(Reading Notes Litertango program, FM La Tribu, Sunday October 24, 2010)
suburban Bridge Jorge Quiroga is a beautiful book. The Good, strong, I spoke directly to me, "as Hugo Savino said," I grab the neck, "and that summer is a step that we can not" ... Then, later noted: "A plain white, endless, lighting a summer that no one knew it was going to give. "
In suburban Bridge, weather, the scenery are near me: "The wind attacks, strikes, comes" ... or the scene 24: "Day and night are two moments that speak, and no again back, through the planting field, looking at him with stones that cover the time (only presence) to choose between innocence and misery "... Literature is, as are the stones in Jewish cemeteries ... because" life is not is crossing a field, "as did Babel scored often fulgurate life on the edge of the cemetery. Also close
I have the portrait of 45: "At a certain time of night, life and the growing concern within. The roles are reversed, where a street, now a man is wrong .... "At night there is not much difference between sickness and health ... I wrote in A rope . And
Quiroga knows that "Time true treasures that exist in the spoken words" .... And the book is right when he says: "I do not forgive him wandering around the memory ...." Resonances, which is: "Who remembers what brings you choose to believe him, and so begins another day to think, which will be reunited with friends, encouraged by the voice, none of this may be true."
"We must change things around in the middle of the night" ... suburban Bridge de Quiroga is puzzling if one is looking for something ... But to read these books have to forget everything, start again but with we have left ... No project is to write or to read, only a short experience, like the tail of a sparrow, in the words of his stories the same Babel, a Russian sad but sure did not hesitate to contradict claims that a gay man is always right. And Quiroga ... perhaps because he read some good Argentine naturalists Boedo, the group that read the Russians, knew how to put in his writing a poem, story, more or less hidden, dark, stealth ... I say it best: tight, closed: we are doomed to the hermetic, just transposed. A whole that knows it's only good piece. As in the other stories, Quiroga Pictures, tried scenes, is say, he just makes his own brand on. He said: "A glow escapes the plot." There are writers who want to light, others just follow an uncertain glow.
Then the sons are not poems but prints. Hints of narrative. Something happened, but what counts is then as it is. And that makes for smooth narrative, mystery, tell himself recalling the poetry of Montale. Everyday, is also there, said Quiroga, Saba. Italian reads.
Then, between history and the author, a voice, subjectivity and more objectivity. But in this new book by Jorge Quiroga's story is more light. And also, "It seems to speak to me but I speak of others of them" - he clarified later.
raschell in the preface says that fate sometimes coincides with the origin, the sea that reappears in the book. I guess that happens in part because it is a "write in bursts, which involves a tremendous vulnerability, because it contains an arrival, which is expressed in evidence, a terminal language, means loneliness and relentless pursuit, as a trait that the particularized. " Quiroga wrote on Zelarayán that the magazine "other." Scriptures are like a wind, without project, without end, then what is listed, is there. And I love it when it says afterwards: "The memory changes reality, is an essay, comes as a question and as there is not a bed of roses. And it's best take flight to Buenos Aires magnetized. " It goes from about Lata Zelarayán in combed when it involves "an eye to the lives collapsed. This language of rudeness, internal dialogues and questions, is the language of passion. " Events that do not accept any duality, ambiguity is better, can be like a breath that comes from always.
And still Quiroga: "Literature must be attentive to this rumor coming from unexpected things and the facts of the offenses brings the oral, which is the source of the ephemeral unambiguous and poetry. The writer only has to lend a hand to that which is dense, rich and sinister at the same time. The early literature is that subterfuge "...
literature for us is an art of listening and looking, authors of the eye and ear, that sense of reality as I said Zola. In some lines of Jorge Quiroga, Mothers , he noted: "You realize you need to look, / (out the window the event is for all)." And in suburban Bridge, on the great picture 42 expands: "We gave up our lives, we silenced, and he lived it intertwined, then it is to pay attention to what is the gesture. In the morning is the blinding clarity.
The city is repeated a few ways, it is to remind us, tearing, biting the roots, repenting, see others as they are. "
The bridge is the neighborhood, of which one is going and returning. One step. "My joy would this be read as poetry written in Bs.As" says Jorge Quiroga. The city, the image that appears over and over again in all its stories .
And when Nestor Sanchez writes about is clear: "The world holds an impossible relationship with what is happening, and the only way is to bet Sanchez found his match. Watch what you do not know, tell what we have, that is, having that process, opposing resonances. " We know: the literature is a meeting . Literature is the miracle of the meeting, in addition to meeting entreperdidos knowledge, that experience is useless when there is nothing: "We are, she keeps the events for that history culminates, through the station without stopping." Quiroga may know that women and poets do not forget, either.
Literature is meeting and we repeat Mandelstam war, "and Quiroga wrote a great sentence in the foreword an anthology of Nicolás Olivari: "The poem is known, indicates a distance, and a good defense."
confirm with each book of Jorge Quiroga I like his poetry. This book away even that step past history or Argentina in the other books is stronger and moves away from that here, a little. Raschell said there is always something to "write the generation to which one belongs" ... An air of elective time, if we accept that the meetings, when what remains , they are ... So, "Jorge Quiroga me confidence . Know how to see the time, "as Hugo Savino said.
Laura
Estrin
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