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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Valhrona Chocolate Ocado
morning sun at the wrong lime Religion
When I was born I found my grudges. were there, waiting. Next to the crib.
On the terrace of the air play the Lemon morning sun is slowly calmed me lonely I just go nuts barely won almost smell is mine encouraged me to put lime in the water do not ever want to the cage I'm away I do not miss anything no wonder the sun in the morning and put the leg on the terrace is slow almost no noise yard trees down, I do sign are as enshrined pillage the realism of its pathos is not spring There are vultures.
parent bread of God.
children: happy. Very few unfortunate episodes.
heritage: relative poverty. The misery, ever. At twelve homeownership. Kitchen bathroom at home.
why, then, that unforgiving spirit, if everything was going well, things were clear, spring water, I did not want to be a man, I wanted to be work as the only German poet says, work: reading, writing. When this crazy man? Claim excessive if one takes into account the place of my birth. When takes the thread in these notes. It's my novel about nothing but there are many family and friends and acquaintances. Is for people who want to read something that sounds at different speed.
not go : Invitations: abstain. Do not be invited. I do not know why, but do not go anywhere.
social respect: an idiot with some money, received in events, give talks, wanting to be respected. Mania respect. Social progress with this gift. Is a possibility.
forget: I can not, resentment of the city. Is the bitterness of the province, does not interest me, is to settle, rub, push, kill, become the damned, they want more: it was a lie. Its followers were seeking approval from the center. My memory is to blame. I blame society. Do not loose the crop.
project: to withdraw from the world. Milton Rodriguez has this sublime phrase: do not worry I show you some tricks to live with little money. Now is releasing a book. Hiding in the world. An inaccessible house, a bunker is best.
quoted: "That is my movie about the American family. Perhaps the project into a festival. I do not know and I do not care. There are always people willing to go see something new and different. " Telegraph
: Delo writes to: "You rich, and I come from lower class. You put it on your own key language on the scrap. That difference insurmountable. I carry untold secrets. And I'm not where I'm not accepted. Friendship impossible ours. "
mother again and again : fierce humor.
father : compulsive gambler. Died sad. Changed to honorable work.
housing There were two parts-two rooms to the street in a tenement yard. Kitchen cardboard sheet on the patio. Cooking kerosene.
salvation: a radio.
busts : Chopin yellow bronze. Beethoven's head was loose and made it look at the wall.
readings: novels, which fell into the hands: Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, Uncle Tom's Cabin-Bomb-Salgari-Verne. Comic books, six weeks. Graph.
film : westerns exclusively. Hence his pro-Americanism never reneged. What separated him from friends and authors.
error: leave this old world for some culture, the world of culture, more error, together with small spoiled rich bourgeois intellectuals who write vocal oh written demand are respectable but honestly a little scared all at a loss for him to translate for those people who cheated. She wrote a picture book out of that dull scene. Now definitely not alone. It seems melodramatic. I can not say otherwise. He says the wind, go with Elijah who smokes like a toad, and smoke and ash fall in the wind whispers in pitch Elias, bored, and it increases the clarity, and Rufino murmur over the mouth does not open.
friends to tag: no, just that, no. Apenadísimo pain.
strategy: build a defensive unit to avoid doing: confessions, complaints, explanations, not to tell anyone. Tasted bitter it is to have something intimate. We pass through the sieve of the interpretation and Chimento. Avoid trampling analytical. Just put the blame for writing. Publication. The reproach against the propaganda of happiness. Happiness is something intimate and secret.
words: monotone, narrow courtyard, mishiadura, the trot, harness, spoons, Part.
very recent discovery: The ability to isolate.
work: a conspiracy hatched by former false-friends to starve closed its doors nearly translation all publishers, a publisher of independent so-called old tradition offers work for free as a way to patch the discredit, another asks for a report on possible works. He sent word that he would not for a bookseller.
possible uses: difficult. After the experience with Cuban writer who wrote memorable books critical of the study was never replace, the American College, guardian and rector and dean of literary authority made an agreement with private companies ranging from Miami to Tierra del Fuego that no writer of this sort is employed.
invitations: baby steps by the pool I jumped at me wind leads, no, no let me invite least wealthy lovers of culture. Lesson learned from the Argentine Wilder, Wilder German. He told the fat wrapped in orange paper Adorno is taken to licking crab soup like cats and do not fuck. Tweety hang sheets in the kitchen and I hope the ink dries.
old love: it goes by Peña, Canning to Las Heras. It's the worst walk away he saw in his life. She is going to be legs, slowly, rancor that unites them away pure melodrama. He's a clerical drudge has a head full of books. No longer looking at him, never would look, spring evening at seven heaven he did not have a cloud like that blue dress for the first time, a northwest wind that nobody expected and saw him walking coast to other parts, looks at her lost eyes, black hair that went into those eyes Sivori, yes, a was, or ever once was. Nor the hope of secrets, is only the phrase, that once, only with their poor literary quirks idiot who writes books or you can pay the light. She will walk away flies below solid future baldoserío Peña snore, he remains a pariah in that corner of the corner of daydreaming in the gray evening light now does she cry? Is it free? What is left behind? What I play Last go to oblivion? "Went on to oblivion? Everything? "Transformed into oblivion?
third person : lime sky horrible six in five in the morning. Calle asleep. Insomnia. Clatter of hoofs, would sound off. Noises are hardly hear any ear, is the night without rumors, again the club meeting where that was much talk yesterday, the stigma of mania damn parrot that encourages your little woman, no longer listens. She starts and then look out the window, bored of the drone philosopher, that can teaching. Poor women have to put it up. The other spoke and he listened and now insomnia. He spoke in aphorisms. Damn aphorisms. Aphoristic hates the guys. Nietzsche burned them coconuts. Do not want to be a furious rate. But there are rumors nights. It was all I could hear that no rumors. Always thought to be a pioneer of something. That's why I bored the guys who talk a lot. So love the tomes. Six hundred pages are their refuge. That an unreachable loneliness. How many read tome? You see last night apologizing and leaving the conference. That lecturer husband of her friend that puts men in motion. Release. But is a few days before succumbing to the invitation. That's what hurts. Ceder. Avoid anger. Do not accept invitations.
ago : crescent that dry, hard, cracked like a wall. Yesterday the street lights went out before noon. The cars started the queue at 11 pm.
Francisco cock: cock desolate not sing, never could put the cock crows am desolate I do not know why. This is fucking dumb, dumb born in Sarandi. He grew up in a corner. And just know bite calloused fingers. It's a passion. Cock, of course. Devastated but not a poor rooster. Paseandero arrogant. Release him in the backyard, on the other side of the fence, so they do not eat tomatoes, and then went round and round. I looked at him a lot. Gallo probation.
the pipe and mucus : always, with the beige canvas bag - burlap? - Mitre walks Lavalle, Italian peasant-hat campirano where he got it. Sudden onset of terror lonely Another frightened child? Damn brand of fear.
quoted: "Telling stories is telling lies."
her, its venom classic: What counts?, Counts for nothing, where history gets?: he : nothing. Never mind anything. Hate to tell. Pure literature makes against applied literature.
her, maliciously applied, snake in response, unsound, cut no history in two - story sense - here, events there, he : does not like references, not splash in the imitable. Was released from the cradle.
Rita's house, doors closed, blinds drawn. Elias looked at the hall a few days ago, painted yellow clearly, there was the meeting right there in despair, then that love crazy and neighborhood began in the moonlight, we favor that happiness is there in that meeting, she holds her legs Tero walking on the street not far from Pisa left his fourteen years cornered by mechanical Hollywood Park history Northwest Wind, now there looks to Elijah, so long without seeing it will be dull and she is afraid of losing to be a passage of life Rita, a poor tenement hallway she evoked the this fear is fear of the past but now I look at Elijah with those almond eyes are about to mourn skinny grimaces of disgust when you eat this thing with polenta and ham chuequita he eats it eats all the grace of blue skirt of maricastaña, missing you and she looks at Wilhelmine Rita drops on the leaves reach the hall. Now against the blue sky breathes Rita legs just rattle apart on the morning of slowness.
The fucking scary. It is old, old world, is cursed, and please, do not want it, I hate, fear putísimo fucking, fucking shit putísimo failure and their apologists.
It's there, it's almost an essence and put the handcuffs alone your soul, be sent to gayola good, to ask permission, to surrender to the authority because almost essential, in keeping with the predictable.
Sitting, looking out the window, the street or in a vacuum or front window to the neighbor who is going to sweep.
ambitions: fluctuating, messy, things Changuito, espadrille work, half Protestant hymn, complete with whispering whispering so you do not look sideways to reach infinite list hand.
quoted: "I become increasingly hard to parasites."
I wear the cassock of street left the bunker I leave the cave a little whorehouse leave the shutters open in Henrietta I forget what it was all why do not we mentioned it kicked the rooster and not soup or stew made occasional kick especially when the rooster outfit went boy shorts pique a child almost as obnoxious grandchildren bees of paradise.
Hugo Savino 
When I was born I found my grudges. were there, waiting. Next to the crib.
On the terrace of the air play the Lemon morning sun is slowly calmed me lonely I just go nuts barely won almost smell is mine encouraged me to put lime in the water do not ever want to the cage I'm away I do not miss anything no wonder the sun in the morning and put the leg on the terrace is slow almost no noise yard trees down, I do sign are as enshrined pillage the realism of its pathos is not spring There are vultures.
parent bread of God.
children: happy. Very few unfortunate episodes.
heritage: relative poverty. The misery, ever. At twelve homeownership. Kitchen bathroom at home.
why, then, that unforgiving spirit, if everything was going well, things were clear, spring water, I did not want to be a man, I wanted to be work as the only German poet says, work: reading, writing. When this crazy man? Claim excessive if one takes into account the place of my birth. When takes the thread in these notes. It's my novel about nothing but there are many family and friends and acquaintances. Is for people who want to read something that sounds at different speed.
not go : Invitations: abstain. Do not be invited. I do not know why, but do not go anywhere.
social respect: an idiot with some money, received in events, give talks, wanting to be respected. Mania respect. Social progress with this gift. Is a possibility.
forget: I can not, resentment of the city. Is the bitterness of the province, does not interest me, is to settle, rub, push, kill, become the damned, they want more: it was a lie. Its followers were seeking approval from the center. My memory is to blame. I blame society. Do not loose the crop.
project: to withdraw from the world. Milton Rodriguez has this sublime phrase: do not worry I show you some tricks to live with little money. Now is releasing a book. Hiding in the world. An inaccessible house, a bunker is best.
quoted: "That is my movie about the American family. Perhaps the project into a festival. I do not know and I do not care. There are always people willing to go see something new and different. " Telegraph
: Delo writes to: "You rich, and I come from lower class. You put it on your own key language on the scrap. That difference insurmountable. I carry untold secrets. And I'm not where I'm not accepted. Friendship impossible ours. "
mother again and again : fierce humor.
father : compulsive gambler. Died sad. Changed to honorable work.
housing There were two parts-two rooms to the street in a tenement yard. Kitchen cardboard sheet on the patio. Cooking kerosene.
salvation: a radio.
busts : Chopin yellow bronze. Beethoven's head was loose and made it look at the wall.
readings: novels, which fell into the hands: Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, Uncle Tom's Cabin-Bomb-Salgari-Verne. Comic books, six weeks. Graph.
film : westerns exclusively. Hence his pro-Americanism never reneged. What separated him from friends and authors.
error: leave this old world for some culture, the world of culture, more error, together with small spoiled rich bourgeois intellectuals who write vocal oh written demand are respectable but honestly a little scared all at a loss for him to translate for those people who cheated. She wrote a picture book out of that dull scene. Now definitely not alone. It seems melodramatic. I can not say otherwise. He says the wind, go with Elijah who smokes like a toad, and smoke and ash fall in the wind whispers in pitch Elias, bored, and it increases the clarity, and Rufino murmur over the mouth does not open.
friends to tag: no, just that, no. Apenadísimo pain.
strategy: build a defensive unit to avoid doing: confessions, complaints, explanations, not to tell anyone. Tasted bitter it is to have something intimate. We pass through the sieve of the interpretation and Chimento. Avoid trampling analytical. Just put the blame for writing. Publication. The reproach against the propaganda of happiness. Happiness is something intimate and secret.
words: monotone, narrow courtyard, mishiadura, the trot, harness, spoons, Part.
very recent discovery: The ability to isolate.
work: a conspiracy hatched by former false-friends to starve closed its doors nearly translation all publishers, a publisher of independent so-called old tradition offers work for free as a way to patch the discredit, another asks for a report on possible works. He sent word that he would not for a bookseller.
possible uses: difficult. After the experience with Cuban writer who wrote memorable books critical of the study was never replace, the American College, guardian and rector and dean of literary authority made an agreement with private companies ranging from Miami to Tierra del Fuego that no writer of this sort is employed.
invitations: baby steps by the pool I jumped at me wind leads, no, no let me invite least wealthy lovers of culture. Lesson learned from the Argentine Wilder, Wilder German. He told the fat wrapped in orange paper Adorno is taken to licking crab soup like cats and do not fuck. Tweety hang sheets in the kitchen and I hope the ink dries.
old love: it goes by Peña, Canning to Las Heras. It's the worst walk away he saw in his life. She is going to be legs, slowly, rancor that unites them away pure melodrama. He's a clerical drudge has a head full of books. No longer looking at him, never would look, spring evening at seven heaven he did not have a cloud like that blue dress for the first time, a northwest wind that nobody expected and saw him walking coast to other parts, looks at her lost eyes, black hair that went into those eyes Sivori, yes, a was, or ever once was. Nor the hope of secrets, is only the phrase, that once, only with their poor literary quirks idiot who writes books or you can pay the light. She will walk away flies below solid future baldoserío Peña snore, he remains a pariah in that corner of the corner of daydreaming in the gray evening light now does she cry? Is it free? What is left behind? What I play Last go to oblivion? "Went on to oblivion? Everything? "Transformed into oblivion?
third person : lime sky horrible six in five in the morning. Calle asleep. Insomnia. Clatter of hoofs, would sound off. Noises are hardly hear any ear, is the night without rumors, again the club meeting where that was much talk yesterday, the stigma of mania damn parrot that encourages your little woman, no longer listens. She starts and then look out the window, bored of the drone philosopher, that can teaching. Poor women have to put it up. The other spoke and he listened and now insomnia. He spoke in aphorisms. Damn aphorisms. Aphoristic hates the guys. Nietzsche burned them coconuts. Do not want to be a furious rate. But there are rumors nights. It was all I could hear that no rumors. Always thought to be a pioneer of something. That's why I bored the guys who talk a lot. So love the tomes. Six hundred pages are their refuge. That an unreachable loneliness. How many read tome? You see last night apologizing and leaving the conference. That lecturer husband of her friend that puts men in motion. Release. But is a few days before succumbing to the invitation. That's what hurts. Ceder. Avoid anger. Do not accept invitations.
ago : crescent that dry, hard, cracked like a wall. Yesterday the street lights went out before noon. The cars started the queue at 11 pm.
Francisco cock: cock desolate not sing, never could put the cock crows am desolate I do not know why. This is fucking dumb, dumb born in Sarandi. He grew up in a corner. And just know bite calloused fingers. It's a passion. Cock, of course. Devastated but not a poor rooster. Paseandero arrogant. Release him in the backyard, on the other side of the fence, so they do not eat tomatoes, and then went round and round. I looked at him a lot. Gallo probation.
the pipe and mucus : always, with the beige canvas bag - burlap? - Mitre walks Lavalle, Italian peasant-hat campirano where he got it. Sudden onset of terror lonely Another frightened child? Damn brand of fear.
quoted: "Telling stories is telling lies."
her, its venom classic: What counts?, Counts for nothing, where history gets?: he : nothing. Never mind anything. Hate to tell. Pure literature makes against applied literature.
her, maliciously applied, snake in response, unsound, cut no history in two - story sense - here, events there, he : does not like references, not splash in the imitable. Was released from the cradle.
Rita's house, doors closed, blinds drawn. Elias looked at the hall a few days ago, painted yellow clearly, there was the meeting right there in despair, then that love crazy and neighborhood began in the moonlight, we favor that happiness is there in that meeting, she holds her legs Tero walking on the street not far from Pisa left his fourteen years cornered by mechanical Hollywood Park history Northwest Wind, now there looks to Elijah, so long without seeing it will be dull and she is afraid of losing to be a passage of life Rita, a poor tenement hallway she evoked the this fear is fear of the past but now I look at Elijah with those almond eyes are about to mourn skinny grimaces of disgust when you eat this thing with polenta and ham chuequita he eats it eats all the grace of blue skirt of maricastaña, missing you and she looks at Wilhelmine Rita drops on the leaves reach the hall. Now against the blue sky breathes Rita legs just rattle apart on the morning of slowness.
The fucking scary. It is old, old world, is cursed, and please, do not want it, I hate, fear putísimo fucking, fucking shit putísimo failure and their apologists.
It's there, it's almost an essence and put the handcuffs alone your soul, be sent to gayola good, to ask permission, to surrender to the authority because almost essential, in keeping with the predictable.
Sitting, looking out the window, the street or in a vacuum or front window to the neighbor who is going to sweep.
ambitions: fluctuating, messy, things Changuito, espadrille work, half Protestant hymn, complete with whispering whispering so you do not look sideways to reach infinite list hand.
quoted: "I become increasingly hard to parasites."
I wear the cassock of street left the bunker I leave the cave a little whorehouse leave the shutters open in Henrietta I forget what it was all why do not we mentioned it kicked the rooster and not soup or stew made occasional kick especially when the rooster outfit went boy shorts pique a child almost as obnoxious grandchildren bees of paradise.
Hugo Savino
Sunday, February 20, 2011
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Monday, February 14, 2011
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"and I'm happy as long as it
was removed by standard."
Pier Paolo Pasolini, La religión de mi tiempo
Encuentro una nueva forma de divinidad en cada una de las obras que me interesan. No es por insistir, o quizás si. Pero quizás sea un deseo contenido dentro de mí que se expresa en todos mis escritos: se necesita una nueva forma de creer. Y el problema de la fe es hoy uno de los temas centrales aunque todos quieran mirar para otro lado.
En el documental Jesus Camp. Soldados de Dios se muestra una tarea de aleccionamiento por parte de unos evangelistas hacia unos niños que, vestidos como militares, danzan, gritan, lloran y bailan. Todo de una manera desastrosamente extática. Estos evangelistas relacionan directamente, without any mediation logic, the idea of \u200b\u200bloving God with the war in Iraq and reject a book for publishing the witchcraft, this book is Harry Potter . Fools are everywhere, but it seems more in the U.S.. Or maybe the crazy Americans have a symbolic scaffolding fools of our country do not have. Those here remain in a simple gesture of opposition to ... without dislodging an idea of \u200b\u200bthe head, although it is crazy (this can be seen in opposition were as frigid that certain Members positioning against gay marriage.)
But beyond these borders of allocations of religions believe it is necessary to believe in something. These beliefs dye our options, also the aesthetic, and perhaps I can, someday, work quietly, without calling into question both how the symbolic world constructed that each can experience in your body and if you have enough weapons, which can be translated into deeds art.
Pasolini, perhaps, may be the key to finding a way out of religion, as understood by the Vatican. In the book Divine Mimesis presents the truncated rise to a mimesis in reality, not as real but as divine space. In this ascent will encounter with different characters. The remembrance of title to two books that work the problem of divinity is too obvious. Recall Chapter "The scar of Ulysses" Mimesis Auerbach which opposes the one hand, work with language in the Greek epic, which produces a surface survey, ie the plot unfolds from objects and characters and their living and travel around the world (much like what, poetry Argentina in the eighties, called objectivism but with the dynamism that this poetry was not always so faithful to the fixed object static) and on the other hand, work with language in the Jewish epic, which produces an in-depth tour, where it does not matter so much the actions of the characters, but how deep cove word God (like a blade that produces a cut in the body) in men who are persecuted by other men. In this sense, the Bible has an awareness of the multiplicity and the opacity of the word The Iliad and The Odyssey nots. In the nineteenth century, Gustave Flaubert wrote to Louise Colet one of her many love letters:
"No, I'm an old man! The old men were not nervous diseases, as I am not you are the Greek , or Latin, are beyond: the romance has gone out there. Christianity, but want to deny it, has come to enlarge this, but spoiling, introducing the pain. The human heart is not enlarged but you tear a leaf. "
The idea of \u200b\u200blove, and not platonic, but linked to pain, as this author, is the cause of Christianity (we could say that it is also because of the Baroque he saw at the time of communion an act of cannibalism, now we eat a finger of Christ or one of his intestines ... and be renewed when Perlongher explain one of his stories were collected in Papers refuseniks is the neo-baroque textual-sexual slashed in the body).
After all these historical landmarks, can we be so naive to turn the page and say "God is dead", lobotomized of that way? We believe it is necessary to commit suicide. The belief has more to do with a floor from which to guide our lives that a well-established paradigm dictated by the Vatican. Perhaps we might call prejudices, beliefs, symbolic level or whatever you call, do not care. That's right.
Finally, I would add that one person in a fiction, went on to write that world where God really was dead. That was Héctor Libertella in Saussure Tree: World Utopian but chilling, where this is eating all the time and were only subjects with no history, sleepwalking, which can only be defined by a bottom o arriba de un árbol, el de Saussure.
Mariano Massone
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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About Skin Horse Ricardo Zelarayán
A pesar de que Ricardo Zelarayán diga que La piel de Caballo “narra la incursión fugaz en Buenos Aires de un provinciano pequeño burgués, marginal y resentido” ( La piel de caballo , Buenos Aires, Adriana Hidalgo, 1999), nosotros nos aventuramos a decir que es mucho más, que esa frase no es más que el esqueleto del personaje, ya que la novela es una muestra fidedigna de un realismo que explota su objeto y no por eso abandona su contexto, no por eso lo encapsula. La piel de Caballo es un trabajo minucioso con el lenguaje while a rodeo, an attempt to define the idiosyncrasies of a city, try crystallizes in Peronism, the tango and the violence of an era. Written shortly after Peron's death, is the harbinger of something black: 1975, the failure of the political vanguard and all what came later.
According to Martin Prieto ( Brief history of literature Argentina, Buenos Aires, Taurus, 2006, chap. XV), the national life to the realistic (and here joins the group Zelarayán Literal) bypasses the representation, figure or the idea that replaces reality, but goes only by the language. Of Hence Zelarayán work with other languages, with fragments, which in turn bring their footprint, its geographical brand, according to Laura Estrin, "the voice that is geography that literature can bring us" (Preface to Lata combed and other writings , Buenos Aires, Argonauta, 2008). Juanito Laguna and was composed of remnants of trash, materials, Chuck has a language, heterogeneous moments combined with strong regional brands with a more formal speech and less colorful: "What do you mean via exit? (...) I was half confused: At this correntino I had put him on purpose to throw your tongue? "(...)" I left policillón umbrella! Do not take me the whore, I will not take her, taco mater, green guts cop "(...)" Well, there in the same office behind the counter where a week before the primary gave me one hard tap callus as a block of marble, I expected the same Cardoso in shirtsleeves and a stub idem who was in charge of typing my last statement ... "( horse's skin)
Zelarayán up your character in different languages \u200b\u200bbecause they understand there is no private ownership of language and therefore a subject that pass through endless speeches at the same time. The narrator speaks more adapted a regional, related to its origin, its youth, to talk as equals with the police, to "enter" the circumstantial world they will live (the station) and transfer the best, knows that bringing out their provincialism get a better deal. But it remains to show that language has a more "polished" when narrating.
This is just a start, the regional language, geographic voice, becomes (in the course of the novel) into a true monument vocal (Estrin, op.cit. ). Comes into play what the author said in the postscript to debts space obsession: "If Reality is somewhere, is in the language. "( space obsession, Buenos Aires, Atuel, 1997). The realism of Zelarayán knows his subject but does not stop there, goes further, looking for a twist of the same, that is what we want to return. Francis Ponge said that writing is unfailingly the proverb claims, which tends toward the object to things that one writes for a future repetition, for future use of that object: proverbial writing. "I think when you write, even if it takes place only a newspaper article, it tends towards the proverb (in the limit of course). It is intended to serve several times, and the limit for everyone, in all circumstances, to win the set when well placed in an argument. Even in a market, which brings up a proverb (when two people argue), which issues a proverb at the right time, won. That's the game. When you write it seems that the bottom is for it, whether you realize it or not. This tends to a kind of oracular quality. But then what are the true oracles? Would not it be something other than just the puzzles, however perfect they were? Do not be objects? Things what always be interpreted in any way? So, want to create something that has the qualities of the object, nothing seems more normal. I have been criticized for tending to the object (...) I think it is in the background so they tend (...) all the writers, whoever they are. "(Francis Ponge, Oral Tentative , trans. Silvio Mattoni, Córdoba, Alcyone, 1995). Writing object, writing usable as the proverb can win a game if used at the right time. Ponge's maxim in his lecture of 1947 was that "it is not to claim more than what is objectively done."
Zelarayán
double the bet when goes beyond that purpose. At times it borrows and builds a voice, as when listening to a drunken conversation, celebrating the event because of its raw material out there. But we said that does not stop at that first step of collecting-constructor (like the example we gave in the previous paragraph) but went further, and that beyond is when you take an object and breaks it, saying, transforms to make another. Taking language as if it were glass, he uses it in all its forms, literature builds small debris that is out there in the city in the country, in the slums (Home Avenue and South Sarandi) a bar, an office, but also of using these waste takes more defined objects (the sayings, proverbs) and crushed and the glass bottle to form another, break the object and makes another. Apparently, something on the order of reality is not what it seems. By far a gift horse but about a runaway horse , something has changed. If the context had to be found in the text, its linguistic traces, horse's skin is broken skin of a speech: "A wild horse is not measured trot," "More Buenos Aires will be your mother! The mouth is you to step aside ... "" There is no worse mute who will not speak! " "I open and gets just as he owned the place." "When there is hunger there is no bread or soft" ( space obsession )
Zelarayán Ricardo's prose is poetry that demands to be read in aloud, and the same work that we saw with the sayings (proverbs with objects, well defined) we also see more confused with the tango. At times it seems that in the novel's voice is filtered Julio Sosa (the milonga between magnates with its crazy temptations ") singing a snippet of Mano a mano (1918):" La milonga between bacanes and the ball in bigs !. " And even more visible with Old Time Tango Manuel Romero and Francisco Canaro (1926) that says "where are the boys then / old bar yesterday / where is / Me and I only stayed brother / me and you alone / to remember / you remember those women / mining faithful-hearted / aura in the dances of fighting / defending his love everyone "," Where are the lovers then, where the love in the open, where campiriño love, scared of the neighborhood? And my friends so fresh ... The tow bar ... Where the Jeta'e Catfish? Where the Chirusita Alcira? And the Reynaldo and Caramel? "( The horsehide)
The novel-if it can call it that opens and closes with an episode of excessive and unjustified violence, at least from the standpoint of the narrative. This is not a minor detail, because as we advance to the top, written between December 1974 and January 1975, just months after the death of Peron. Time in Argentina's history where they intersect the apex of the armed struggle and the threshold of the bloodiest dictatorship in history. Recall that during that year (1975) will be held called "Operation Independence" in the Province of Tucumán, where the company will face mount "Ramón Rosa Jiménez P ER and FF. AA which was already commander in chief Jorge Rafael Videla.
The final scene is a parody of collective class struggle (between the nut and the bus driver) that is supported not only by the protagonist but he is not even understood: hilarious battle is presented as a farce. Nancy Fernandez said Zelarayán, "recalls the first and third presidential Peronist" (Fernandez, Nancy, Cucurto and Zelarayán , in Rev. The interpreter No. 29, December, 2006), Skin Horse say that more than the first and third Peronist presidency (without denying that there are textual references in novel) which is present is the political situation where the actors have changed. So the protagonist says: "How will I have faded the heads of 17!". And Chuck, do not include youth (seeing it as suicidal and utopian) that far from a reform is on the whole and dares to ask the revolution: "A noisy demonstration entered the Irish side of the meadow! (...) And they turned dutifully! (...) The human ants meekly followed his path by the green little camp over there, far away, where waving a red flag and could see a table on the grass with three little men, one megaphone shouting in hand. "
The ideological crisis, national staff and speaking in the prologue of the novel is always present. The figure does not include the political actors who in turn do not understand the social subject. Both Pilar Calveiro in policy and / or violence (2005) as Edward Weisz in The PRT-ERP (2006) argue that some of the keys to understanding the failure of the political vanguard in the 70 are: excessive militarism , lack of policy and inability to understand the social subject. This coupled with the mass reflow of year 75 and the bloody offensive of the FF. AA. Some of this, what will be the prelude to the subsequent genocide, springs innocently Zelarayán the novel: "Suddenly the cries Chirucita. "We will look at Jeta between the two, thin, promise me!" "I told you so," I reply. "Look, lean, if the Jeta appear now, I swear I'd be afraid as if it were a ghost!" Skin Horse
Lukacs said that "a poetry of things , independent individuals, individual destinies, there is not literature. "When we speak of the work done with the Zelarayán object, we take it to the proverb-object, the sayings, the sayings and to a lesser extent to the letters tango as that which is created to re-use and future use, in the same way that creates a glass (Ponge). If for Zelarayán not have mediation or idea that language representation as reality, history in horse's skin is registered enter-break-in that language, such language objects.
Gabriel Curtis 
A pesar de que Ricardo Zelarayán diga que La piel de Caballo “narra la incursión fugaz en Buenos Aires de un provinciano pequeño burgués, marginal y resentido” ( La piel de caballo , Buenos Aires, Adriana Hidalgo, 1999), nosotros nos aventuramos a decir que es mucho más, que esa frase no es más que el esqueleto del personaje, ya que la novela es una muestra fidedigna de un realismo que explota su objeto y no por eso abandona su contexto, no por eso lo encapsula. La piel de Caballo es un trabajo minucioso con el lenguaje while a rodeo, an attempt to define the idiosyncrasies of a city, try crystallizes in Peronism, the tango and the violence of an era. Written shortly after Peron's death, is the harbinger of something black: 1975, the failure of the political vanguard and all what came later.
According to Martin Prieto ( Brief history of literature Argentina, Buenos Aires, Taurus, 2006, chap. XV), the national life to the realistic (and here joins the group Zelarayán Literal) bypasses the representation, figure or the idea that replaces reality, but goes only by the language. Of Hence Zelarayán work with other languages, with fragments, which in turn bring their footprint, its geographical brand, according to Laura Estrin, "the voice that is geography that literature can bring us" (Preface to Lata combed and other writings , Buenos Aires, Argonauta, 2008). Juanito Laguna and was composed of remnants of trash, materials, Chuck has a language, heterogeneous moments combined with strong regional brands with a more formal speech and less colorful: "What do you mean via exit? (...) I was half confused: At this correntino I had put him on purpose to throw your tongue? "(...)" I left policillón umbrella! Do not take me the whore, I will not take her, taco mater, green guts cop "(...)" Well, there in the same office behind the counter where a week before the primary gave me one hard tap callus as a block of marble, I expected the same Cardoso in shirtsleeves and a stub idem who was in charge of typing my last statement ... "( horse's skin)
Zelarayán up your character in different languages \u200b\u200bbecause they understand there is no private ownership of language and therefore a subject that pass through endless speeches at the same time. The narrator speaks more adapted a regional, related to its origin, its youth, to talk as equals with the police, to "enter" the circumstantial world they will live (the station) and transfer the best, knows that bringing out their provincialism get a better deal. But it remains to show that language has a more "polished" when narrating.
This is just a start, the regional language, geographic voice, becomes (in the course of the novel) into a true monument vocal (Estrin, op.cit. ). Comes into play what the author said in the postscript to debts space obsession: "If Reality is somewhere, is in the language. "( space obsession, Buenos Aires, Atuel, 1997). The realism of Zelarayán knows his subject but does not stop there, goes further, looking for a twist of the same, that is what we want to return. Francis Ponge said that writing is unfailingly the proverb claims, which tends toward the object to things that one writes for a future repetition, for future use of that object: proverbial writing. "I think when you write, even if it takes place only a newspaper article, it tends towards the proverb (in the limit of course). It is intended to serve several times, and the limit for everyone, in all circumstances, to win the set when well placed in an argument. Even in a market, which brings up a proverb (when two people argue), which issues a proverb at the right time, won. That's the game. When you write it seems that the bottom is for it, whether you realize it or not. This tends to a kind of oracular quality. But then what are the true oracles? Would not it be something other than just the puzzles, however perfect they were? Do not be objects? Things what always be interpreted in any way? So, want to create something that has the qualities of the object, nothing seems more normal. I have been criticized for tending to the object (...) I think it is in the background so they tend (...) all the writers, whoever they are. "(Francis Ponge, Oral Tentative , trans. Silvio Mattoni, Córdoba, Alcyone, 1995). Writing object, writing usable as the proverb can win a game if used at the right time. Ponge's maxim in his lecture of 1947 was that "it is not to claim more than what is objectively done."
Zelarayán
double the bet when goes beyond that purpose. At times it borrows and builds a voice, as when listening to a drunken conversation, celebrating the event because of its raw material out there. But we said that does not stop at that first step of collecting-constructor (like the example we gave in the previous paragraph) but went further, and that beyond is when you take an object and breaks it, saying, transforms to make another. Taking language as if it were glass, he uses it in all its forms, literature builds small debris that is out there in the city in the country, in the slums (Home Avenue and South Sarandi) a bar, an office, but also of using these waste takes more defined objects (the sayings, proverbs) and crushed and the glass bottle to form another, break the object and makes another. Apparently, something on the order of reality is not what it seems. By far a gift horse but about a runaway horse , something has changed. If the context had to be found in the text, its linguistic traces, horse's skin is broken skin of a speech: "A wild horse is not measured trot," "More Buenos Aires will be your mother! The mouth is you to step aside ... "" There is no worse mute who will not speak! " "I open and gets just as he owned the place." "When there is hunger there is no bread or soft" ( space obsession )
Zelarayán Ricardo's prose is poetry that demands to be read in aloud, and the same work that we saw with the sayings (proverbs with objects, well defined) we also see more confused with the tango. At times it seems that in the novel's voice is filtered Julio Sosa (the milonga between magnates with its crazy temptations ") singing a snippet of Mano a mano (1918):" La milonga between bacanes and the ball in bigs !. " And even more visible with Old Time Tango Manuel Romero and Francisco Canaro (1926) that says "where are the boys then / old bar yesterday / where is / Me and I only stayed brother / me and you alone / to remember / you remember those women / mining faithful-hearted / aura in the dances of fighting / defending his love everyone "," Where are the lovers then, where the love in the open, where campiriño love, scared of the neighborhood? And my friends so fresh ... The tow bar ... Where the Jeta'e Catfish? Where the Chirusita Alcira? And the Reynaldo and Caramel? "( The horsehide)
The novel-if it can call it that opens and closes with an episode of excessive and unjustified violence, at least from the standpoint of the narrative. This is not a minor detail, because as we advance to the top, written between December 1974 and January 1975, just months after the death of Peron. Time in Argentina's history where they intersect the apex of the armed struggle and the threshold of the bloodiest dictatorship in history. Recall that during that year (1975) will be held called "Operation Independence" in the Province of Tucumán, where the company will face mount "Ramón Rosa Jiménez P ER and FF. AA which was already commander in chief Jorge Rafael Videla.
The final scene is a parody of collective class struggle (between the nut and the bus driver) that is supported not only by the protagonist but he is not even understood: hilarious battle is presented as a farce. Nancy Fernandez said Zelarayán, "recalls the first and third presidential Peronist" (Fernandez, Nancy, Cucurto and Zelarayán , in Rev. The interpreter No. 29, December, 2006), Skin Horse say that more than the first and third Peronist presidency (without denying that there are textual references in novel) which is present is the political situation where the actors have changed. So the protagonist says: "How will I have faded the heads of 17!". And Chuck, do not include youth (seeing it as suicidal and utopian) that far from a reform is on the whole and dares to ask the revolution: "A noisy demonstration entered the Irish side of the meadow! (...) And they turned dutifully! (...) The human ants meekly followed his path by the green little camp over there, far away, where waving a red flag and could see a table on the grass with three little men, one megaphone shouting in hand. "
The ideological crisis, national staff and speaking in the prologue of the novel is always present. The figure does not include the political actors who in turn do not understand the social subject. Both Pilar Calveiro in policy and / or violence (2005) as Edward Weisz in The PRT-ERP (2006) argue that some of the keys to understanding the failure of the political vanguard in the 70 are: excessive militarism , lack of policy and inability to understand the social subject. This coupled with the mass reflow of year 75 and the bloody offensive of the FF. AA. Some of this, what will be the prelude to the subsequent genocide, springs innocently Zelarayán the novel: "Suddenly the cries Chirucita. "We will look at Jeta between the two, thin, promise me!" "I told you so," I reply. "Look, lean, if the Jeta appear now, I swear I'd be afraid as if it were a ghost!" Skin Horse
Lukacs said that "a poetry of things , independent individuals, individual destinies, there is not literature. "When we speak of the work done with the Zelarayán object, we take it to the proverb-object, the sayings, the sayings and to a lesser extent to the letters tango as that which is created to re-use and future use, in the same way that creates a glass (Ponge). If for Zelarayán not have mediation or idea that language representation as reality, history in horse's skin is registered enter-break-in that language, such language objects.
Gabriel Curtis
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