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Arturo Méndez Roca

A awakened early. A way out typical breakfast around here, fried eggs with bacon and fries. And of course coffee. Before passing through a bowling alley to buy a newspaper. I attend a colossal seated (very) young maid black dress short. It squats a few yards ahead of me to pick something and I realize that I can walk enterito whole black. Good started the day and the subsequent shame and recrimination old voyeur. The fantasies that maybe perhaps the exhibition may have been intentional. I have nothing against the absolute equality of women in all facets of personal and social existence. Down fire from heaven on those who want to keep them in place, preventing them from education, power, creation and enjoyment, no matter where they come from or who they are. I aspire to keep my absolutely heterosexual eroticism and a little old-fashioned delights seeing involuntary exposure even trousers. A world run by women would be better than this. But they still have body.

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The Night of the Condor

On Wednesday September 15 between 7:00 and 10:00 PM, at the SAW Gallery, 67 Nicholas Street in Ottawa, the Cultural Workshop El Dorado will present a cultural event entitled La Noche del Condor, an act that celebrates the El Dorado project led by Chilean socialist Salvador Allende, truncated the 11/9/7 and the independence of Chile, 18/9/1810.
also commemorate the bicentennial of the country and salute to Latin American countries whose anniversaries are celebrated in recent months, many of whom are undergoing critical changes.
have so far confirmed their attendance the following authors: Claudio Durán, Gabriela Etcheverry, Luciano Diaz, Jorge Etcheverry, Anita Junge, Fernando Veas, Mary Borys, Ramon Sepulveda, Camila Reimers, Rufo Valencia, Arturo Lazo. Among the cultural organizations that sponsor this event. The following agencies have confirmed su apoyo: la editorial Split/Quotation, la Red Cultural Hispánica y la editorial de Montreal la Enana Blanca. Estamos a la espera de colaboración y adhesiones de instituciones y autores/artistas interesados en participar y emitiremos actualizaciones periódicas de este evento. Este acto finalizará con un vino de camaradería. Para mayor información hagan el favor de ponerse en contacto con Jorge Etcheverry en jorgeetcheverry@rogers.com o con Luciano Díaz, lucdiaz@rogers.com

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Celluloid. The Finger of God begin and end

Arturo Méndez Roca

Parece que estamos yendo al cine de nuevo. Desde las por lo menos dos versiones al celuloide de la Guerra de los mundos de Wells hasta el clásico Independence Day, and what that Predator and its aftermath. The funny thing is that level as it is given religious or eschatological opposite from the Raelians to various cults centered around individuals who serve as a channel for such benevolent astral entities. It would be interesting to analyze why these opposing trends. As if the apocalypse had put a dummy costume to enter in any way in the popular consciousness and culture and do so through the big screen or small, where it is mixed with a vague consciousness of collective guilt. We are bad and we're destroying the planet. The figure of God disappears on the horizon but the punishment comes from the stars.

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Nieves Fuenzalida

I slowly resfalé my historical tree ... a mimosa yellow? ... A red maple? ... taking me by the vines that my predecessor left me ... I played with my feet atavistic land ... that was dark and swampy ... I punched a mosquito ... I got sick ... I fought to pass the limits of the disease ... I realized that I left her with something that had not drunk before ... ideas ... that rode mounted on white cells of the tops of scaly skin on my body full of hair ... I took a stone and threw it into space ... I was afraid because I do ... I hid in a cave under a mountain full of flowers ... but also poisonous scorpions ... I was filled with desire that led me to draw on the cave walls of my prison ... I walked slowly toward the entrance with fear ... where he saw a bright light and clear ... I found the dawn ... And here I am now looking for water on the moon ... after destroying my Universe!

Nieves.
Ottawa, Ontario, July 7, 2010.