at a stretch since it is impossible not to linger with the pictures.
simple aesthetics relates to the detail, light, reflection, and brings together information and metaphorically plays up there for a moment to turn the book.
poetry always allows for multiple readings, which need not be for everyone the same, in this sense if it raises different things in each better still, to which is added in such books, the quality and tenderness that seeks to attract a child (also the adults have inside). SC
* Maria del Carmen Colombo has received the First Grand Prize of Poetry V Centenario (1992) and Special Mention of the National Poetry Award.
* Cristian decided Turdera illustrated the song of David Wapner and The Queen Mab, the fairy of nightmares, on texts by W. Shakespeare adapted by Ruth Kaufman.
Thanks Planetarium Magazine! Http://www.revistaplanetario.com.ar/libros/view/465/los-suenos-del-agua

Thursday, March 17, 2011

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Emily Dickinson: Indeed Decline


Decline There is some light
In Winter Afternoons-That oppresses
as the weight of the liturgical songs
-


We inflicted a Wound Celestial-
Its footprint is undiscoverable,
There is only an internal change
dwell Where the Meanings-

No one can explain, "No-
is the Seal of hopelessness-
imperial Pain Posted by Air-

The Landscape listens, when it-
-They stop Shadow-
When he leaves, it seems Lejanía
In Eyes of a Dead.


*
the Castilian version of Ricardo Herrera.

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La Luz del Plata unknown: Paulina Movsichoff *


I can not know what day it is or what month it is. I think that since I got here has gone forever. I think she must have started the fall. Fall. I know that word ambrosia under this stinking hood (sorry, honey) where they do not loom over their shoes. We shudder when we hear the steps, those steps which we know to distinguish those of Turkish, as they call that leads to questioning. Or Dr. Douglas, as they say in that which comes with the story that if we work together we're gonna be soon released. I have not yet expired. I've always been so talkative, I have maintained a stubborn silence. Yes, Herr Doktor, I know nothing, Herr Doktor. Could come by Dante, with Virgil on his back. What circle of hell would we? But I was talking about and what would fall to see a tree. I remember how you liked to open the window overlooking our balcony and watching the leaves stay coppery, these "gold" as they called Juan Ramón Jiménez, that we now sounds corny but, it looked like pure gold. Nature has its jewels. Mine are now the gray sackcloth and some dull plastic sandals. So mom took my medal. The Virgin girl, the one that took the life around my body. Now I am Duchess of nothing. Queen of nudity. I am assailed at times fear of not seeing each other again, the mystery of your future. Also what think of me, if I've forgiven. Why is that whatever we do, women bow down to us the blame. Maybe if I am coping with fatigue dogged this season, I can connect the pieces floating in my memory like a melting ice floes. I wanted to tell you, my dear, I do not regret. There are regrets that are worse than sin. I was always so, as a child, when wanted to make me feel bad. You're bad, I told myself. Bad, bad, you're not lucky, as mom once told me. It was that time your aunt Agustina discovered Evita's photo pasted on a sheet of notebook duties. He showed it to mom and dad told her. I left without eating that day and told me cautionary tone, at home, that woman did not speak. Not least he could keep his picture. But I kept loving her. When he died, I was sixteen. I remember we were with the seamstress and mother crossed the street with a friend .. Clarito could hear what he said, but lowered his voice: "Eve is dead," with a tone between accomplice and satisfied. As if they, somehow, had collaborated in the killing. As if they had been waiting. I kept dreaming that languid and fragile figure who took upon their shoulders the pain of those poor. I do not read newspapers, I started to follow step by step his funeral on the radio. Peeped the news of cinemas which showed, in that coffin, his face peeking out from the Ivory Coast hieratic silhouette. Women wailed disconsolately, the newsboys who broke into tears when announcing the news. A San Luis all that came very muffled. With no one could talk about it. Only Ramona, who first gave me the photo. If you do not get out of here I would like to ever see it. My Ramona. I took refuge in her lap hatched when challenged mom. "Do not cry, girl leg, I'll tell you a story." And I'm out those endless tales that spoke of disobedient children that were transformed into birds, or that the vanity which became iguana, but the metamorphosis is not reached the hands, which never ceased to be thin and beautiful. Maybe that's why we were banned from the siesta. So we will never infect your vanity queen. It seems she treated with contempt suitors. How dare. Evita did not go through that humiliation. Jewelry and had liked and showed the world. But his greatest jewel were children. The only privileged. Ever I saw far away in the box that was erected in the square on the occasion of his visit to St. Louis. I wish I could get close, if only to touch the hem of his coat visón.Qué will, my love, you, how I wish we were together, get up at night and hide your when you sleep, kiss and suck your skin that keeps yet the freshness of a baby. Seeing the children who probably will someday. For now I just have this long wait. Wait for me to seek, to find me, waiting to see Marina, daughter of my soul, I want even when they think I have behaved badly. I am inhabited by waiting.

* Excerpt from the novel by Pauline Movsichoff, recently released. See http://losmotivosdelaloba.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-desconocida-del-plata-fragmento.html?spref=fb

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Musicians, poets and plastic, all with Cristina


Next Wednesday 23 March, 21, in the SUTERH Sports - 330 Venezuela, of this city, will be held the great festival of art and culture, involving "Musicians, Poets & Plastics to Cristina", our cultural and art collected to support the National People's Project, headed by President of the Nation.

Admission is free.

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From Ezra to Hilda on Sigmund




"I find your vile Freud all litter ... I got into the pigpen wrong, ma chère."
Ezra Pound

Foods With Word Golden

Cycle Poetry by Hilda on Sigmund

share with all visitors of this blog the pile, the following news:
THE SEASONAL CIC, Throw Poetry South

LOSLAURELES, Barracks Bar Restaurant, Av Iriarte 2290, Gonçalves Dias corner. A three blocks south highway on July 9.

On Monday 21 March, under the International Poetry Day, the Bar Restaurant Los Laureles open the seasonal cycle: You throw the South Poetry, Fall Season 2011 in honor of the popular poet and friend Casa Jorge throws, who died last year. We accompany local and visiting artists, both established and emerging new generation of poets, and neighbors.
The 21 also marks the Day of San Benito, and remind Quinquela, multifaceted artist of the nearby neighborhood of La Boca.
The fall season will feature the presence and Liliana Lukin poets, Facundo Ruiz, and Ricardo Piña (Cartonera Heloise), the songwriters and Paula Zulma Ducca Maffía and invited the neighborhood.
This cycle will take place throughout the four seasons and will feature artists from the South and other cardinal points, who will share poetry in its various forms and aesthetics.
This activity is organized by members of the Sustainable Tourism Network The Barracks Boca.
Since arriving in Los Laureles. Map / Buses that take you: 70-45-12-100-95-93
Teléfono54114303-3393 / BarLosLaureles@hotmail.com
Press: Marta Sacco: 15-4973-8558

School Of Camera Operator

Secondary Material for 2 years Basic ES 28 I


Boys I leave to print the material we are using in class.
Greetings. Professor Sara

Short Term Symptons Of Syphilis

Myths classified. Pitcher Ed


Several authors - Myths classified I

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

How To Make A Salon Blue Print

South: the tone of his voice ...



"... the beautiful tone of his voice has a way to extract out of context a sentence or a sentence in English (outside of the context associated with, arguably, the whole language), so that, although he spoke English with no perceptible trace of accent, still speak a foreign language "(...). The tone of his voice, singing quality so subtly permeating the texture of the spoken word spoken word was that he lived in another dimension, or take another color like (...), or tuck a torn piece of that thought of dull and weathered texture of language itself, in the seething cauldron of his own mind, to remove tinted blue or scarlet, a new color for the old gray screen ... "

* De Tribute to Freud," Written on the wall, "pág.118.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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History of the signs on the wall: Hilda Doolittle Hilda and Sigmund


History of the signs on the wall that had the character of the poet HD (Hilda Doolittle, 1886-1961) and that she has in a short book on Freud: Tribute to Freud.



"Now I will talk about these signs on the wall, as for the Professor Freud, who analyzed in 1930 - were the 'symptoms' more dangerous, or rather the only symptom dangerous. "


" The series of images of shade, or better light, I saw projected on the wall of a hotel room on the Ionian island of Corfu, around the end of April 1920 for its quality and intensity, clarity and authenticity, is classifiable in the same mental category it belongs to the dream of Pharaoh's daughter, Princess coming down the stairs. "

HD came to Corfu next to a young acquaintance. Previously explained how the previous year, in 1919, was found close to losing health and life. "The material and spiritual weight to get me out of this terrible situation," says, "fell on a young woman he had known little. His nickname is Bryher. "Bryher

organized a trip for two to Greece," wanted to take the land, spiritually and geographically, and dreamed I preferred. "

"Maybe the trip to Greece I did this spring could have been interpreted as an escape from reality. And perhaps the experiences I had in that room could have been interpreted as another leak, a leak of the leak. Either way on the wall had wings. "

According to the interpretation of Professor vision of the signs on the wall signified his desire remain attached to the mother.

"I must say I never had a similar experience and had never again. I saw an indistinct assume a spot on the wall. "" It was a blurred human figure but was anyway an image of light-though barely distinguish-and not a shadow image. "

The vision then becomes becomes more precise and before the attentive eyes, stationary HD: "But at this point I pause, or is my hand that makes, as if a problem arises regarding the meaning or direction to give these symbols."

"I wonder if I should, or maybe if not dangerous, to continue this experience, this experiment. Because the head is already warning me (though they can not have spent more than a few minutes to watch the images take body) that is very unusual mental dimension, which is very unusual this way of thinking, and it is possible that my brain and mind are not up to the situation. "

she reconstructs this fact away, says the opinion given by Freud in 1930 and thinks that perhaps the Professor was right, maybe it was truly a" dangerous symptom. " She has always tried an "inspiration", the poetic inspiration in its purest vision of "writing that writes itself. "

" But it's not easy to keep this mood, this 'symptom' or this inspiration. And here I am, sitting in this room with Bryher, the friend who brought me to Greece. Now I can speak to him, although I do not move an inch and have not stopped staring at the crystal sphere which is the wall in front of me. "On the wall there have been some tell-imágenes' Bryher. In a Initially I thought it would be shadows, but they are shadows, are images of light. represent fairly simple objects, but naturally it's a very strange phenomenon. If I want I can look away when I think, is only question of concentration. What do you think? Should I stop or should I continue? Bryher answered without hesitation: "Go."

But the vision is disturbed, the disturbance is displayed in a mass of black spots and buzzing phones.

"... I know people and I was irritated, but did not hate the people and not fed resentment toward anyone. He had met people exceptionally gifted and delicious. I had been treated with much attention or despised me, but the fact of receiving care or have been looked did not matter against the most serious problems: the face of life against death. (There given birth to my daughter and I was still alive.) And yet, strangely, I knew these signs on the wall in front of me, the experience I was doing, I could not share with them: he could not share it with anyone other than the girl who so bravely stood by my side. And this girl had told me without hesitation: "Go ahead." It was she who actually had detachment and integrity Pithia of Delphi. But it was me (in such disrepair and so separated from my American relatives and my English friends), it was I who saw the pictures and read these signs or, if you will, that was me who had been granted insight . Or, in a sense, these Images of 'saw' together, because without it, I must admit, he could not continue. "

" turned off 'switch,' interrupted 'the flow' before the appearance of the final image before (might say) to take place the explosion. But deep within me I'm sorry I had enough, or maybe a little too much, Bryher, which has continued waiting with me, continues to 'read' from the point where I quit. Then I said had not seen anything on the wall, until I took the head in his hands. He had been close to me, patient, perplexed, and certainly very worried and anxious about my condition, for this mood of mine. But when I relaxed when I let go, mentally and physically exhausted, Bryher saw that I had not seen: the last section of the concluding number or symbol. "

" Bryher told me he saw a circle similar to the solar disk with a figure inside, which, she said, was that of a man in the act of reaching out to bring the sun, beside him, a female figure (my Nike). "

Nike, or Victory, is the last of the figures appearing on the wall and the author described it in detail: "It's an angel with common features of the type you can see on Christmas cards or Easter. Is made of light as the three previous figures, also called "my three letters," but unlike the latter is not a static image or flat: moving in space, a space not circumscribed, and is not crushed against wall, but rises up as if it were sliding on the surface of the wall. It is a moving picture and hopefully a swift motion. Not that it really fast, but has a constant flow that at least gives a bit of rest to mind, now is as if he had escaped the bars of the staircase [Nike appeared just before] and had ceased to climb, imprisoned not more in that cage, but free and winged ... "

" The desire to be close to my mother is the interpretation that the Professor gave the figurative writing. "" You can read or interpreted as a repressed desire to deliver 'signs and prophecies' prohibited violate any rule, the repressed desire to be a prophet. "" Either of these signs on the wall are just an extension of the artist's mind, writing a poem or figuratively illustrated, stolen from the actual dream content the one with eyes open and projected from within. "

* From the Italian translation I segni sul wall

Extracted from:
http://mitakuyeoyasinn.blogspot.com/2007/09/libreria-delle-donne-di-milano.html
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