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"Through My Eyes" de JCNero

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A long long time ago...

A Galopar

Rafael Alberti

Las tierras, las tierras, las tierras de España,
las grandes, las solas, desiertas llanuras,
Galopa, caballo cuatralbo, jinete del pueblo, al sol y a la luna.

¡ A galopar,
a galopar,
hasta enterrarlos en el mar !
A corazòn suenan, resuenan, resuenan
las tierras de España, en las herraduras.

Galopa, jinete del pueblo,
caballo de espuma
¡ A galopar,
a galopar,
hasta enterrarlos en el mar !

Nadie, nadie, nadie, que enfrente no hay nadie;
que es nadie la muerte si va en tu montura.
Galopa, caballo cuatralbo,
jinete del pueblo
que la tierra es tuya.

¡ A galopar,
a galopar,
hasta enterrarlos en el mar !

Publicado por jm em 12:41 PM | o primeiro

Now, the note.

Coherent or incoherent? Angry or forgiving? Malevolent or loving? High-flown or colloquial? With or without quotations from Shakespeare, Martin Buber, and Montaigne? Hallmark should sell a card. All the great thoughts he had not reached were beyond enumeration; there was no bottom to what he did not have to say about the meaning of his life. And something funny is superfluous - suicide is funny. Not enough people realize that. It's not driven by despair or revenge, it's not born of madness or bitterness or humiliation, it's not a camouflaged homicide or a grandiose display of self-loathing - it's the finishing to the running gag. He would count himself an even bigger washout to be snuffed out any other way. For anybody who loves a joke, suicide is indispensable. For a puppeteer particularly there is nothing more natural: disappear behind the screen, insert the hand , and instead of performing as yourself, take the finale as the puppet. Think about it. There is no more thoroughly amusing way to go. A man who wants to die. A living being choosing death. That's entertainment.

Philip Roth, in Sabbath's Theater

Talvez

Talvez nem tenha nome.
Anunciado só pelo frémito
da folhagem.
O riso invisível, o grito
de um pássaro, o escuro
da voz. Certa doçura,
certa violência.
O espesso, volúvel
tecido da noite agora a roçar
o corpo da água. E por fim
a muito lenta paixão
do fogo, sufocada.
Era o verão.

Eugénio de Andrade

Everything subterranean

What is happiness? The substantiality of this woman. The compound she was. The wit, the gameness, the shrewdness, the fatty tissue, the odd indulgence in high-flown words,that laugh marked with life, her responsibility to everything, not excluding her carnality - there was stature in this woman. Mockery. Play. The talent and taste for the clandestine, the knowledge that everything subterranean beats everything terranean by a mile, a certain physical poise, the poise that is the purest expression of her sexual freedom. And the conspiratorial understanding with which she spoke, her terror of the clock running down... Must everything be behind her? No! No! The ruthless lyricism of Michelle's soliloquy: and no I said no I will No.

Philip Roth in Sabbath's Theater

Suicídios Ejemplares

Libro unitario de relatos en torno del tema del suicidio. Precedente claro de Bartleby y compañía en cuanto a narrar historias de personas que se retiran de una una actividad. Lo escribí para indagar cuáles eran mis relaciones con la vida y con la muerte, sobre todo con esta última, puesto que desde la ventana de mi sexto piso se ofrecía fácil la posibilidad del vuelo. Recuerdo que mientras trazaba las historias de se conjunto de relatos teniendo en cuenta que me identifico siempre con los personajes del libro que ando en aquel momento escribiendo, sentía un cierto temor a probar mis alas y matarme.

Enrique Vila-Matas, Breve Autobiografía Literaria in
Vila-Matas Portátil, Un escritor ante la crítica
Edición de Margarita Heredia
Editorial Candaya

Autoficción

Sé, por ejemplo, que la autoficción es la autobiografia bajo sospecha. Y sé también que, mucho años antes de que oyera hablar de autoficción, escribí un libro que se llamó Recuerdos inventados, donde me apropiaba de los recuerdos de otros para construirme mis recuerdos personales. Todavía hoy sigo sin saber si eso era o no autoficción. El hecho es que con el tiempo aquellos recuerdos se me han vuelto totalmente verdaderos. Lo diré más claro: son mis recuerdos.
Tuve, eso sí, mis problemas cuando conocí a Antonio Tabucchi a quien le había robado en ese libro sus recuerdos de Porto Pim, en las Azores. Pero Tabucchi se lo tomó a bien y dio una doble vuelta de tuerca al asunto transformando los recuerdos que yo le había robado en unos recuerdos suyos inventados. Esta doble vuelta de tuerca no tiene por ahora ningún neologismo que la designe, y creo que es mejor que sea así.

Enrique Vila-Matas, Autobiografia Caprichosa in
Vila-Matas Portátil, Un escritor ante la crítica
Edición de Margarita Heredia
Editorial Candaya



Fotografia: Jean-Luc Bertini

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What if she'd married a zebra?

"My wife is a lesbian. Some asshole rabbi married her today to another woman."
"You don't know this for sure."
"My sister-in-law was there, Stella. My ex-wife stood under the chuppa with this broad, and when the time came she broke the glass. My wife is a shiksa. The two of them are lesbians. This is what Judaism has come to? I can't believe it!"
"Donald, be kind," said Sabbath. "Don't disparage the Jews for wanting to be with it. Even the Jews are up against it in the Age of Total Schlock. The Jews can't win," Sabbath said to Stella who looked to be Filipino and was, like himself, an older and wiser person. "Either they're mocked because they're still wearing their beards and waving their arms in the air or they are ridiculed by people like Donald here for being up-to-the-minute servants of the sexual revolution."
"What if she'd married a zebra?" Donald asked indignantly. "Would a rabbi have married her to a zebra?"
"Zebra or zebu?" asked Sabbath.
"What's a zebu?"
"A zebu is an east Asian cow with a large hump. Many women today are leaving husbands for zebus. Which did you say?"
"Zebra."
"Well, I think not. A rabbi wouldn't touch a zebra. Can't. They don't have cloven hooves. For a rabbi to officiate at the marriage of a person to an animal, the animal has to chew its cud and have a cloven hoof. A camel. A rabbi can marry a person to a camel. A cow. Any kind of cattle. Sheep. Can't marry someone to a rabbit, however, because even though a rabbit chews its cud, it doesn't have a cloven hoof. They also eat their own shit, which, on the face of it, you might think a point in their favor: chew their food three times. But what is required is twice. That's why a rabbi can't marry a person to a pig. Not that the pig is unclean. That's not the problem, never has been. The problem with the pig is, though it has a cloven hoof, it doesn't chew its cud. A zebra may or may not chew its cud—I don't know. But it doesn't have a cloven hoof, and with the rabbis, one strike and you're out. The rabbi can marry a person to a bull, of course. The bull is like a cow. The divine animal, the bull. The Canaanite god El—which is where the Jews got El-o-him—is a bull. Anti-Defamation League tries to downplay this, but like it or not, the El in Elohim, a bull! Basic religious Passion is to worship a bull. Damn it, Donald, you Jews ought to be proud of that. All the ancient religions were obscene. Do you know how the Egyptians imagined the origins of the universe? Any kid can read about it in his encyclopaedia. God masturbated. And his sperm flew up and created the universe."
The nurses did not look happy with the turn given to the conversation by Sabbath, and so the puppeteer decided to ad-dress them directly. "God's jerking off alarms you? Well, gods are alarming, girls. It's a god who commands you to cut off your foreskin. It's a god who commands you to sacrifice your firstborn. It's a god who commands you to leave your mother and father and go off into the wilderness. It's a god who sends you into slavery. It's a god who destroys—it's the spirit of a god that comes down to destroy—and yet it's a god who gives life. What in all of creation is as nasty and strong as this god who gives life? The God of the Torah embodies the world in all its horror. And in all its truth. You've got to hand it to the Jews. Truly rare and admirable candour. What other people's national myth reveals their God's atrocious conduct and their own? Just read the Bible, it's all there, the backsliding, idolatrous, butchering Jews and the schizophrenia of these ancient gods. What is the archetypal Bible story? story of betrayal. Of treachery. It's just one deception after an-other. And whose is the greatest voice in the Bible? Isaiah. The mad desire to obliterate all! The mad desire to save all! The greatest voice in the Bible is the voice of somebody who has lost his mind! And that God, that Hebrew God—you can't escape Him! What's shocking is not His monstrous features—plenty gods are monstrous, it seems almost to have been a prerequisite but that there's no recourse from Him. No power beyond His The most monstrous feature of God, my friends, is the totalitarianism. This vengeful, seething God, this punishment-ordaining bastard, is ultimate! Mind if I have a Pepsi?" Sabbath inquired Donald.

Philip Roth, in Sabbath's Theater

Espelho

Podes ser toda a vida imitação
tudo estudado em cada gesto exposto
papel que representas
muito exacto.

Ou podes enfrentar a solidão
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rompa entre fendas
teu final retrato

Bernardo Pinto de Almeida



dedicado.

o meu corpo

	o meu corpo como se fosse o cálice o meu sangue como se fosse o vinho estas as palavras da vida eterna até que dure o sopro que as insufla do pó em que se desfazem esse pó que enegrece o cálice o cálice donde escorre o vinho. Ana Paula Inácio