"That script was talking about the things are given, from which they receive and which are lost, I then over time, I read many books, and the best really just talking about it, sometimes to forget, but always that. "
( Entre Rios)
"atendeme Damian," said the father teaching him to count collecting stones ... My dad, when we were going to give consideration repeated: "I wrote that first letter and let you out" ...
What happens when one reads, one discovers, as I a few years ago, an author, a work, the city itself, the same time, Conception and Uruguay, to understand the locals, says Zelarayán?
What do you do with it is so close and so good?
Rivers Damian The language is a smooth, quiet, real, not without mannerisms baroque and unreasonable. A clear work. Entre Ríos is that where it says "The germ or Monica." Entre Rios or Conception, the place of these, but these themselves, "like a parrot tired" or "east wind, rain and plague." And Bessi school where I finished second grade and Damian until he went to live with Grandma Carmen. School Bessi Bessi by sisters, I did, Damian account and gives me his book. With the dirt courtyard and worms that kids put us in the dust ... ghosts of childhood.
And now, recently, I see the part Uhart Damian Rios, his writing ... he says on the front page of the book ... and here I find: "sweeping the shaded part of the sidewalk." And I see the words time and time zone so as I said to Zelarayán-as "espamento doing both." Increasing I saw the other side of town, I lived on the side of the Ministry where the water did not come but once climbed up to two blocks behind my house. And Damien lived in and with other brands, "the bridge of Suipacha" the trench. But increasingly, "kind of sad," was something to see for everyone. Damian knows
"write a novel with checks." Pass behind the College of Uruguay, where he was me, because Damian was the Industrial, where were my friends today so far: Dito and Fabio. And he gets so well these blue lights going up and down the fronts of houses, a memory mirroring. And Damian treasured knowledge of people, cruelty and people who do not sleep in the morning, "actual observations," says the book and writes, "tells the one who knows and writes to know." Hebe
Uhart claimed in an interview these days who do not know why Argentina literature does good dialogue. D. Rios makes perfect crosses:
"" He's fishing, "said Piche.
And another answered:
"And he was alone."
The trench, the stream of the Souls, who lived outside the walls for me closer to the square Ramírez, literature and come to find there, there ... But more than what I feel and I know there must be in entrerrianos and all the work of D. Rivers. As Bernard, the fools who sent "Groove", a joke that was repeated at home, and was a school for disabled people "and that he understands that you can" as Aira said. And now Damian transvestite know if the names ... I think not ... "the Damien is Damien ... We, I and all our stuff we read some in Concepción and although the" Rys "is the Rys, not read ... almost anything ... Not all are required to read and curiosity is only greed of a few, literature, fortunately, is not immutable mandatory ... There are people who do not even see themselves when it is portrayed and I have thousands of cases ... but the boys
, cousins \u200b\u200bof entrerrianos expect rain and growing. Similar and very different from Wernicke. And do not invent almost anything. The familiar language, they do. Is one, the language childhood, where almost everything ... But we must understand this ... it's like when you say "all written" ... and knows that "not all written, only a few among all" ... And that force, that force meeting, than it really is, and so well written out, like the cry of gurí Zelarayán entrerriano I found in what might be called "portray one's own language:" The rain, he said later, wanting to say something. " The flood itself, I called years ago. Portraying
portray a customer is watching the storm and last names that I recognize there: Don Caire, the dead by the growing Sandoval ... the names, surnames, are not the same throughout our country. Immigrations were others. So I thought "The provincial tour." In Entre Ríos more Jewish names that Arabs, I think, the opposite of what happens in the north.
And the picture is sharp, as the rising sun. And there are many things, transposed, remembered: the return to the square of the city trucks, line 4 groups (I do not think there were more than two or three when we were kids with Damian), the bus station today and aging but in the '70-'80 was a new building with hotel and everything. Although it was Esso front of the beach area ...
remains And the portrait is known portrait, the hardest thing there, a face, the literary portrait is a face: "Every time it seems that something will happen in these blocks, but at this time no anything can happen. " And I know why I feel stronger when I read that the repeater channel 7 began transmitting at 7 pm, before the afternoon, had to settle for 3, Paysandu and 12 Fray Bentos .. . but if there was a storm ... Channel 9 appeared between gray and black stripes ...
And always inevitable, there is an essay on memory and forgetting in these stories: "First I get the oblivion of the noise, then the words. The forgetfulness that comes is round, white, porous, infinite is done so for one to fill it with loads of new sounds, lies. I have left, then, silent images, unnamed colors, then I put the noise and smells that I, like writing on a letterhead. " And partly contrasts with "certain things that come from inside of something" and what they mean is then: tell a story that no one knows if it's important or if it is the scenery ... so says entrerrianos .
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And where was finally my dad's office, where he began to leave the grandmother of Damien, the spa, where some teachers were single and hairstyles, and other things that Damian's grandmother remembered for him to know, look, feel, and they spoke for "Only then starts to write to me: the rest is a score."
Inside 50s grew up, that I read in an anthology of poets from the north and it is true, but Damian Rios in the '80s and '90s could not speak as an old man "today is that ...." The inside is always a story last time.
Y is the log of coming to Buenos Aires collectively, how to maneuver the bus leaves the terminal, an accuracy of the look that assaults the heart: "That, having that. Because you will know that the return will not be the same "... as I said the girl marplatense Melo coffee one day, walking down Las Heras ..." when we have been age 2 or 3 years "and she was only 21! And
appear Club Rivadavia Street and Lorenzo Sartorio and few dates ... I have nothing but joy and sadness nostalgic for the time of the soul over there when I read the memories of Damian, your novel, the only poets can write a detached dwelling: "What the fuck is agreed. I have to write the first thing that comes to mind, if I had to get here I can not err. I have to be precise, play well. "
I never thought I never wanted to return to live there ... but I remember it all ... As you see clarito Damian "heaven or camaraderie" which is entangled with the memories of those loves cute, warm, and hence the mention of people who I think, very few recognize: Villa Mantero, which they say "Mantero," or the old road to Columbus ... phrases that you recognize as belonging to those times there, never name them here. And there are mysteries, is experience, vision and poetry is honest: "But for me there is no skill that's worth, I am interested in honesty. Being honest is infinitely more difficult than being right, "says Damian Rios.
Finally go around a bit some of his sentences because "Someone comes and tells her story" ... because "Memory is flat, has no way to represent nothing but pictures, just goes with with something like the sound of a projector background, a cushion ... Damian Rios
type, select: "What is called inspiration in general can be understood as compliance orders (...) The report warns, birdie, but it represents. No sun. "Rivers is on the lyrical best, fair, just had a radio Noblex as there was also at home. Damian portrays what is hanging around in the body: "What does Damian, nothing, I'm telling the story of us all of what we did." Once
spoke with Damien about how we talk when we returned to Concepcion and conventions that one never comes at all ... but go and say hello 14 years after the golden Bessi school girlfriend ... because also in Buenos Aires is "Caserito (that) was like me, nothing but time had run more in Entre Ríos and read very little ..." And my last
underscore is also something that I could tell my sister who recently returned to Concepción to meet childhood companions, "Well, sister, I'm not talking about the past, I'm talking about the marks of the past in a voice that is now mine."
Laura Estrin
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