Visitors-text reproduced as I came
Jorge Etcheverry
here are not so rare these sudden fog, studded with lightning, even the fog at times is left to drag through the streets especially in the early hours of the morning, but not much at this time of year. This was more like a cloud was very low, as I remember once we were driving along the hills in North Carolina and there were low clouds that did not stop to see five meters. But even here there is a valley elevations suitable to meteors *. Only about three quarters of an hour by car half-hour drive is a part that seems to have a slope and turning off the car will go down just like a slope, but it's something that has to do with a field magnetic. In any case a curiosity in the midst of a forest, much frequented by tourists. That night was a low fog, very dense and in the middle or in a thunderstorm as the fog was very bright at times, he had warned through the skylight, when I woke up to go to the bathroom. Impression was almost blinding, as the mist lit from within. I went to the bedroom window and pulled away the thick curtains, and I like to sleep in a room completely dark and silent, my analyst, when I had a problem not worth mentioning here, told me that this habit was like returning to the womb. The light outside was very bright, almost blinding. Luckily the fog faded a bit and you could see a little higher, at the height of the canopy a dark gray curve and a little below those figures hang in the air. Disbelief, amazement and my stress of being faced with something that vaguely remembered scenes from science fiction movies, it is not unusual for its almost ubiquitous presence in popular cultural wealth, of which I am an amateur, strange because of my background and occupation are not the subject of this brief personal relationship. My computer screen went out, I could not notice the crack by watching from the darkness of my room the twinkling lights of the lanterns that lit the little park that stretched a few yards from the backyard of the second floor I hold family in this house, so it seemed there was no light anywhere. Apprehensive not try to pick up the phone but kept by an amateur photographer instinct I dug my camera mobile phone, cheap and not the best, but of which I can not complain. You could hear a dull hum and low. I realized that I had been hearing from a while ago. I went back to the window with a caution that would seem absurd: I was naked in the privacy of my bedroom (I live alone), at night. Why then the secrecy, that determination to make no noise, spend a bit ahead and throw it away, that walk on tiptoe, barely breathing?. Well. The existence of paranormal abilities in humans has recently been proposed in a recent article that was supposed to be published in a prestigious mainstream journal **, and things are (almost) public domain. Visible piece of that thing up there went down, diagonally, or straight, a dim light beams, cushioned, and that we see at times like these blocks sunlight down through the skylights and the floating dust motes. Around or slid down a shadowy figures, high as walking involved in this kind of luminous mist. A stopped a few feet from my window while I focused and took out all successive pictures with my camera through the slit of the curtain, suddenly stricken by a feeling of weakness, drowsiness, of which only defended me a sense of expectation and vague fear, almost instinctive. It was definitely a woman of my height or slightly higher (I measure one meter setentaysiete), a thin build, long legs, narrow waist rather short, broad shoulders, long neck and oval head. Moved a horizontal channel and misty orange light slowly but contained speed, a cat, the hair of the hair was moving slightly but to me it seemed that there was no wind and the abundant pubic hair, a white color denote "this is an afterthought-the absence of pigment. The skin was pale, but indeterminate, with something like a patina more like ivory, animal horn, but did not look thick but very flexible, and the movements of the legs and arms , a cadence gave me the impression, as I said, an animal, a cat. That woman was "another print back-analysis result of a biped humanoid somehow closer to the primates and lemurs which undoubtedly came from humans of this planet ***. So you could see the grace and perfection itself of some animals and a human being or human-intelligence-denote addition, if we are persuaded by some fairly recent research linking physical beauty and intelligence level. At a distance of about three feet from my window, this being shrouded in the fog clear, however, clearly artificial and walking in the air over one of these blocks light, seemed to emanate a vibration energy. Hair indefinable color, but clear, seemed to move in a direction not supported by a breeze or wind is otherwise absent, the same as the hirsute pubic hair, more or less the same tone. Looking ahead and I was led to conclude that maybe met radar-detection capabilities, etc. analogous to terrestrial bats whiskers, or perhaps linked to the functions of extrasensory perception that women were undoubtedly those beings gifted. The combination of these features animals with a copy technology shown by the spacecraft fragment visible on my curtain was not expected and fantasizes: big heads are fragile and rather sexless. These women however, such rider, as all the foreground and the others had seen further back and still going through my range of view in this scene to be Habar lasted for about 30 seconds later than were women who would almost universally rated as beautiful. What is nothing strange to expect from an advanced hominid species ****.
I was taking photos when clearly the woman turned and faced me, or at least I thought. How I could have received?. I estimate that the slit by watching and taking photos could not be more than an inch wide and about four meters long. I was absolutely dark, but she looked at me with that perfect face and the severity in their immediacy, that something solid and definitive animal, and I froze the blood in the veins, bristled neck, came great weakness and I stood motionless at the window, transfixed like a rat in front of a cobra, who looks, or a hare paralogizada is in the middle of the night, how he rushes up the car to which they belong lanterns still have it at night, in the middle of the road. My bladder is relaxed and watched the liquid trickled over my legs. It took several seconds to refocus your eyes on the crack between the curtains. I had the camera fallen to the ground and I knew it had almost stepped on. When I could muster the courage to approach the groove again and look out, there was complete darkness. I looked up, and I thought I saw disappearing into the hills something like a reverse meteor that fell upward.
I had the good sense not to download photos from your camera to the computer, or turned on, to avoid detection so absurd it might seem. I could not sleep tacking all sorts of assumptions. Without sleep and without making noise, I spent a sleepless night, turning to these events, analyzing and theorizing, but finally fatigue, sleep and stress beat me and I fell asleep. I was awakened by a knock at the door. I put on my robe and stumbled when I went to the door, I could see the timer working again was eleven in the morning! Was the owner of the house she rented my apartment, actually the second of three floors of the house. He said that a blonde, tall, dressed in black had asked him about eight when I was at home. Do not know why it had seemed suspicious and had perhaps made a mistake when he said he did not think that it had not come that night. That's why after thinking and smoke a cigarette the first day, on the veranda I had come to notice and perhaps, to apologize. She knows that despite my age I am a single man and maybe I had ruined a panorama. Of course I said those words. Well, I dressed quickly, even shaved and went to the interprovincial bus terminal, a few blocks away. I sent this email to this friend from Montreal, to see if someone has come up with a similar story or saw or heard anything unusual that night. I asked him to give to hear this case as far as possible. Recent surveys in the Arab world is another testament to the power of new media. Got some explanatory notes, to help potential readers. Fortunately I have some money in my checking account at the bank. At the moment I do not plan to return to the city, let alone to my apartment.
* In this first appearance, use this word in the sense of climate change or climate change
** The 61-page paper, titled "Feeling the Future," Was written by Cornell psychology professor Daryl Bem and is emeritus due for publication in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology. Bem says historical experiments support the idea That There really is Something to human precognition of events That Have not yet occurred.
*** "Louis Bolk, shows that we are biological beings exsomaticas dependent structures. Fetalization theory or Bolk neoteny indicates that aspects such as absence of hair, muscular and skeletal system relatively fragile, albinism, lack of natural defense systems, and other features such as loss of a natural orientation towards the real, biological prematurity , long period of dependence on others, lack of habitat, leading to the conclusion that from the moment of birth, the human offspring of cultural artifacts need to survive their very biology mandate it, "in http://www.psicologiacientifica. com/bv/psicologia-439-1-el-ambito-de-lo-social-en-las-doctrinas-psicologicas-esencia.html. It is possible that the human evolutionary development of terrestrial humanoids is done by a mutation or mutations that are separating from their primate ancestors and / or lemurs abruptly. In those conditions, especially as I could examine more closely, it was noted, while a delicacy of proportion and grace as I say, a cat, a true animal nature so to speak, something indefinable yet recognizable and powerful . It seems that the pre-hominid ancestor of these creatures became 'human' subject to great pressures, evident in warning capabilities for me in those brief moments, but without loss of form, the de-training experienced by humans on earth because to random mutations, many sometimes led to dead ends.
Recent **** In a paper, Kanazawa and Kovar (2004) assert Given That Certain Empirical regularities about assortative mating and the heritability of intelligence and beauty, That it logically FOLLOWS That Are more intelligent people more beautiful.
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Thursday, February 10, 2011
Conduct Disorder Clip Art
Aurora
..... Dear Daniel:
..... I am very happy that you found a girl to join your life. It sure is an intelligent, educated and with a special appeal, I know well your tastes. With regard to what you ask in your letter, I will say that there is no secret that, at least I do not know. Yes I can assure you that to build a future together, rather than desire what is needed is the will. Will and dedication. Any seed that aspires to become tree care needs, space in which to develop a certain amount of wit and pest-that-be, keeping the roots intact.
..... When your grandfather and I met, more than fifty years, we did not know riding a bicycle, much less conduct a relationship. What did we knew from the beginning, was that we liked to share popcorn at the movies, fire boats from the dock and cross the stream holding hands. Eventually, the trail turned uphill. Even in some sections, we lost sight of. Were those avatars the most solidified our relationship, we understood that only when you're about to lose something is when you value what it means in your life. And we fight for our bags of maize for four hands, even if surrounded by weeping and desinquietos infants, if you think about it, there is nothing in the world that provide us greater satisfaction than to find someone to share popcorn at the movies.
..... Now, I have to leave. We're going for a ride. The grandfather waiting in the dining room, and you know of his genius of thunder. Of course I have only to throw the handkerchief from his pocket to look handsome and pinch the stifle to melt in my hands. You see, everything is in that: turning a blind eye to the grunts and stroking chins.
..... I hope to see you soon. Receive the blessings of old which aims to teach future gardening expert in botany.
..... Besos.
..... Aurora.

..... Dear Daniel:
..... I am very happy that you found a girl to join your life. It sure is an intelligent, educated and with a special appeal, I know well your tastes. With regard to what you ask in your letter, I will say that there is no secret that, at least I do not know. Yes I can assure you that to build a future together, rather than desire what is needed is the will. Will and dedication. Any seed that aspires to become tree care needs, space in which to develop a certain amount of wit and pest-that-be, keeping the roots intact.
..... When your grandfather and I met, more than fifty years, we did not know riding a bicycle, much less conduct a relationship. What did we knew from the beginning, was that we liked to share popcorn at the movies, fire boats from the dock and cross the stream holding hands. Eventually, the trail turned uphill. Even in some sections, we lost sight of. Were those avatars the most solidified our relationship, we understood that only when you're about to lose something is when you value what it means in your life. And we fight for our bags of maize for four hands, even if surrounded by weeping and desinquietos infants, if you think about it, there is nothing in the world that provide us greater satisfaction than to find someone to share popcorn at the movies.
..... Now, I have to leave. We're going for a ride. The grandfather waiting in the dining room, and you know of his genius of thunder. Of course I have only to throw the handkerchief from his pocket to look handsome and pinch the stifle to melt in my hands. You see, everything is in that: turning a blind eye to the grunts and stroking chins.
..... I hope to see you soon. Receive the blessings of old which aims to teach future gardening expert in botany.
..... Besos.
..... Aurora.
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Mercedes Martin Alfaya
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
What Light Sensor On Lg Chocolat?
The dream of a summer afternoon

----- To me this is napping I feel terrible, of course, since I'm not used ... happens is that I worked today in the morning and after lunch, as a rest for afternoon, for I have come to the bedroom with my laptop to write new chapters for my novel. Suddenly, I remembered I had my pool party. Nothing too raucous a neighbor who is a friend of the president of the Commonwealth and, every now and then, gives to organize food on the floor of a bathroom, to which everyone is invited: payment of 20 euros, or that Terrier include a toast Jouet ...
Anyway, as I was saying. That thinking about the neighbor, the summer festival, the beers on the water, people shashlik in hand, "Child, salt and water!" And that toast luxury, because I've fallen asleep with the computer on legs and head hanging. And I dreamed that I stood my turquoise bikini with yellow piping, my shirts fashion made in "all for one euro", grabbed my bag of flowers, towel, cream, sunglasses, the book I'm reading, and the keys to the apartment (I always plenty the book because I can not read while taking the sun), and I went down to the pool. Oh, as it occurred me that I can not bathe for not having paid 20 euros for the feast, he learns. Come on, that the pool is what it is and if you want culinary orgies does not bother me, but that does not bother them.
..... Plas ! Plasma! Plasma! -My flip flops flip flops quite noisy. Elevator, basement, garden gate, little road between blue bells, the gates of the duplex and went to the pool. Hey, here I am, I think. Without looking for any site, because I have no desire to discuss-sack towel, stretch out on the lawn, I remove the shirt over his head, the bow and leave the bag, I recompose the bikini, I get rid of the flip-flops ... I draw a rubber band that is in my wrist, hang my head all the hair falls forward and I caught him like a bunch of spinach, twice around the gum and go. I'm going to shower. Let me drop a few drops of water on (the shower is that short) and I go to the pool.
..... Madame may I? - I tell a woman who is in the water, along the stairs. And when it turns, I see a tray of sweets walk across the surface like a toy boat.
..... "Listen, the pool can not eat" I say. And she smiles, revealing a row of black holes and strokes as a tooth. I jumped, I look puzzled and I'm running to my towel. Suddenly, I see all the people coming toward me carrying plates of food and ghoulish smiles. I look to the side ... to another ..., looking for something to defend myself and find a parasol lying on the grass. I pick and I get to give sombrillazos right and left. And every time I reach someone disappears.
..... After half an hour of fighting, I am left alone in the pool. And now go, and it rains. I seek refuge among the trees out of the water and see the president of the Commonwealth, which brings a huge pot on his head and shouted, "Run!", Save the chicken curry.
Anyway, as I was saying. That thinking about the neighbor, the summer festival, the beers on the water, people shashlik in hand, "Child, salt and water!" And that toast luxury, because I've fallen asleep with the computer on legs and head hanging. And I dreamed that I stood my turquoise bikini with yellow piping, my shirts fashion made in "all for one euro", grabbed my bag of flowers, towel, cream, sunglasses, the book I'm reading, and the keys to the apartment (I always plenty the book because I can not read while taking the sun), and I went down to the pool. Oh, as it occurred me that I can not bathe for not having paid 20 euros for the feast, he learns. Come on, that the pool is what it is and if you want culinary orgies does not bother me, but that does not bother them.
..... Plas ! Plasma! Plasma! -My flip flops flip flops quite noisy. Elevator, basement, garden gate, little road between blue bells, the gates of the duplex and went to the pool. Hey, here I am, I think. Without looking for any site, because I have no desire to discuss-sack towel, stretch out on the lawn, I remove the shirt over his head, the bow and leave the bag, I recompose the bikini, I get rid of the flip-flops ... I draw a rubber band that is in my wrist, hang my head all the hair falls forward and I caught him like a bunch of spinach, twice around the gum and go. I'm going to shower. Let me drop a few drops of water on (the shower is that short) and I go to the pool.
..... Madame may I? - I tell a woman who is in the water, along the stairs. And when it turns, I see a tray of sweets walk across the surface like a toy boat.
..... "Listen, the pool can not eat" I say. And she smiles, revealing a row of black holes and strokes as a tooth. I jumped, I look puzzled and I'm running to my towel. Suddenly, I see all the people coming toward me carrying plates of food and ghoulish smiles. I look to the side ... to another ..., looking for something to defend myself and find a parasol lying on the grass. I pick and I get to give sombrillazos right and left. And every time I reach someone disappears.
..... After half an hour of fighting, I am left alone in the pool. And now go, and it rains. I seek refuge among the trees out of the water and see the president of the Commonwealth, which brings a huge pot on his head and shouted, "Run!", Save the chicken curry.
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..... Mercedes Martin Alfaya
Fire Red Gps Phone Cheat
quiet because I did not feel like Guilt

"I'd rather be hated for who I am, what I admire so I'm not."
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..... Today, I thought to talk about the cycle vital for the butterflies, but the fingers are not going ... And, I appreciate a lot of people can do tunics of its layers, but to me it costs, what can we do, not everyone is as skilled with fabrics. I can not because I leave the wire and the mosqueo, then I've got a gut, and I undertake to mamporrazos with pads. So if I get the keyboard, is to say what I please, and sunrise by Antequera. Why not take it, but to say, I say.
..... Look, unsuponer , imagine that one day I find a cozy and clean place small bar snack in the afternoon sun. Well, I know that bars sunny, flirty and clean the public domain, and that you (a charming and perfect, but with whom I speak) if you want to dock your backside there, I have to endure. But it happens also that there are a lot of little bars where brocearte sunny and clean neckline and cross your legs, and do not have to come to mine, because I can imagine that you want to fuck afternoon and coffee. So, much to my regret (or no weight, that I have learned to download), I prefer to get up and leave the site. Ea, pati . The problem comes when I see my right to complain, a dignified and universal right (me is that internal nodes do not get along). And I go, and discuss it with a friend, who, moreover, and to top it off, it's your friend. I tell (my friend) I think and what I feel, well, a cappella and without breaks. And what happens? ... Now my friend gets angry with me and leaves me a noodle strip under a refrigerator. Why? ... Namely ... Can not complain? ... Are not I right? ... Is it also your friend? ... But let's see ... the only thing you have to do (if you're really a friend) to collect my thunder, turn them off and discard the pit. For if one can not remove the nail pockets, let's see how I cut them? ...
..... In Finally, I'm not going to shut up. And if I cross out of the board, well look, more was lost in the war, total, and me without me no reasons, at least now it is I who incurs it.
..... Look, unsuponer , imagine that one day I find a cozy and clean place small bar snack in the afternoon sun. Well, I know that bars sunny, flirty and clean the public domain, and that you (a charming and perfect, but with whom I speak) if you want to dock your backside there, I have to endure. But it happens also that there are a lot of little bars where brocearte sunny and clean neckline and cross your legs, and do not have to come to mine, because I can imagine that you want to fuck afternoon and coffee. So, much to my regret (or no weight, that I have learned to download), I prefer to get up and leave the site. Ea, pati . The problem comes when I see my right to complain, a dignified and universal right (me is that internal nodes do not get along). And I go, and discuss it with a friend, who, moreover, and to top it off, it's your friend. I tell (my friend) I think and what I feel, well, a cappella and without breaks. And what happens? ... Now my friend gets angry with me and leaves me a noodle strip under a refrigerator. Why? ... Namely ... Can not complain? ... Are not I right? ... Is it also your friend? ... But let's see ... the only thing you have to do (if you're really a friend) to collect my thunder, turn them off and discard the pit. For if one can not remove the nail pockets, let's see how I cut them? ...
..... In Finally, I'm not going to shut up. And if I cross out of the board, well look, more was lost in the war, total, and me without me no reasons, at least now it is I who incurs it.
..... And I'm stupendísimamente.
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..... Mercedes Martin Alfaya.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Mole That Hurts To Touch
Cronipoemas, Jorge Etcheverry
Fernando Veas Mercado
The acquisition of a literary work is like no other product, as they say, is an encounter with the text, a relationship that the text offers us and we access share, which opened to a word that tells us nothing we have our burden of life, experiences of all kinds and even readings. Borges said he was not trying to read a book a second time when the first had fallen out of hand. We read with attention, eagerly or reluctantly, perhaps with suspicion, with distrust. If you read a negative or prejudiced, self-limiting us, we cut the possibility of integrating into the adventure that launched the author who is very present or, at best, gone to make room for the voice that speaks to us, which speaks who will listen.
Cronipoemas Jorge Etcheverry is a book that takes us through various tensions and trails with a dynamic language, suggestive, rich, flexible back on itself in spirals encompassing (1). The
book has a cover over it Etcheverry: I remembered another, that of the English edition of the Book of Disquiet F. Pessoa. Pessoa went to a cafe in Lisbon, where he wrote. Today there is a statue of the poet at the entrance to the cafe. And I think that creates a visual image that I have always, the poet, alone, writing, any place, but alone and yet so surrounded by the world you want to put in words. The back cover is a photograph of Luciano Diaz.
In the preface to his Cronipoemas, Etcheverry reports on the characteristics of his poetry: no overdeterminations and a program. Says: I think a language that is too often distorted unit or lie (...) this book implicitly assumes poetry-life relationship was not, and something that is understandable in itself, without drama, cliché or onion, but do not exclude a priori (p.9). Us into his kitchen, in his determination not to get caught up conditions and, above all, avoid texts translated into expendable though some estimate could well. And he is well aware that it is not new. Concludes: "I did not bother no critic or poet known or friend to make me a prologue, and they are very busy in the winter in Chile wet stretching in smog vest or wet tropical heat that country almost the antipodes neurons melts us. I hope these lines will not prejudice the reading "(p. 10). We will be alert to this poetry is not recommended by anyone because the author does not want to bother, you just want to read it without those almost editorial praises are sometimes given. Because of annoying, going to do, but in other ways. Unprejudiced, we take it as it comes because his poems are irreducible elements, such as JC-Sánchez Lara called residual poetry ... but not just him. Julio Ortega, referring to a Venezuelan poet says, "the word of Juan Sánchez Peláez is full of its own origin as a casual monologue settles experience, his poetry is residual: partial training after living and lost, and that character gives as psalm, almost elegiac "(2). There cronipoemas in Brazilian literature as well. Some are mini autobiographical chronicle and even counter-culture. But these names refer to texts if they are new to poetry, Prévert is a good example, are vigorous and simple expression. as sayings or sentences that sometimes recall the greguerías.
From all that and that's good. If straight, do not look like a monolithic or permanent, everything is in motion, like life. Delineations, if nostalgic, are soft blues, no trouble or thrown in least one time or other periods of life: a retrospective, kind, wry, sympathetic.
So I stand by my impressions of the first poems I read and Etcheverry ever told. Etcheverry recycled in good voice, "bricolage, composting, potluck, patchwork, residual? Garbage processing plant "as quoted someone? (Of poets, cats and butchers, p. 89). We also know that the poet is fond of limericks. But I think none of this matters a lot, if you're interested, is to match not only in form, so dilute the most of the time but above all, a concomitant in depth with that I, or, it comes with me. Of course not everything is superficial or disinterest and extroverted vitality, not all are places of Ceferino Piriz place as I said, are the most intimate, as some blues poems like Samuel Beckett (p.72) and those, or other passages, where the area bursts, into which the birds alluded to as the albatross, or exposed, desires, drives to impossibilities, but never a bird to land or not takes flight. I spoke of that once in my article on the imagination and the poetry of flight Etcheverry (3). I also believe that poetry again and again Etcheverry, with, as long as it is difficult to talk about programming, his poems are all and su conjunto, un dejarse llevar por la palabra, una aceptación de no ponerle puertas al campo (4). Deja fluir la realidad en la palabra que renuncia a atrapar y de ahí que muchos textos de esta selección tengan, cada uno, su propia melodía .
Esta poesía tiene la lozanía de lo no premeditado ni estatuido. Esos temples de ánimo, esa aceptación del estado de yecto, como dice por ahí, hace de sus textos, que no quiero comparar con otros ni con principios, antimetáforas por desnudez del lenguaje, no pobreza; sobriedad.
Ante la infinita variedad de la realidad, la palabra parece incompetente, pesadilla de todo escritor que se lea críticamente; el hablante se resigna a ser una belt, not medium or seer, no other, attitudes rejected by his speech. Therefore, their texts are outside of solemnity, which does not mean superficial and simple, because the reality elusive, invisible in its multiplicity, is reluctant to be pinched, worn by the word.
Sometimes poems built platitudes and phrases in which, in regular trading, the truth is banal but in his poetry emerges as a new point of view of the reality impaired. Here there is no alchemy lead is lead and the word is no philosopher's stone and we take no ecstasy but a center that always escaped us, and perhaps to try to recover the first light of the aforementioned the freshness of expression. How
, not distort, we can organize, domesticate and make available a reality that has been buried by wear and no longer open to any contemplation and slides? Etcheverry put it without being moved or a eñe but with due caution that the adult must take care of their energies, if you do good to love a younger woman, who seeks it or not, is there: poetry is there.
interested in talking about themselves, without embarrassment, without false modesty or pomposity because the speaker is closer to that from here there is not going to look in the mirror to see if it is well groomed or express your luck with another gypsy looks, perhaps feverish, but quiet.
Many critics have said the worst commentators and interpreters of their own works, are the authors ... I do not share that view because it ignores the lucidity of intellectual work, is the belief that artists are illuminated or estimate they know not what they write.
Etcheverry's texts that reflection is always on the go around its own poetic task and I am not surprised that once again reported and not as between the lines, but ironically, some types still in use.
It may be possible to group these poems Etcheverry, in some ways, not to use the word temática, que poseen rasgos discernibles en otras obras, incluso, con nuevas dimensiones y profundidades.
La obra está constituida por 64 poemas. Hay diez con títulos que aluden al poeta, al poema o a la poesía; hay otros humorísticos, cuatro. La mayoría de los títulos son curiosos, frases corrientes, sólo tres ofrecen una alusión literaria y otros tres podrían sonar grandilocuentes; cinco con un motivo político. Pero todo eso es engañoso ya que más de cinco poemas tienen transfondo político social. Toda clasificación o intento es vano, ya lo dijo Borges. Quería mencionar eso porque el título de un libro o de un poema nos lanza en una dirección, antes de comenzar to read. But be careful, as Eco said, there are clear and many misleading titles.
The book opens with: come pane e pesto / pasta and provolone / prosciutto sono io / e tu sei melone (p.11). What is the cheese bread, pesto is to the spaghetti, that way, I'm you're ham and melon, that is, the perfect flavor for maducarse agreement. The flavors: salty, spicy, salty and sweet.
Hence, the following poem, so delicate, speaks of the drive of desire but also the loving, sudden illuminations, flashing felt in the midst of life. Satiated feeling, the poet comes to your dream and the dedication of his work, mixing and continues: the poet / the poet bird is limping Devil: As featured in the dream collective / poet / giant strides on the ground / color is all colors / with a voice that is all the voices and the poet ends ... Giant / watch over the roofs asleep / on land / planting birds "(p. 13). Between the beginning and end, all the cities, others in all its expressions. I want to emphasize this self-assessment of the poet who brings echoes, of course, that beautiful poem by Baudelaire, The albatross bird on which Neruda also wrote a great poem, the Etcheverry I associate the devil lifting roofs. There are poems in which another tone, the speaker proclaims that "everything fits in poetry "(De poets, cats and carnage, p.89) and get to demarcate topics, merit and other herbs, makes him say:" That's why / (that I was the wave) "(ibid, p .90). Poets, like birds, living spontaneously because it is poetry which does all the work and make them fly if they respond to the incentives and assume that capacity and in the bed with a woman if they have the ability to fly and do not stay there, stranded. If the poet, with all its limitations can be incorporated (broken voice, p. 96), others will be shaken. But for that, apart from the way the poet to be honored and that is why poetry is Etcheverry linked to his life without frills or leaks, no cheating because it is true that it will legible (Honesty and poet). Thus, with modesty and deep thinking self-mockery, often with a word erases Etcheverry a construction stimmung seems very, very stubborn, a head broth, almost embarrassing to think about what others look carelessly or disdain. For example, says: But the language / (a \u200b\u200bWeltanschauung) / an attitude toward life / and the handle of the sword / the whirligig girl / and so forth "(English and French in Canada, p.75).
The gloom may be the killer, must surrender to it, so, on that rainy day there are no major battles major companies to gain and / just keep walking / on the street. What evidence do face this stark reality, to be assumed. In another poem, frankly reaffirms what is or you want your poetry is not luxurious or miserable food / people leave to go when he's behind gourmet dishes / But to turn to when the shoe pinches / I wish I / as the humble rice starved continent or chicken wings after some beer / on Friday night in Ontario "(The honesty and the poet, p.97).
But flying fatigue, and as the band, the bird is the flight from behind the clouds. And fatigue, to put a line of M. Hernandez, This at times: "Tired maybe, but not defeated" is not poetry fatigue, but for everything else but not loosen the tongue, on the contrary, clung to her, j, to the NEA, with a bang Keyboard: "elegant and concise."
In a poem, like others, with various allusions, literary, letters of tango, with colloquial expressions, ironically the looming melancholy nostalgia as someone who hurt betrayal and more frugal but less banal says: "Here in the North cast quail flying south to bring us back something, besides the nostalgia "(Tango For radio, p.82)). Neruda I want to return to its south, called the Ocean: "Get me a day of the South, one day caught your waves, / wet tree one day, bring a wind / polar cold blue to my flag." It is one of the few times when the speaker is helpless. Faced with this, the age, with a bit of desperation, "let flocks of vultures flying weak, almost / clear / return to us with treasures hunted in the soft / grasslands vanishing of Memories" (His position, p. 87) .. But there is a resource: the offspring: the new birds.
Equally sensitive is the vision of everyday reality: the light breaks the darkness of being the beholder. And once we realize that this poet se maravilla ante el mundo pero sin olvidarse de sí mismo. A veces, la relación con los demás será accidental o sólo difuminados ecos de sonidos vitales. Por eso, tampoco el hablante es alguien premeditado, vive más que planifica su vida. Se deja vivir aunque ocasionalmente se analice y deba abandonar esos exámenes porque sus exterioridades no interesan realmente. Y, tal vez, muchas veces, se podría decir como Talleyrand: “Cuando me analizo, me inquieto pero cuando me comparo, me tranquilizo”. Pero esa realidad que se desliza, le reconcilia con un quehacer con el cual no pretende eternizar nada, menos que nada, su gesto, su escritura que terminaría matando esa vida.
Ese vivir no es pura harmony and joy, not pure dazzle, the gloomy weather as dormant but still, do not want them going to kill him. So jump to something else, the negative retrospective at the present time to eliminate them but allowed them to breathe.
And now comes another fresh, a poem written only with platitudes that are revitalized in imaginary dialogues, simple but whose chaining us to reconstitute and reflect that it is nothing more nor less than a thought about existence. And almost naturally falls that Stripping poem of great men (p.23) that retrain Christ and Che Guevara, we put in the center of current events with humor and penetration. In This is a "loyalty program" as a poem Etcheverry says: "not afraid of the commonplace" (Poem by appointment of Pedro Henríquez Ureña, p. 46). Reflects not only with big words. There are so bombastic poetry, as these speakers do not say anything because they have thumbed language to the hiccups, because there is no truth in them that contains poetry. In that dawn in Alba (p.14), more reality and truth in the verses that were new and rhetorical style hundreds of years ago. This way of writing, we have that carefree, even playful, not serious for many, is poetry. Poetry, all literature is a game, but a senior game. And the projections in popular expressions, but never vulgar, why not? Give us the force, a view of a speaker who travels the world with their cargo of which does not deny but rather wants to make it available although they are nothing more than a feeling, a feeling of just be living (The neighbor , p. 15). Lack of clarity does not mean taking illusions but their humanity in their circumstances, because the speaker has exceeded these anxieties Heidegger who visited but did not flesh and absolute room in it. For something has to serve, live in exile and write, do not
And there are also sincerely (Do not believe p.27) to deepen, if possible, so more explicit in everyday life, life that is assumed without poses or delusions. Thus, the word used for what is, to refer, to break away from an interior that can be suffocating but in short, keeps him alive.
I said we could talk about political poems or social economic standing commitment, once again, the name is unimportant because the poet is not bent on reality, but speaks from and for that reason, his speech leaves stained throughout and refers to what it condemns all enter into the poetry and dodge would be dishonest. Since its Minipoema invitatory (p.20) we suspect it will confirm his words more forward. It incorporates elements that expand the text to refer to the Internet in several other poems. The Internet seems much more interesting to quote or write as Parra and have made some poets. We leave the text, we throw out, challenges us to do anything but read.
good news is that there are no limits as a political opinion is also foray into the Internet as an endorsement of his claims. But do not lose sight of the essential and now claims that in another tone: "So here we are not chopping onions / maybe we're not even doing poetry / Missing genre that combines all / The political pamphlet, the expression of the soul ( I do not believe in) / Accurate data and the call to action / To greet the Cuban revolution "(Salute to Cuba for 50 years, p.59): want, not dictate. Other poems, despite or because of the prosaic, go beyond the mere hint of a political or critical stance as it also reviews the patriotic mythology that even the Internet will explain in great detail. But we believe that the Internet should not replace anything, it is not the reader's digest and therefore has what is or is not the Internet that way. In other words, Internet ... as and as, in short, the speaker acknowledges that his opinion is worth what it's worth. This speaker is
in battle against certain fashions, customs, and also against the sacred cows or to believe such. Her writing gives no quarter asked or requested, nor support or participate in collusion. Thus, the portrait of those writers who consider themselves as such, more concerned about being considered such that to be ... and he told Sherwood Anderson to Faulkner. And in this there is something not insignificant that is called dignity, yes. Value of the attitude to say to Onetti. The examination of the poet puppy, as his beloved Kerouac and Joyce, too, right? Although that lead to a self-analysis and individualisnmo pride and regret any misunderstanding with others, does not substantially modify their self-esteem, self-esteem, come on that is what the balance. Therefore, the ghostly rivalries are also seen with humor, a little melancholy, it is true, perhaps because it is in the youth category, divine treasure.
But the individualistic self, rises to another level, his passing, his life is little but the word is his weapon. His power and, although little can be done before the fact, that bit always begins with the word "But our only power for the time / Maybe is this / (...) And perhaps the only us in this time / In that humanity seems that she expected / crisis hovering over and over each system fratricidal genocide and another and another and a little bit of pollution / As a flock of birds with low height / about shady land / then we / and seems to only have / Words / Y fly out there "(All-Voices, p. 55).
All this leads me to believe that one of the features of the poetry of the repudiation Etcheverry's lecture, to write a poem with solutions that no longer convince anyone, but we never lose certain convictions without which all would it postmodernists preached the same as the violet, that is, there are. And, perhaps, be content with noting what happens, "dissolute, dissolute few other gregarious by themselves (p. 66).
If Etcheverry reflects on his work, that thought is an estimate of what is said, a loyalty that goes beyond the use of language. If you are not afraid of cliches, not a recurring theme, thought to be forming or reactivating ways to make poetry ceased to attend other, in any case, more is concerned writing banalities or "some people say / never did poetry ", that takes you to the beginning ... when we wanted to mix / social revolution and vanguard literary / would have been nice / have come to Don Pedro / with our poems / to give them a look (Poem by appointment for Pedro Henríquez Ureña, p.47). And yes, it does not deny his past, I assumed, as Borges can say to an imaginary Lugones, in those early years, Don Pedro (Poem by appointment of Pedro Henríquez Ureña, p. 46) would have thought though that because you have cared less poor practice sound theory that a beginner like you, "said "Borges, Lugones.
There are several poems that some would call, perhaps no more organic. A poem as words of the great woman (p. 40), contains a variety of colors, smells and tastes in languages \u200b\u200balso varied with a claim because the woman's total commitment is total and the lighter speaker makes all the final twist: This body with this size I have no envy or ask anyone (words of the great woman, p.40)) acquiring a sense of utmost seriousness because it is the man who must change their attitude towards it. Other poems with or without us, they imply that the speaker called almost afraid, be ignored and left in a vote of future new attitude before it occurs and no one fateful move a finger to stop it.
not fear the words, I believe that the poetry of Jorge Etcheverry apart from its various rhythms, allusions, tone and speed, is a spiritual ecology, a lot of catharsis in all this and feels the way after shaking shoulders of accolades, awards, given or requested support, awards, all that "do not confer talent yes / no value to the individual. It / if not viewed from the ground ... "(De poets, cats and carnage, p. 89). And that loses the thread as confusing to refer to it, no, that does not count. Hence, again the only poetry book poem in which she will talk about "that woman always wet, always attentive / And true, young / But, oops, we also asked our power / youth and endless / O wise, elderly and economic / In the bed of the language ... well, took flight "(Poetry, p.94). And repeated appeals to the poet, his honesty, ending in a poetic confession of faith is a reaffirmation of identity, analysis and perspective, is an invocation: No let life becomes / poet chain (Anticlaudicatorio, p.98) because he wants to continue trading, therefore, needs to be true to himself. In passing, I mention that the poet and poetry are as lovers and in Etcheverry find an eroticism that has always been if not absent, very content in Chilean literature, such as humor, as one friend, are too solemn. Sure, after Parra, will say ... but before that? Yes, there are more but not always very imaginative fine nor the poet feels the need to Jorge, etcheverrysearse, only poetry can prevent that "my profile looks straight" or not knowing what to write, not to be: unknown bird (...) Jorgéame (...) Etcheverréame: Arcayéame well Arcaya not want to forget where I come / To keep stretching / like a cat in the sun "(Anticlaudicatorio, p. 98). Yes, we want to follow this bird persistent and arcayescamente asianwebcamgirls etcheverryesca.
Notes (1) Etcheverry, J.: Cronipoemas, Split Quotation, Ottawa, 2010.
(2) Ortega, J.: An Anthology of Latin American poetry, Mexico: Siglo XXI editors, 1987, p.6.
(3) Language, reality and memory in the poetry of Jorge Etcheverry, Qantati. E Books, 1, 2009, pp.59-86
(4) Poets and Poetry: Five writers Ottawa in: Anthology of prose writers and poets speaking, to appear in Toronto.
L. Fernando Veas Mercado, State Professor at the University of Chile, Ph. D., Université Laval, Québec. He has taught at the University of Chile, Valparaíso, from 1966 to 1973, at Laval University between 1974 and 1981, the University of Ottawa between 1982 and 1987 and the Carleton University between 1981 and 2000. He has published articles in journals, Chile, USA, Canada, Mexico and Peru on the theory, poetry, theater, poetry and English-American novel. Unam at ESEC, headquartered in Gatineau at the Autonomous University of Mexico has taken courses on English American story, creative writing on the English-American story, the poetry of Pablo Neruda, Don Quixote and The Narrative of G. García Márquez. He has given numerous lectures and conferences on Hispanic writers and has produced several books and authors in Ottawa and Gatineau.
Fernando Veas Mercado
The acquisition of a literary work is like no other product, as they say, is an encounter with the text, a relationship that the text offers us and we access share, which opened to a word that tells us nothing we have our burden of life, experiences of all kinds and even readings. Borges said he was not trying to read a book a second time when the first had fallen out of hand. We read with attention, eagerly or reluctantly, perhaps with suspicion, with distrust. If you read a negative or prejudiced, self-limiting us, we cut the possibility of integrating into the adventure that launched the author who is very present or, at best, gone to make room for the voice that speaks to us, which speaks who will listen.
Cronipoemas Jorge Etcheverry is a book that takes us through various tensions and trails with a dynamic language, suggestive, rich, flexible back on itself in spirals encompassing (1). The
book has a cover over it Etcheverry: I remembered another, that of the English edition of the Book of Disquiet F. Pessoa. Pessoa went to a cafe in Lisbon, where he wrote. Today there is a statue of the poet at the entrance to the cafe. And I think that creates a visual image that I have always, the poet, alone, writing, any place, but alone and yet so surrounded by the world you want to put in words. The back cover is a photograph of Luciano Diaz.
In the preface to his Cronipoemas, Etcheverry reports on the characteristics of his poetry: no overdeterminations and a program. Says: I think a language that is too often distorted unit or lie (...) this book implicitly assumes poetry-life relationship was not, and something that is understandable in itself, without drama, cliché or onion, but do not exclude a priori (p.9). Us into his kitchen, in his determination not to get caught up conditions and, above all, avoid texts translated into expendable though some estimate could well. And he is well aware that it is not new. Concludes: "I did not bother no critic or poet known or friend to make me a prologue, and they are very busy in the winter in Chile wet stretching in smog vest or wet tropical heat that country almost the antipodes neurons melts us. I hope these lines will not prejudice the reading "(p. 10). We will be alert to this poetry is not recommended by anyone because the author does not want to bother, you just want to read it without those almost editorial praises are sometimes given. Because of annoying, going to do, but in other ways. Unprejudiced, we take it as it comes because his poems are irreducible elements, such as JC-Sánchez Lara called residual poetry ... but not just him. Julio Ortega, referring to a Venezuelan poet says, "the word of Juan Sánchez Peláez is full of its own origin as a casual monologue settles experience, his poetry is residual: partial training after living and lost, and that character gives as psalm, almost elegiac "(2). There cronipoemas in Brazilian literature as well. Some are mini autobiographical chronicle and even counter-culture. But these names refer to texts if they are new to poetry, Prévert is a good example, are vigorous and simple expression. as sayings or sentences that sometimes recall the greguerías.
From all that and that's good. If straight, do not look like a monolithic or permanent, everything is in motion, like life. Delineations, if nostalgic, are soft blues, no trouble or thrown in least one time or other periods of life: a retrospective, kind, wry, sympathetic.
So I stand by my impressions of the first poems I read and Etcheverry ever told. Etcheverry recycled in good voice, "bricolage, composting, potluck, patchwork, residual? Garbage processing plant "as quoted someone? (Of poets, cats and butchers, p. 89). We also know that the poet is fond of limericks. But I think none of this matters a lot, if you're interested, is to match not only in form, so dilute the most of the time but above all, a concomitant in depth with that I, or, it comes with me. Of course not everything is superficial or disinterest and extroverted vitality, not all are places of Ceferino Piriz place as I said, are the most intimate, as some blues poems like Samuel Beckett (p.72) and those, or other passages, where the area bursts, into which the birds alluded to as the albatross, or exposed, desires, drives to impossibilities, but never a bird to land or not takes flight. I spoke of that once in my article on the imagination and the poetry of flight Etcheverry (3). I also believe that poetry again and again Etcheverry, with, as long as it is difficult to talk about programming, his poems are all and su conjunto, un dejarse llevar por la palabra, una aceptación de no ponerle puertas al campo (4). Deja fluir la realidad en la palabra que renuncia a atrapar y de ahí que muchos textos de esta selección tengan, cada uno, su propia melodía .
Esta poesía tiene la lozanía de lo no premeditado ni estatuido. Esos temples de ánimo, esa aceptación del estado de yecto, como dice por ahí, hace de sus textos, que no quiero comparar con otros ni con principios, antimetáforas por desnudez del lenguaje, no pobreza; sobriedad.
Ante la infinita variedad de la realidad, la palabra parece incompetente, pesadilla de todo escritor que se lea críticamente; el hablante se resigna a ser una belt, not medium or seer, no other, attitudes rejected by his speech. Therefore, their texts are outside of solemnity, which does not mean superficial and simple, because the reality elusive, invisible in its multiplicity, is reluctant to be pinched, worn by the word.
Sometimes poems built platitudes and phrases in which, in regular trading, the truth is banal but in his poetry emerges as a new point of view of the reality impaired. Here there is no alchemy lead is lead and the word is no philosopher's stone and we take no ecstasy but a center that always escaped us, and perhaps to try to recover the first light of the aforementioned the freshness of expression. How
, not distort, we can organize, domesticate and make available a reality that has been buried by wear and no longer open to any contemplation and slides? Etcheverry put it without being moved or a eñe but with due caution that the adult must take care of their energies, if you do good to love a younger woman, who seeks it or not, is there: poetry is there.
interested in talking about themselves, without embarrassment, without false modesty or pomposity because the speaker is closer to that from here there is not going to look in the mirror to see if it is well groomed or express your luck with another gypsy looks, perhaps feverish, but quiet.
Many critics have said the worst commentators and interpreters of their own works, are the authors ... I do not share that view because it ignores the lucidity of intellectual work, is the belief that artists are illuminated or estimate they know not what they write.
Etcheverry's texts that reflection is always on the go around its own poetic task and I am not surprised that once again reported and not as between the lines, but ironically, some types still in use.
It may be possible to group these poems Etcheverry, in some ways, not to use the word temática, que poseen rasgos discernibles en otras obras, incluso, con nuevas dimensiones y profundidades.
La obra está constituida por 64 poemas. Hay diez con títulos que aluden al poeta, al poema o a la poesía; hay otros humorísticos, cuatro. La mayoría de los títulos son curiosos, frases corrientes, sólo tres ofrecen una alusión literaria y otros tres podrían sonar grandilocuentes; cinco con un motivo político. Pero todo eso es engañoso ya que más de cinco poemas tienen transfondo político social. Toda clasificación o intento es vano, ya lo dijo Borges. Quería mencionar eso porque el título de un libro o de un poema nos lanza en una dirección, antes de comenzar to read. But be careful, as Eco said, there are clear and many misleading titles.
The book opens with: come pane e pesto / pasta and provolone / prosciutto sono io / e tu sei melone (p.11). What is the cheese bread, pesto is to the spaghetti, that way, I'm you're ham and melon, that is, the perfect flavor for maducarse agreement. The flavors: salty, spicy, salty and sweet.
Hence, the following poem, so delicate, speaks of the drive of desire but also the loving, sudden illuminations, flashing felt in the midst of life. Satiated feeling, the poet comes to your dream and the dedication of his work, mixing and continues: the poet / the poet bird is limping Devil: As featured in the dream collective / poet / giant strides on the ground / color is all colors / with a voice that is all the voices and the poet ends ... Giant / watch over the roofs asleep / on land / planting birds "(p. 13). Between the beginning and end, all the cities, others in all its expressions. I want to emphasize this self-assessment of the poet who brings echoes, of course, that beautiful poem by Baudelaire, The albatross bird on which Neruda also wrote a great poem, the Etcheverry I associate the devil lifting roofs. There are poems in which another tone, the speaker proclaims that "everything fits in poetry "(De poets, cats and carnage, p.89) and get to demarcate topics, merit and other herbs, makes him say:" That's why / (that I was the wave) "(ibid, p .90). Poets, like birds, living spontaneously because it is poetry which does all the work and make them fly if they respond to the incentives and assume that capacity and in the bed with a woman if they have the ability to fly and do not stay there, stranded. If the poet, with all its limitations can be incorporated (broken voice, p. 96), others will be shaken. But for that, apart from the way the poet to be honored and that is why poetry is Etcheverry linked to his life without frills or leaks, no cheating because it is true that it will legible (Honesty and poet). Thus, with modesty and deep thinking self-mockery, often with a word erases Etcheverry a construction stimmung seems very, very stubborn, a head broth, almost embarrassing to think about what others look carelessly or disdain. For example, says: But the language / (a \u200b\u200bWeltanschauung) / an attitude toward life / and the handle of the sword / the whirligig girl / and so forth "(English and French in Canada, p.75).
The gloom may be the killer, must surrender to it, so, on that rainy day there are no major battles major companies to gain and / just keep walking / on the street. What evidence do face this stark reality, to be assumed. In another poem, frankly reaffirms what is or you want your poetry is not luxurious or miserable food / people leave to go when he's behind gourmet dishes / But to turn to when the shoe pinches / I wish I / as the humble rice starved continent or chicken wings after some beer / on Friday night in Ontario "(The honesty and the poet, p.97).
But flying fatigue, and as the band, the bird is the flight from behind the clouds. And fatigue, to put a line of M. Hernandez, This at times: "Tired maybe, but not defeated" is not poetry fatigue, but for everything else but not loosen the tongue, on the contrary, clung to her, j, to the NEA, with a bang Keyboard: "elegant and concise."
In a poem, like others, with various allusions, literary, letters of tango, with colloquial expressions, ironically the looming melancholy nostalgia as someone who hurt betrayal and more frugal but less banal says: "Here in the North cast quail flying south to bring us back something, besides the nostalgia "(Tango For radio, p.82)). Neruda I want to return to its south, called the Ocean: "Get me a day of the South, one day caught your waves, / wet tree one day, bring a wind / polar cold blue to my flag." It is one of the few times when the speaker is helpless. Faced with this, the age, with a bit of desperation, "let flocks of vultures flying weak, almost / clear / return to us with treasures hunted in the soft / grasslands vanishing of Memories" (His position, p. 87) .. But there is a resource: the offspring: the new birds.
Equally sensitive is the vision of everyday reality: the light breaks the darkness of being the beholder. And once we realize that this poet se maravilla ante el mundo pero sin olvidarse de sí mismo. A veces, la relación con los demás será accidental o sólo difuminados ecos de sonidos vitales. Por eso, tampoco el hablante es alguien premeditado, vive más que planifica su vida. Se deja vivir aunque ocasionalmente se analice y deba abandonar esos exámenes porque sus exterioridades no interesan realmente. Y, tal vez, muchas veces, se podría decir como Talleyrand: “Cuando me analizo, me inquieto pero cuando me comparo, me tranquilizo”. Pero esa realidad que se desliza, le reconcilia con un quehacer con el cual no pretende eternizar nada, menos que nada, su gesto, su escritura que terminaría matando esa vida.
Ese vivir no es pura harmony and joy, not pure dazzle, the gloomy weather as dormant but still, do not want them going to kill him. So jump to something else, the negative retrospective at the present time to eliminate them but allowed them to breathe.
And now comes another fresh, a poem written only with platitudes that are revitalized in imaginary dialogues, simple but whose chaining us to reconstitute and reflect that it is nothing more nor less than a thought about existence. And almost naturally falls that Stripping poem of great men (p.23) that retrain Christ and Che Guevara, we put in the center of current events with humor and penetration. In This is a "loyalty program" as a poem Etcheverry says: "not afraid of the commonplace" (Poem by appointment of Pedro Henríquez Ureña, p. 46). Reflects not only with big words. There are so bombastic poetry, as these speakers do not say anything because they have thumbed language to the hiccups, because there is no truth in them that contains poetry. In that dawn in Alba (p.14), more reality and truth in the verses that were new and rhetorical style hundreds of years ago. This way of writing, we have that carefree, even playful, not serious for many, is poetry. Poetry, all literature is a game, but a senior game. And the projections in popular expressions, but never vulgar, why not? Give us the force, a view of a speaker who travels the world with their cargo of which does not deny but rather wants to make it available although they are nothing more than a feeling, a feeling of just be living (The neighbor , p. 15). Lack of clarity does not mean taking illusions but their humanity in their circumstances, because the speaker has exceeded these anxieties Heidegger who visited but did not flesh and absolute room in it. For something has to serve, live in exile and write, do not
And there are also sincerely (Do not believe p.27) to deepen, if possible, so more explicit in everyday life, life that is assumed without poses or delusions. Thus, the word used for what is, to refer, to break away from an interior that can be suffocating but in short, keeps him alive.
I said we could talk about political poems or social economic standing commitment, once again, the name is unimportant because the poet is not bent on reality, but speaks from and for that reason, his speech leaves stained throughout and refers to what it condemns all enter into the poetry and dodge would be dishonest. Since its Minipoema invitatory (p.20) we suspect it will confirm his words more forward. It incorporates elements that expand the text to refer to the Internet in several other poems. The Internet seems much more interesting to quote or write as Parra and have made some poets. We leave the text, we throw out, challenges us to do anything but read.
good news is that there are no limits as a political opinion is also foray into the Internet as an endorsement of his claims. But do not lose sight of the essential and now claims that in another tone: "So here we are not chopping onions / maybe we're not even doing poetry / Missing genre that combines all / The political pamphlet, the expression of the soul ( I do not believe in) / Accurate data and the call to action / To greet the Cuban revolution "(Salute to Cuba for 50 years, p.59): want, not dictate. Other poems, despite or because of the prosaic, go beyond the mere hint of a political or critical stance as it also reviews the patriotic mythology that even the Internet will explain in great detail. But we believe that the Internet should not replace anything, it is not the reader's digest and therefore has what is or is not the Internet that way. In other words, Internet ... as and as, in short, the speaker acknowledges that his opinion is worth what it's worth. This speaker is
in battle against certain fashions, customs, and also against the sacred cows or to believe such. Her writing gives no quarter asked or requested, nor support or participate in collusion. Thus, the portrait of those writers who consider themselves as such, more concerned about being considered such that to be ... and he told Sherwood Anderson to Faulkner. And in this there is something not insignificant that is called dignity, yes. Value of the attitude to say to Onetti. The examination of the poet puppy, as his beloved Kerouac and Joyce, too, right? Although that lead to a self-analysis and individualisnmo pride and regret any misunderstanding with others, does not substantially modify their self-esteem, self-esteem, come on that is what the balance. Therefore, the ghostly rivalries are also seen with humor, a little melancholy, it is true, perhaps because it is in the youth category, divine treasure.
But the individualistic self, rises to another level, his passing, his life is little but the word is his weapon. His power and, although little can be done before the fact, that bit always begins with the word "But our only power for the time / Maybe is this / (...) And perhaps the only us in this time / In that humanity seems that she expected / crisis hovering over and over each system fratricidal genocide and another and another and a little bit of pollution / As a flock of birds with low height / about shady land / then we / and seems to only have / Words / Y fly out there "(All-Voices, p. 55).
All this leads me to believe that one of the features of the poetry of the repudiation Etcheverry's lecture, to write a poem with solutions that no longer convince anyone, but we never lose certain convictions without which all would it postmodernists preached the same as the violet, that is, there are. And, perhaps, be content with noting what happens, "dissolute, dissolute few other gregarious by themselves (p. 66).
If Etcheverry reflects on his work, that thought is an estimate of what is said, a loyalty that goes beyond the use of language. If you are not afraid of cliches, not a recurring theme, thought to be forming or reactivating ways to make poetry ceased to attend other, in any case, more is concerned writing banalities or "some people say / never did poetry ", that takes you to the beginning ... when we wanted to mix / social revolution and vanguard literary / would have been nice / have come to Don Pedro / with our poems / to give them a look (Poem by appointment for Pedro Henríquez Ureña, p.47). And yes, it does not deny his past, I assumed, as Borges can say to an imaginary Lugones, in those early years, Don Pedro (Poem by appointment of Pedro Henríquez Ureña, p. 46) would have thought though that because you have cared less poor practice sound theory that a beginner like you, "said "Borges, Lugones.
There are several poems that some would call, perhaps no more organic. A poem as words of the great woman (p. 40), contains a variety of colors, smells and tastes in languages \u200b\u200balso varied with a claim because the woman's total commitment is total and the lighter speaker makes all the final twist: This body with this size I have no envy or ask anyone (words of the great woman, p.40)) acquiring a sense of utmost seriousness because it is the man who must change their attitude towards it. Other poems with or without us, they imply that the speaker called almost afraid, be ignored and left in a vote of future new attitude before it occurs and no one fateful move a finger to stop it.
not fear the words, I believe that the poetry of Jorge Etcheverry apart from its various rhythms, allusions, tone and speed, is a spiritual ecology, a lot of catharsis in all this and feels the way after shaking shoulders of accolades, awards, given or requested support, awards, all that "do not confer talent yes / no value to the individual. It / if not viewed from the ground ... "(De poets, cats and carnage, p. 89). And that loses the thread as confusing to refer to it, no, that does not count. Hence, again the only poetry book poem in which she will talk about "that woman always wet, always attentive / And true, young / But, oops, we also asked our power / youth and endless / O wise, elderly and economic / In the bed of the language ... well, took flight "(Poetry, p.94). And repeated appeals to the poet, his honesty, ending in a poetic confession of faith is a reaffirmation of identity, analysis and perspective, is an invocation: No let life becomes / poet chain (Anticlaudicatorio, p.98) because he wants to continue trading, therefore, needs to be true to himself. In passing, I mention that the poet and poetry are as lovers and in Etcheverry find an eroticism that has always been if not absent, very content in Chilean literature, such as humor, as one friend, are too solemn. Sure, after Parra, will say ... but before that? Yes, there are more but not always very imaginative fine nor the poet feels the need to Jorge, etcheverrysearse, only poetry can prevent that "my profile looks straight" or not knowing what to write, not to be: unknown bird (...) Jorgéame (...) Etcheverréame: Arcayéame well Arcaya not want to forget where I come / To keep stretching / like a cat in the sun "(Anticlaudicatorio, p. 98). Yes, we want to follow this bird persistent and arcayescamente asianwebcamgirls etcheverryesca.
Notes (1) Etcheverry, J.: Cronipoemas, Split Quotation, Ottawa, 2010.
(2) Ortega, J.: An Anthology of Latin American poetry, Mexico: Siglo XXI editors, 1987, p.6.
(3) Language, reality and memory in the poetry of Jorge Etcheverry, Qantati. E Books, 1, 2009, pp.59-86
(4) Poets and Poetry: Five writers Ottawa in: Anthology of prose writers and poets speaking, to appear in Toronto.
L. Fernando Veas Mercado, State Professor at the University of Chile, Ph. D., Université Laval, Québec. He has taught at the University of Chile, Valparaíso, from 1966 to 1973, at Laval University between 1974 and 1981, the University of Ottawa between 1982 and 1987 and the Carleton University between 1981 and 2000. He has published articles in journals, Chile, USA, Canada, Mexico and Peru on the theory, poetry, theater, poetry and English-American novel. Unam at ESEC, headquartered in Gatineau at the Autonomous University of Mexico has taken courses on English American story, creative writing on the English-American story, the poetry of Pablo Neruda, Don Quixote and The Narrative of G. García Márquez. He has given numerous lectures and conferences on Hispanic writers and has produced several books and authors in Ottawa and Gatineau.
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Beginning Tuesday, February 8, then every first Tuesday of every month until June, we will enjoy the evening of a talk about happiness, self esteem, human values \u200b\u200band similar topics, Municipal Center for Lifelong Learning where I work. Admission is free and several speakers. Following this, the other day, a woman approached me with the information pamphlet, interest in the subject. As I explained, I discovered in his eyes a little bitterness that turned into tears. She told me her mother lived almost ninety years in a nursing home because she can not attend to - her husband is in a wheelchair and her caregiver. He said that each time you visit the elderly, it comes with a deep sense of guilt, because the mother was crushed by saying that no wants to be there, you want to go with it. I said (do not know if this is so) that residences appeared for this, to care for the elderly whose families could not take care of them. Sure there was better than his daughter, and do not feel bad about it. Some children do not want to go to school and cry because they want to be with their mothers, but that the doors close, they forget, because they feel well with children his age. Some elderly are selfish and know how to torture their children. They do not want to understand that they have completed their life and should let their children complete their own. I told him not to feel bad about not being able to meet his mother, because she has provided a good place to live, in the hands of professionals and which is operated by people their age. The "I love you", both children and elderly, should not corner us, because people are not machines, we can not break us so that others can get away with it. If you can, you can not, and elderly mother should understand that his daughter still has a life ahead of it belongs.
In many cultures, the elderly living apart, they were revered and cared for, but outside the family. I do not mean that if you have means, keep the elderly with us, but we can not is damaging to our entire family for an absurd unfounded guilt, because to them about, we would be depriving others of So we feel as guilty or more.
She gave me a hug and left. I do not know if what I said was correct or not, but what is clear is that I have to discard the feeling of guilt, because it binds and nullifies us as people. We need to approach things objectively to make good decisions.
In many cultures, the elderly living apart, they were revered and cared for, but outside the family. I do not mean that if you have means, keep the elderly with us, but we can not is damaging to our entire family for an absurd unfounded guilt, because to them about, we would be depriving others of So we feel as guilty or more.
She gave me a hug and left. I do not know if what I said was correct or not, but what is clear is that I have to discard the feeling of guilt, because it binds and nullifies us as people. We need to approach things objectively to make good decisions.
Feelings are like candy: never at mealtime, or as many as for us indigestion.
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Alfaya Mercedes Martín.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Become A Hair Distributor
Learning ...

I want to tell a story. Not long ago, I discovered a tiny kitten out there. He seemed scared and sad. His mother had to take off and left him abandoned. I, if nobody cared about him, his days would be numbered. I went to the super and bought her food, treats for cats. I opened a can of salmon, I poured on a newspaper and placed it near the corner with flowers and stones where I saw him refuge. The next day, I found the newspaper full of ants and no sign of the cute kitten. I picked up the remains and left another can, this time open but without tipping. In the afternoon, between the trees and bushes, daisies, I saw him with his nose in the corner and cheerful. So I spent a few days, leaving food and watching the tiny predators and thieves. Of course, even I could keep track of the cat, or going to fill garden ants. So I changed the cans of food for other less pasty. A handful here ... other than ... and a little more here. It seems that the change was not amused, because that is was degraded to the gardeners came to clean and left everything spotless. What will become of kitty? I thought when the memory goes over the day and is putting everything in place.
A few days later, I see him coming up the street, licking his whiskers and two spans over the body. I see. Stops. Scrutinize my eyes and escape to his corner as if he had discovered missing. "Oh, imp, you're looking for life on your own in the container the corner, I thought. And I was much calmer, knowing that he managed alone.
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Today, after many months, I've seen him. Had grown so much that not even recognize him. It is beautiful, healthy and with a satiny sheen enviable. And I thought, like a helpless kitten has managed to survive on their own, without complaining, without trauma, without reproach, without any of that to what humans we cling to sympathize with our misfortunes. He does not question why no one took care of him while growing up, nor care. He licks his paws when needed and seeks the best corner of the garden to sleep.
When I went, I saw him lying in the sun and I think even threw me a wink.
Look what you learn from the animals ...
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Mercedes Martin Alfaya
Saturday, February 5, 2011
What Is The Meaning Of The Shag Bands
Hyenas ...

Hyenas, unfortunately, abound everywhere. Perhaps, where their presence is more suffering on the job. I, luckily, I learned to face them, and do not even come up to me (and, if they do, they know they bite). But some people who are cunning, evil and lack of companionship by these scavengers daily, and endure. It is enduring, perhaps because they have the fixed, because they need the revenue as a means of survival or because they like their job and does not want to lose. Of all these arguments we are using the hyenas, they know who, where and how to attack. In general, the hyenas are people dissatisfied, wicked in power and act, and bear the happiness of their evil counterparts. Well, with this rabble what saves him is that they keep their victims scared, they do not understand their attitude and can calibrate their devious actions and that, if compromised the job, the better feast for hyenas.
A good way to end this is dealing with them. Hyenas face once and for all. Without fear, without thought of consequences (total, if they insist they'll fuck the life and work, but at least it is not because you leave). Hyenas face is not so difficult, little they face plants are removed, are often few and cowards. As soon as you make a felony, and is lighter than you're headed the office of the chief, calmly, and tell him, please call your partner or companion causing misunderstanding or chipped, you want to talk about an issue and I think it is right that the other party is present. Expose the facts without upset you, calmly and with every right in the world, it becomes clear. You will not lose your job for it, even the chief, if it is a good boss will appreciate your attitude. And so, every one hyena times bother you, the face, alone or with the boss, but no dark circles or curved backs.
Ea, with your attitude, you've taken a small step for man, one giant leap for mankind (as the astronaut when he stepped on the moon that did seem impossible.)
A good way to end this is dealing with them. Hyenas face once and for all. Without fear, without thought of consequences (total, if they insist they'll fuck the life and work, but at least it is not because you leave). Hyenas face is not so difficult, little they face plants are removed, are often few and cowards. As soon as you make a felony, and is lighter than you're headed the office of the chief, calmly, and tell him, please call your partner or companion causing misunderstanding or chipped, you want to talk about an issue and I think it is right that the other party is present. Expose the facts without upset you, calmly and with every right in the world, it becomes clear. You will not lose your job for it, even the chief, if it is a good boss will appreciate your attitude. And so, every one hyena times bother you, the face, alone or with the boss, but no dark circles or curved backs.
Ea, with your attitude, you've taken a small step for man, one giant leap for mankind (as the astronaut when he stepped on the moon that did seem impossible.)
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Alfaya Mercedes Martín.
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