Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Invitation To Lia Sophia

OMNES: a great humanist and a beautiful person PORTRAIT PAINTER

"... Morren as Persians, máis Ficano delas feelings you posed, as works that gave us "...


was a time of seas and moons on in the magical Brocéliande Breton face surrounded by stone, art and beauty. There, in the south of Britain, met last summer "-a singular person, affable and kind, wise close, never wise in his own mind and self in knowledge, passion for knowledge.

Robert Omnes Hispanist, linguist, lover of the land of Brittany and Galicia which praised his language, landscapes, myths and customs: " These magnificent sunsets, the air, rain, landscape, people. When I find a English that looks like a Briton say "sure is Galician." closely resemble the Irish, Welsh and Breton. Gone are the same people and I am convinced that spoke the same language at one time " (interview La Voz de Galicia, 2008).

Dear Robert: Dende or Rosalie Sea, lies peace na pedra das crossings da túa querida BREIZH, que tanto amaste, e que saibas que sempre permanecerás entre nós.


"Hervez´deus c´hoant pell eus ar bed / Etre ar mor hag ar stered" ( Adonde él quiera, lejos de este mundo / Entre el mar y las estrellas"). Una hermosa canción en bretón "Gortoz a Ram", por Danez Prigent y Lisa Gerrard:





Sunday, June 13, 2010

How To Paint Bmx Tires



EGON SCHIELE, portrait painter

when I see you, my body, so fallen

by all the darkest corners

of the soul, you looked at me, like

in a mirror of infinite images

without hitting them which of

you and I are more than the rest.

Die.

die

Perhaps no more than this,

gently back, body,

the profile of your face in the mirror

to the pure side of the shadow.

(Mirror), Fragments of a future book , José Ángel Valente


Friday, June 4, 2010

What Should An Ekg For A Puppy Cost?

"between the lines" ROSALIA

Candide, for your friendship.



"(...) So select memory and softens the past, and makes our life a work of art. When we remember, memory is offering us a lesson master and practice of literary theory, imaginary time management.
With all this could perhaps be thought that teaching can become the world's simplest case when connecting content with life experiences, and when there is passion, love and common sense. And so it should be. However, we all know that the devil has otherwise things
Manuel The reader is sometimes thought that the aesthetic experience has a lot of personal revelation, and to that extent is not transferable and almost incommunicable. And put this example of a blind Tolstoy argued that trying to explain how it was white. It's like milk, they said. So are discharged, asked the blind. Well, say it is like papel.Luego then, creaks? No, no, say it is like snow. So is it cold?, Inquired the poor blind. There was no way to convey that experience elemental. Professor Manuel is, however, is less clear and think that despite all, something can be done: If you teach literature, they put the students willing to be seduced by it. The two, over the years, have been succumbing to the paradox that literature is learned but not taught.


But then comes the reality with their rebates. And the reality is a student through 3 of BUP and COU read syllables and haltingly, has difficulties almost insurmountable to understand a newspaper editorial, written in simple sentences which are barely other verbs "ser" or "be" (accustom to think with subordinate clauses, you will see how reality is too complex!, Manuel wearily advised his students), its lexicon is meager background, wants to explain something and not enough words. But, yes, when you hit the street, or when you get home, the wizards of mass culture, in complicity with the majority of citizens, we have prepared for revenge through a show with which it does While unable to connect the school culture. What the school teaches, bad taste denies and mocks social. If the high court advisor, the ancient and noble humanistic culture, and literature, has become a clown roles, and to compete unfavorably with the other clowns that have made the slightest mass culture. At best he is still the pale glow of what once was: a jester whose jokes still pose riddles, and whose brightness aesthetic and moral it can cause high emotion and high amenity, art and knowledge. But today the common man is tired of riddles, and in terms of emotion and aesthetic amenity, the other fools are provided by cheaper, comfortable and nice.

And yet, few things are as necessary today as teaching history, philosophy and literature. Because if they do not get this monkey civilize seems to get used to living without the tail, nobody knows what else could save him. In particular, Manuel hopes that are neither gods nor warlords. "

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This fragment belongs to Between the Lines (1996), Luis Landeros. In this book (illustrated by the drawings of Javier Fernandez de Molina and edited by THE BOOKS OF THE WEST), the author (a professor of language and literature) through the autobiographical discourse and the professor Manuel Pérez Aguado ("maybe the only note he is very picturesque in being a professor of literature at this time ") pinpoints wise and lyrically their ideas about life are always linked to the experience and the experience of literature.


been fourteen years, have already disappeared BUP and COU (our love but it is known that it is sung lost .) Our students today belong to the ESO and high school and are neither better nor worse but they are more lost, more drift between the tangled maze of plans sterile.

Nevertheless, remember these verses of Antonio Machado: "Everything moves. Flows, runs, runs and turns, change the sea and the mountains and the eye that looks ."

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NEED CULTURA by Amin Maalouf

"The world just keeps the breath of children who study" ( The Talmud)


"...¿ Why is culture so important? There are three main reasons. First, because if we live with others, we must know much more to the other. We can not be satisfied with a superficial knowledge as we do now. The knowledge of others, especially in relationship between the West and the Arab world is equal to surface today than 200 years ago. I am convinced that we do not know. yet we are content with superficial ideas. There we go there and we must. We know the other's language, another culture, what are their aspirations, their beliefs ... To do this we invest heavily in the culture in each country.

Secondly, we have problems keeping the planet. We can not continue eating and using the planet's natural resources. Many people will live longer and in better shape now but how will they live? This gives us knowledge, keep learning. We can only continue if we develop the expansion of cultural knowledge, spiritual ... A culture of teaching and we must give priority. This is a way to enrich the individual at all levels without impoverishing the planet. And the third reason is perhaps less obvious. We need to know the purpose. We need to know where to go. It is impossible to know without culture and without making people think about the values, culture, beliefs. So we need culture, for these three reasons

(...) In September 2009, Juan Cruz published an interview with the Lebanese writer Amin Maalouf (last Príncipe de Asturias de las Letras) to which this fragment belongs.

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DEMOCRACY AND UNIVERSITY

"With good ideas, and sometimes with poor, the same happens with the atoms of Democritus or cherries in the basket, are hooked to each other ".

The elephant trek, José Saramago



Tuesday, June 1, 2010

My Baby Has High Fever And Yellow Stool

The delicate lyrical Patricia Colchado

READING POEMS AND EXHIBITION OF DRAWINGS
Thursday June 24, 2010 at 19:00
at the Consulate General of Peru
in Munich. --------------------------------------

One

the few outstanding figures of Peruvian poetry written by women is Patricia Colchado. And the softness and smoothness of his verse is an element which is difficult in poetry - sometimes air saturated with strong feminist and erotic symbolism - of young authors of recent decades in Peru.

After a silence of five years after the publication of its board Hypercubus (2000), Patricia Colchado gave birth to her poems Blumen (Firebird, 2005, 75 pp.), With a title German, Flores, who seemed to answer the question of Marlene Dietrich Wo sind die Blumen geblieben? (Where are the flowers?). There are the flowers, where feelings, desire and consistent body to express the most beautiful. leaves home in these poems floral and succeeds Carmen Ollé, creates "an atmosphere made of glazes, which overlooks a world that does not appear in its crude nature, but through textures, aromas and sounds." His next book of poems, skins of Eden (Holy Office, 2007, 49 pp.) Colchado Patricia continues and strengthens its voice that delicate lyricism, recreating biblical intertextuality clear verses, accompanied by fine brushwork graphics, some quick but intense experiences of three key players in the symbolic constitution of every woman: Eve, Salome and Mary Magdalene.

addition to his dedication to poetry, Colchado Patricia has served on the editorial boards of journals of Peruvian literature, as Garlic & Sapphires and The Foxes, and assumed the leadership of the Peruvian Narrative Collection Diamonds and Pedernales publisher San Marcos; and the direction of the imprint Firebird and the co-direction of arts and letters magazine Alborada International. He currently resides in Germany, where he studied Bibliology in Ludwig-Maximilians-Universität München . It works well for classical and contemporary dance.

Poems:

De Blumen (2005):

without fear opening my lips feel

pulp

tender red

a fruit

that a liquid in my belly

between my fingers

night continues

lilac

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De skins of Eden (2007):

(De Eva ):

X

quake leaves

verse by verse

on our fingertips

mud made


(De Salome):

II

The garden sleeps

the aroma of peach

of snails

're late again

lilacs

burn in a godless music


(De Maria Magdalena ):

VIII

After tearing our clothes back

Mount

there

a gadfly

still dreaming

with a crown of thorns. -----------


München, June 2010