Friday, July 23, 2010

I Love Money 2 Saphyer

Errante

table in Lima today share two writers and friends. One of them is Leonardo Valencia, Ecuador, and the other Carlos Calderón Fajardo, of whom I have already noticed my admiration for his books. A Leonardo met him a few years after having met Carlos, exactly in 1993. He had arrived in Lima was not much to work in an agency advertising. Was no more than 22 or 23 years, and already had a clear vocation to literature. First thing I saw of him was an interview I did in Lima Julio Ramón Ribeyro. And I read it because, besides the interest in what he said Ribeyro, in the same magazine I had published an article, and Iván Thays. The number of that magazine joined us. And it was not a literary magazine, but a fashion magazine, a short-lived magazine called Trizio. Valencia
had things very clear and disciplined prepared to meet their objectives. I remember getting up early, I think 5:30 in the morning to start writing. It was at that hard pace and demanding that he wrote and rewrote his first book of short stories, The moon Nomad (1995).
The years he spent in Lima were intense complicity and friendship unique. In 1994 we were invited to Barquisimeto, Venezuela, to participate in an international workshop of writers who would be led by Sergio Pitol. By mistake, I booked another flight and travel to Caracas a few hours before. Leonardo, however, traveled with Thays, and became excited to know that because they made a stopover in Bogota and made it into the airport bookstore. When I gave the scope in Caracas hotel, very late, they still hoped to come across a writer, but who crossed to the elevator was a girl of no more than 15 years, with a silver wig and makeup until the cows.
The 97 I left South Korea and 98 he left Lima to settle in Barcelona. Fortunately, thanks to chance still, we have reunited several times. I have read and appreciate his later novels, The exile (2000), The Book Caytran floating Dolphin (2006) and his latest novel Kazbek (2009). The latter is a remarkable lyricism , book search and exploration that builds from the plasticity of words, since their mobility and essence.
The copy of this novel gave me in Barcelona. And when I left his apartment, just steps edificio en su Travessera de Dalt, lei me that the dedicatoria escribió, y me gusto con su doblemente from "novelita wandering."

Friday, July 16, 2010

Christmas Decoration Contemporaty

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Scan Manga Honey Honey

Présentation de Pièces / Greece Cáceres

Rooms, "Habitaciones" in English. Inhabited place, a place to live. Each "piece" of this collection is like a room, room light or dark, dark room light which shows live and thrilling characters, room, place of privacy, everyone at home and in themselves, individually, locked.
The room is also a literary device, in this book we have access to a series of rooms, with fragments of life, stories that never end, happy or sad, tragic or comic.
These chambers, these devices feature reminiscent of Flemish painters, these miniature scene with perspective, called "Camera Obscura" which allowed them to complete the interiors where they put their characters caught in their daily actions, open a letter, to look in the mirror, for example. The Flemish painters brought intimacy in paint, tiny matters, changes which in everyday life, become events. Thus, Sumalavia painted tiny beings, in their quivers invisible, doubts and sorrows, just Visible constructed with carefully chosen words, few, where ordinary events are coming out of their daily lives. This tremor past the door of the room closes in on them and leaves us, we readers in the dark about what will happen or not, in our tiny subjects. Taking a gate in the figure is always frustrating, but the choice is such coherent until the mania.
The patented form and exact choices of words may sound like poetry. But nothing so far from poetry and its excessiveness of an enclosed and highly codified its parts. Every breath is thought there is no place for the lyrical. Sumalavia is a concise and thoughtful writer who focuses on his characters as an entomologist would do, observe and eventually pin them not without pain. Then we show them still alive in their last movements. Until the end, probably holding us back, reading leads us through paths elusive, yet we believe in salvation possible, but very quickly, within our experience of the reader, we guess that this will lead to nothing good, no hope, no escape, all rebellion is useless, everything will eventually be repeated or completed in the state.
Perhaps it is d’une métaphore de notre pays, le Pérou, et d’une ville assez fantomatique vue depuis la littérature, qui est Lima, avec ses accès de fièvre qui ne mènent à aucun changement visible. Que de soubresauts, parfois, mortels… Ou bien s’agit-il plutôt, au de-là de l’être se débattant dans son for intérieur, d’un livre sur cette citadelle immobile qu’est la vie de nos intellectuels et écrivains de Lima, toujours enfermés dans la capitale et dans leurs pensées, tournant le dos au reste du pays, s’alimentant de l’air vicié de polémiques et de petites escarmouches internes qui n’apportent plus grande chose à la real life of the country? These pieces would be the place of confinement of one who knows and recognizes its uselessness shown in lowercase characters with lives and bleached by the particular filter of the author.
In all cases, for much of the young Peruvian writers, fiction is coming to its limits and the quest to find the moving shape, microscopic or exaggerated to say about nothing lasting in a world where more huge than ever literature is lost amid a multitude of new ways to communicate through language, and outside of language. Taken aback, we, the writers have several escape routes, or continue as before or try to adapt to new ways, blogs, books on the internet, etc.. .... Also, the micro-narrative is an answer to the acceleration of the present time: release the player before he let go. Leave with all his questions, let alone before the door closes. The literature does not give more answers, it does not close over there more room for identifications and characters, each in his room is his life, a set of pieces does not a house but is a set of parts .
Brevity, the patented miniaturization, unfinished appear to correspond well when you live, or a commitment soon, or is much less concentrated. We can read on screen and deny us the pleasure of touching the paper and hear the little noise from the pages turning. The boom in its brief forms facilitates access, but leaves us a little about our hunger, we enjoy big meals that we eat and some time with us after the work of digestion.
Perfection is to say everything in a few words, or never able to say anything, neither short nor long, which would explain the longevity of the literature and our ever-renewed pleasure to dive into the pages, many or not , d'un nouveau livre. J'ouvre "Pièces" avec plaisir, et aussi vous vous J'espere that ouvrirez of ces pièces chacun, avec l'oeil curieux qui n'était pas celui of forcément invited, au départ. Greece
Cáceres.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

How Long Should You Take Levaquin 500 M

must! A man fascist, in letters, refers to "the epic upelienta"


below I reproduce below, for illustration of those who wish to know the intimate thoughts of the Chilean right in its purest form, without mediation or filters of any kind, a column published today in the Journal illustrious Financial, Santiago de Chile.

Mr. Fernando Moreno Valencia, one of the "doctors of the law" of our Catholic Church, philosopher and defender of Karadima, which according to him corresponded with the Pope (see interview freak The Clinic), began his tirade by giving a quote from Goebbels to the poor Voltaire ... And still later in his defense to grips Pinochet's coup.

Its candidate for cardinal, by the way, Juan Ignacio González. And besides, is rabidly anti-gay. What is said, a man of respect (in the sense of the term Sicilian ...).

I said in the title: a miss! (Oh God, why wait to be now in the San Fermin festival in Pamplona and away from this course yours on Earth apostle ...!)


Memory and lie

Fernando Moreno


Tuesday, 06 July 2010

There are many (infinitas..) Ways to lie and lie if you add the desire to cheat (St. Augustine), as in the "lies, lies ... in the end something is" Voltaire " "encounter" with just the hypocritical lies of the "Prince of this world", aka Satan or simply a liar.

Whatever, this "dynamic" or so "power" (Dostoyevsky), variously ideology (Solyenitsiyn), which is itself a lie and "possession" has in history, ie memory past as such, an endless "pool" always available for the interpretation of what happened, according to an "adequate" voluntary and "fruitful" interpretation (hermeneutics).

is so "epic upelienta" seems to have vanished from the memory of its agents, past and present. And this, despite being Marxists, not Martians.

But the project's design and totalitarian and criminal, Marx-Cuban-East Germany, that the "government of Salvador Allende, supported terrorist opened, established and encouraged, it was neither an invention of the" right "or a "fit" of the Armed Forces and Order, against a simple disorder. It was the patriotic and liberating mission required by a free people and their common good, against their tormentors ideologically totalitarian, as flawlessly and has openly denounced and tried the Chilean philosopher Victor Farias.

And how can we forget (and do not forget) the murder of police, military or of Senator Jaime Guzmán, among the "heroic deeds" of Marxism ideological criminals (forgive the redundancy) and militant!

Today, however, still present a fair and proper memory of what actually happened (and still is), which at least yours does not need a sui generis museum has continued to "deepen" on lies and deception, the obsessive "denunciation" of those who have "plenty of energy and spiritual famine" (Dostoyevsky), to continue insisting on the "goodness" of the "epic" Marxist chilensis. Which has not ceased to be "fed" by ideological intrusion.

is how the streets Salvador Allende or the Museum of the "artist" (Nietzsche), is added and another sculpture of the "hero" where a particular partnership "lukewarm" ideologues "ungrateful" or simply " simple ", he rejected the establishment of a sculpture tribute to Pope John Paul II, who avoided the impending war between the neighboring countries of Argentina and Chile.

others may not remember Geoffrey Chaucer, "some say they want most is to have freedom to do exactly what they want. Without anyone criticizing their mistakes and lies. And this, he has preferred to remind us of the goodness and wisdom. " The Canterbury Tales. (1357).