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Saturday, March 19, 2011
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Poetry in the Valle del Cauca. By Suzanne Gamboa. 1986.
This anthology brings together 160 poems by 26 poets, including introductory text "Poetry of the Valle del Cauca", which intends this work as a fine example of poetic production in the region, stop at some authors, with notes on style, themes, and finally focuses on the poetry of the moment, which lists surreal.
A great pain, immense pain, the death of his son Leo, turned it into a stream of tears. His poetry has acquired over the years the size of that pain. And for that absent son wrote some of the most beautiful verses that I read has been given in life.
My son was when a coal
me he was burning.
He was fading and I was turning
this agony to live.
had enough personality
to rhyme a lyre in gerunds. And genius enough to make it as large as those of San Juan de la Cruz. He knew the music and life as understood, it apologized and applauded. He liked to play with language, as the old gods were playing with the clouds.
had what musicians call perfect pitch: analytic intuition combined with prodigious memory. Hence the formal perfection of his verse, which were born as water from rock crystal. It was logical that product, if it came from a huge rock: Before coming to light, had passed through all filters of the rock underground. His poetry, following the death of the child acquired the diaphanous quality of tears
Leon mine
lump in my clay. Sweet song.
do you hear my heart up!
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Poetry in the Valle del Cauca.
Prologue and selected assortment of Octavio Gamboa.
Cali: Pacific Publishing, 1986 242 p.
Thanks: This work had its origin in an initiative that Octavio Gamboa presented to the Corporation for Culture, as a contribution to the celebrations of 450 years in Cali. Completed the original, the Association of Sugarcane Growers of Colombia, Asocaña, provided the money needed for editing. We express appreciation to the management of Dr. Hernan Borrero Urrutia, President of Asocaña, and once again we thank you for it.
This publication is being mayor of Cali Dr. Vicente Borrero Restrepo and Director of the Corporation for Culture Dr. Jorge Ernesto Holguin Beplat.
. Gamboa Octavio
· 1986 Cali, Colombia
Pacific Printing and Publishing Layout Phone: 808911.
Cali Photo: Franco Fernell Design
Cover: Coordination
Andreina Carvajal Publisher: Corporation for Culture: Ma Isabel Caicedo.
This anthology brings together 160 poems by 26 poets, including introductory text "Poetry of the Valle del Cauca", which intends this work as a fine example of poetic production in the region, stop at some authors, with notes on style, themes, and finally focuses on the poetry of the moment, which lists surreal. .
selected poets are: Jorge Isaacs , Isaiah Gamboa, Gamboa Mateo, Carlos Villafañe , Ricardo Nieto, Guillermo Velasco Borrero, Mario Carvajal Gilberto Garrido, Antonio Llanos, Hector Fabio Varela, Félix Gómez Rafanan, Omar Carrejo, Octavio Gamboa, Carlos Hugo Gamboa , Germain Angel Naranjo, Javier Tafur , Arbelaez Jotamario , Antonio Zibara *, Harold Alvarado Tenorio , Thomas Quintero, Rodrigo Escobar Holguín , Cecilia Balcazar Bucher, Leon Adolfo Rengifo, Gloria Inés Palma, Orietta Lozano and Elvira Alejandra Quintero.
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This anthology presents some differences from the same author published in 1980 includes Octavio Gamboa, Carlos Hugo Gamboa, Antonio Zibara *, Javier Tafur , Thomas Quintero , Rodrigo Escobar Holguín , Leon Adolfo Rengifo, Orietta Lozano and Alejandra Quintero Elvira, and brings Marco Fidel Chaves.
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* Poems included below. Coming from other poets.
. Foreword
For Octavio Gamboa ( 1 ) (Image: book jacket)
The faith that makes you see the young monk's angels Paradise
power is lower than the old monk to the sample. Honoré de Balzac
- Eliminating
chronological order to discuss the poetry of Valle del Cauca. Take that revenge against time, as noted by the devil, all Anasco. Suppose that in this beautiful geographical unit time is the wind that comes, goes around comes around, goes away and comes to life again in the palms. We discuss what the poets have been planted with the help of the wind, the seeds have scattered. Tell us how to open the chest side of the earth and planted in his bowels. Des-screening trees they are born happy and painful episode at the same time roso: giant ceiba, hard Dinder guayacanes flowering. Let's talk about what happens to the wind in the trees of poetry, what branches tick, what makes fruit drop, which dispersed scents and what impregnations carried. No laws or phenomena consistent look. Do not look for similarities between the poets. Not to mention that some are romantic, new age, we find no difference between the newest and great-grandparents barbados. Poetry, like the afternoon, is "always the same and always different."
poets of all time have had one job: to give a response to things that nobody has asked. That is what poetry unit, the equality of all links in the chain of thorns and flowers. In this beautiful book, the most beautiful that can offer one of the regions of the country, we see that the landscape becomes melody.
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poets of all time have had one job: to give a response to things that nobody has asked. That is what poetry unit, the equality of all links in the chain of thorns and flowers. In this beautiful book, the most beautiful that can offer one of the regions of the country, we see that the landscape becomes melody.
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TO THE MAR GAMBOA ISAIAH
If the oft-deserted island had to take four poems written in the Valle del Cauca, they would be: "In the sea," Isaiah Gamboa, "Blue's son dead" Garrido Gilberto; "La via dolorosa" of Carlos Villafane, and "If not for you" Antonio Llanos. That would be the most inclusive anthology of this region passionate realization of the music of the river running through the soul of wind that beautifies, burning light of sunsets.
Isaiah Gamboa wrote his poem "Facing the Sea" on the island of Trinidad, in the mouths of the Orinoco. It was just a boy then and had already traveled a long and painful way through the civil wars that heaven empurpuraban innocent of the country. Had fallen by the Meta River as secretary of General Rafael Uribe Uribe, fleeing to Venezuela to seek weapons for a new revolution. And after the immensity of the Orinoco, came the violent confrontation with the infinity of the sea. The first lines straight out of a spontaneous conversation and involuntary:
In my eyes hesitant, vague, humid and
sad that reflect your flashes golden, pale and red ...
But the man who must have felt the shock wore the sky, the flash of revelation, as prophets. Not for nothing was named after one of them. And there, amid the endless forest, overlooking the shore of eternity, Isaias Gamboa heard the resonant response of the sea, and felt the salt on the skin burn.
"With the Sea" is a dialogue. Half of the poem is framed by the word (sometimes outright, other peaceful) of the sea. Between the poet and the sea is a battle of lightning. The poem is a rude curses decalogue. A harsh confrontation between vertical and horizontal mysteries was the sole witness to the frightened silence of the stars.
"With the Sea" is a curious example of poetic maturity written in a fit of passionate youth. Then the poet was closer to intuition than science. And parodying Neruda, closer to blood than ink. Only it was real blood, which had nothing to do with rhetoric, because it speaks soaked his humble warrior soldier. Only the vastness of the ocean was able to wash so much blood, so many tears dry, dissolving much pain. It was not a river but a great poet who then led in the end of the Caribbean, this island of death in this desolate corner of the world.
If the oft-deserted island had to take four poems written in the Valle del Cauca, they would be: "In the sea," Isaiah Gamboa, "Blue's son dead" Garrido Gilberto; "La via dolorosa" of Carlos Villafane, and "If not for you" Antonio Llanos. That would be the most inclusive anthology of this region passionate realization of the music of the river running through the soul of wind that beautifies, burning light of sunsets.
Isaiah Gamboa wrote his poem "Facing the Sea" on the island of Trinidad, in the mouths of the Orinoco. It was just a boy then and had already traveled a long and painful way through the civil wars that heaven empurpuraban innocent of the country. Had fallen by the Meta River as secretary of General Rafael Uribe Uribe, fleeing to Venezuela to seek weapons for a new revolution. And after the immensity of the Orinoco, came the violent confrontation with the infinity of the sea. The first lines straight out of a spontaneous conversation and involuntary:
In my eyes hesitant, vague, humid and
sad that reflect your flashes golden, pale and red ...
But the man who must have felt the shock wore the sky, the flash of revelation, as prophets. Not for nothing was named after one of them. And there, amid the endless forest, overlooking the shore of eternity, Isaias Gamboa heard the resonant response of the sea, and felt the salt on the skin burn.
"With the Sea" is a dialogue. Half of the poem is framed by the word (sometimes outright, other peaceful) of the sea. Between the poet and the sea is a battle of lightning. The poem is a rude curses decalogue. A harsh confrontation between vertical and horizontal mysteries was the sole witness to the frightened silence of the stars.
"With the Sea" is a curious example of poetic maturity written in a fit of passionate youth. Then the poet was closer to intuition than science. And parodying Neruda, closer to blood than ink. Only it was real blood, which had nothing to do with rhetoric, because it speaks soaked his humble warrior soldier. Only the vastness of the ocean was able to wash so much blood, so many tears dry, dissolving much pain. It was not a river but a great poet who then led in the end of the Caribbean, this island of death in this desolate corner of the world.
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GILBERTO GARRIDO
As the years pass, increases my admiration for the poetry Gilberto Garrido. Every time I reread or repeat from memory the air in the afternoon, I find it more perfect, closer to the overall beauty, minimal and transparent as the dew, deep and bright as the stars. And to the extent that they spend time and wind, I admire more and more strongly recall the figure of the man who wrote it, the white giant, endless, with two flashes blue eyes filled with tenderness involved. In his presence transcended a rude male strength that reminded us of Sisyphus and Prometheus, because his men could with all the pain and at the same time as the vector was enthusiastic about life. Because she had in her hands flare poetry.
I define it as the greatest of the unknown poets of Colombia. It pains me that so few people have read. And I think that the lack of a national edition of his poetry is a source of disgrace and shame for the country. Gilberto Garrido's greatness should be measured by the silence that is around his name, by the ignorance we have of his work and the ignorance that raises poignant poetry. When real rivers of literary fraud minted in Colombia, the work of one of our greatest lyric remains obscure.
As the years pass, increases my admiration for the poetry Gilberto Garrido. Every time I reread or repeat from memory the air in the afternoon, I find it more perfect, closer to the overall beauty, minimal and transparent as the dew, deep and bright as the stars. And to the extent that they spend time and wind, I admire more and more strongly recall the figure of the man who wrote it, the white giant, endless, with two flashes blue eyes filled with tenderness involved. In his presence transcended a rude male strength that reminded us of Sisyphus and Prometheus, because his men could with all the pain and at the same time as the vector was enthusiastic about life. Because she had in her hands flare poetry.
I define it as the greatest of the unknown poets of Colombia. It pains me that so few people have read. And I think that the lack of a national edition of his poetry is a source of disgrace and shame for the country. Gilberto Garrido's greatness should be measured by the silence that is around his name, by the ignorance we have of his work and the ignorance that raises poignant poetry. When real rivers of literary fraud minted in Colombia, the work of one of our greatest lyric remains obscure.
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mysterious wrote a poem, because he lived obsessed the confines of the universe, the infinite anguish Pascalian. He lived a little in these limits throbbing and there brought her findings hidden. He did not mind the apparent obscurity of his writing, or you can cross off the night sky dark. His personality was so strong, so defined, so extreme, imposing absurd arguments, because he knew that poetry is, by definition, opposed to everyday logic.
said his intelligence is sometimes produced the short circuit of genius. It was disconcerting penetration ability, your comment stabbing, its original sharpness. Because it did not come from books or university: the great mystery came of the forest, in lashed the harshness of life. It seemed that the storm brought a hand and the other a bunch of spikes.
said his intelligence is sometimes produced the short circuit of genius. It was disconcerting penetration ability, your comment stabbing, its original sharpness. Because it did not come from books or university: the great mystery came of the forest, in lashed the harshness of life. It seemed that the storm brought a hand and the other a bunch of spikes.
A great pain, immense pain, the death of his son Leo, turned it into a stream of tears. His poetry has acquired over the years the size of that pain. And for that absent son wrote some of the most beautiful verses that I read has been given in life.
My son was when a coal
me he was burning.
He was fading and I was turning
this agony to live.
had enough personality
to rhyme a lyre in gerunds. And genius enough to make it as large as those of San Juan de la Cruz. He knew the music and life as understood, it apologized and applauded. He liked to play with language, as the old gods were playing with the clouds.
had what musicians call perfect pitch: analytic intuition combined with prodigious memory. Hence the formal perfection of his verse, which were born as water from rock crystal. It was logical that product, if it came from a huge rock: Before coming to light, had passed through all filters of the rock underground. His poetry, following the death of the child acquired the diaphanous quality of tears
Leon mine
lump in my clay. Sweet song.
do you hear my heart up!
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. CARLOS
VILLAFAÑE
VILLAFAÑE
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Carlos Villafañe was a great poet who lived in hiding behind a meaningless prose. It was logical that they paid · by writing in prose, and that he lived. Many men, especially poets, appreciate them for what they are not, it seems that the burden and responsibility of poetry are excessive for the type of society we live in, and then is better than the poets are journalists, professors, accountants and even civil engineers.
For the anthology of prose in the Valle del Cauca have reviewed much of the journalistic work of Carlos Villafañe and have not found anything worth playing. Under the pseudonym of Tic Tac filled many pages. If you laugh before, now seems his innocent humor, which hardly causes smiles of benevolence. Nothing is as ephemeral as the humor. It is necessary to be Rabelais and Cervantes to continue to laugh after four centuries.
Therefore, it is necessary that the people of Valle del Cauca recognize (ie, meet again) Carlos Villafañe as one of the stellar poets of this Valley, this sky and river.
The sea comes to rest at the bank
in a faltering peace, in a tearful
exhaustion, as if he had stayed
the spell of the moon .
Carlos Villafañe was a great poet who lived in hiding behind a meaningless prose. It was logical that they paid · by writing in prose, and that he lived. Many men, especially poets, appreciate them for what they are not, it seems that the burden and responsibility of poetry are excessive for the type of society we live in, and then is better than the poets are journalists, professors, accountants and even civil engineers.
For the anthology of prose in the Valle del Cauca have reviewed much of the journalistic work of Carlos Villafañe and have not found anything worth playing. Under the pseudonym of Tic Tac filled many pages. If you laugh before, now seems his innocent humor, which hardly causes smiles of benevolence. Nothing is as ephemeral as the humor. It is necessary to be Rabelais and Cervantes to continue to laugh after four centuries.
Therefore, it is necessary that the people of Valle del Cauca recognize (ie, meet again) Carlos Villafañe as one of the stellar poets of this Valley, this sky and river.
The sea comes to rest at the bank
in a faltering peace, in a tearful
exhaustion, as if he had stayed
the spell of the moon .
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not felt the difficulty, let alone the artifice of rhythm and rhyme. Do not make the slightest effort to capture images in the air, the kind that later found dead in collections, crossed by a pin. Poetic ideas will come to hand and once the words are dressed they need for full understanding: do not spare foliage, they lack clothing.
Oh, my romantic and lonely hours of rare
suggestion that a soul like glass
like waves
to die crying in the bank! Oh
ebony hair, a dawn departure
front in oh
lovely flower soft light of what you do not forget,
deep sound of what you love so much.
Poetry requires an excessive refinement of the senses: we must learn to "hear" in the hair of a woman, the rumor of what we love. Poetry lives in the distant frontiers of the subtle, far from the commonplace, millions of miles from the vulgar, of domesticity, everyday.
knew this very well Carlos Villafane, a simple and humble man who went through life without being noticed, confident in the durability of his verses.
If it achieved some fame due to the sonnet "La via dolorosa" which is a perfect work of art, undoubtedly the most beautiful that readers will find this book. Rather than write it, was pulled without anesthesia, half of the chest. The great pain of the death of the beloved was expressed fully in the fourteen lines of classical sonnet, with its eleven syllables absolute, his rhymes docile. Round has the clarity of a tear.
buried I myself, myself one day
shut her eyes to light
earth and wiped his forehead lily of the tragic
sweat of agony.
white is a reminder:
still the name in the silence of my sorrow.
Rest in the Lord ... if it was so good!
sleep in my heart ... if it was as mine!
eyes and mouth and hands all illusory
mortuary under the covers as a lamp was extinguished.
and I in my madness under the weight
let the soul in a kiss
pain and barely left me life!
That sonnet proves that poetry is far from the drama, despite being besieged by pain and tears. The poet left to decay by grief, remains the challenge of perfection, the right path to beauty. Romantics who were left dishevel today are ridiculous. The torrent of tears Julio Flórez today makes us laugh. That bitter side of human suffering, without the reservoir of good taste, now used by the film to provoke laughter. Well said, a maker of phrases that poetry is the dictatorship of intelligence on the demagoguery of the heart. Example of such a wise expression is the sonnet by Carlos Villafañe.
Many references to Antonio Llanos found in this prologue. But I do not spare remember that the sonnet Villafañe always lived near the author of the sonnets perfect "Secret Rose."
There was a gap between the Llanos and Villafañe. But that abyss filled the poetry of "Via Dolorosa." Antonio would repeat, take it out on the street, exposed to the sun in the parks, let him go on stream. Never tired of admiring it, thinking it over, to propose changes always failed. Because in this sonnet is buried beauty. It dies again Mary. This is the final evening, the final dispossession, which does not produce a flood of tears but the crystal size of a tear. Leave a lifetime to mourn.
Oh, my romantic and lonely hours of rare
suggestion that a soul like glass
like waves
to die crying in the bank! Oh
ebony hair, a dawn departure
front in oh
lovely flower soft light of what you do not forget,
deep sound of what you love so much.
Poetry requires an excessive refinement of the senses: we must learn to "hear" in the hair of a woman, the rumor of what we love. Poetry lives in the distant frontiers of the subtle, far from the commonplace, millions of miles from the vulgar, of domesticity, everyday.
knew this very well Carlos Villafane, a simple and humble man who went through life without being noticed, confident in the durability of his verses.
If it achieved some fame due to the sonnet "La via dolorosa" which is a perfect work of art, undoubtedly the most beautiful that readers will find this book. Rather than write it, was pulled without anesthesia, half of the chest. The great pain of the death of the beloved was expressed fully in the fourteen lines of classical sonnet, with its eleven syllables absolute, his rhymes docile. Round has the clarity of a tear.
buried I myself, myself one day
shut her eyes to light
earth and wiped his forehead lily of the tragic
sweat of agony.
white is a reminder:
still the name in the silence of my sorrow.
Rest in the Lord ... if it was so good!
sleep in my heart ... if it was as mine!
eyes and mouth and hands all illusory
mortuary under the covers as a lamp was extinguished.
and I in my madness under the weight
let the soul in a kiss
pain and barely left me life!
That sonnet proves that poetry is far from the drama, despite being besieged by pain and tears. The poet left to decay by grief, remains the challenge of perfection, the right path to beauty. Romantics who were left dishevel today are ridiculous. The torrent of tears Julio Flórez today makes us laugh. That bitter side of human suffering, without the reservoir of good taste, now used by the film to provoke laughter. Well said, a maker of phrases that poetry is the dictatorship of intelligence on the demagoguery of the heart. Example of such a wise expression is the sonnet by Carlos Villafañe.
Many references to Antonio Llanos found in this prologue. But I do not spare remember that the sonnet Villafañe always lived near the author of the sonnets perfect "Secret Rose."
There was a gap between the Llanos and Villafañe. But that abyss filled the poetry of "Via Dolorosa." Antonio would repeat, take it out on the street, exposed to the sun in the parks, let him go on stream. Never tired of admiring it, thinking it over, to propose changes always failed. Because in this sonnet is buried beauty. It dies again Mary. This is the final evening, the final dispossession, which does not produce a flood of tears but the crystal size of a tear. Leave a lifetime to mourn.
Antonio Llano.
few years before losing my mind, Antonio Llanos wrote this poem, whose beauty is a flame that disturbs me:
If not for the things you would not
that vague tenderness, the light of darkness .
If not for you, this melancholy dream and mourn
not the sweetness.
If not for you, O death, so many things were
unnoticed. Give your silent solitude
roses,
my eyes for you star in waiting.
If not for you, what would be trivial
love and join hands, love.
And what also sad every day
sun in the afternoon if I had not dying glow.
If not for you love would be so soft tenderness
so firm hold
of the things we love: clouds, flowers, poetry, and this divine
evening.
many times I walked with him along the avenue that borders the river, watching the sunset, mourning the loss of light, and have repeated many times that poem, I feel that in his poetry is all poetry, all my poetry and that these verses were written by the wind alienated from the Valle del Cauca.
Antonio Llanos, the largest of the elegiac poets of Colombia, was on death positive values \u200b\u200bin the last years of his life. Signal as if it were not for death, the order of the world would be truncated, altered, incomplete.
not hurt by final loss that it represents, not frightened of slipping on his grim decline. But provides, as the law of beauty, the contrast of nothing is indispensable for the existence of everything loved, cloud, flower, poetry. Beloved things are held in our hands for fear of finishing. And the beauty of light is defined by a divine evening, for an evening that he, a Catholic mystic, was like God.
That idea about death is the culmination of the confrontation with the mystery English poetry that began with Don Jorge Manrique, continued with Don Francisco de Quevedo and flew into the unknown in the hands of San Juan de la Cruz. On this side of the ocean continued to Ruben Dario, and Gabriela Mistral, both scared to death, helpless against her as all men, but believe transcendent hopes to overcome with the Judeo-Christian culture. None so faithful, so on, in his ardent faith, as Antonio Llanos.
I feel like a huge melodic line, wet with tears, filled with saline transparency, culminating in the poem of Antonio Llanos. He wrote on the edge of madness. In real crazy, those who remain in psychiatric hospital, very different from those crazy fake fed hallucinogens abound today to forge poetry.
The Christian idea of \u200b\u200bdeath, based in Castilla and the whole campaign is "in the" country of armed Theologians, quixotic and rocky, ends here in the Valle del Cauca, in this green and peaceful area. Any lawyer who has admired, he referred to the plain with two words required: georgica and idyllic. It was not the case for Antonio Llanos.
is true that he admired the beauty, and in its red sunsets reminiscent of the bloody English Christ, but not to levitate towards them, but to "scolded their distance" and to complain of these innocent and blue skies that had led him to anguish, despair, and alienation final.
Few years after his death, Antonio Llanos would continuer: Andres Caicedo, a formidable writer, a child who was troubled and committed suicide at twenty-five years. Both wept, with the verse of Darius, "the loss of the kingdom that was for me." None of them could resist the perceived universal dislocations in the Valle del Cauca, on the streets of Cali, in the bells of the evening or at dawn, in the harsh beauty of the landscape that overwhelmed. And in ending anti-human society destroying in the rack.
Antonio Llanos and Andres Caicedo saw the landscape of Valle del Cauca and saw El Greco of Toledo, with shades varying from gray and black. Perhaps eventual spoke so limpid blue and pink sunrises. But his inner truth was dark surroundings, the oppressive and implacable principle of death.
Antonio Llanos wrote the most beautiful poetry of which he himself called the Shire of God. For understandable paradox, the poet who escaped to infinity was the one who came closest to the heart of man. His poetry served as throwing weapons to hand back to the spear. A hand of Antonio Llanos, after the sky hawk, newborn stars dripping again, bringing eternal truths and absolute beauty, that which arises in the infinite mystery border with nothing. Well someone said that his poetry was a reverse rain toward God. In big storms, lightning sometimes jump from the top of the mountains into the clouds. And is the light that illuminates the earth and the moon red. Poetry is such a phenomenon, beauty, we return to the deep fried, part of the portion of eternity we receive.
RODRIGO ESCOBAR HOLGUÍN
It is fortunate that poetry has nothing to do with advertising, or at least, is on reverse with respect to it. Sometimes the great poets can be measured by the silence that is around them. And those who are not, but want to seem, by the advertising clutter that they help create. So it's very nice to know, and find a person like Rodrigo Escobar Holguín , brother and confidant of silence. And even more pleased to present it in public for the first time in the pages of this anthology.
Sometimes it's just a shy watercolor
August afternoon after crossing the wind.
the way of the Gualanday,
planted around a purple carpet, walk
lovers.
output looks like a watercolor and wise old hands of Shi-Bai-Shi, two or three strokes of the brush with one color, such as wind draw.
But there are trees, flowers on the ground, and lovers. More important thing is that there is drawn the air. And the air is poetry.
Sometimes they seek the roots of being, of love and lovers who make it possible:
Fragments of love and lover,
burning, shaking,
scattered through a myriad of bodies passionately
confused, violent
looking at each meeting the warm
illusion of being full. Beautiful
love become over time, as captured so beautiful with so few words. The whole being is just a fleeting illusion, produced at the time of the meeting. Before and after him, we barely half of Being beautiful biological-logical truth that disturbs the peace of philosophy. And besides, eternal love sublime.
Rodrigo Escobar Holguín Sometimes confused with the silence, the deepest of the elementary entities, which enables music and poetry:
When there is no wind or light in your window and on the streets
not or hear other songs,
when Silence surrounds your body like a bird
night, no, do not think it is only silence.
Nothing left in me than silence: silence
am, I went silent, I remain silent.
I am nothing now, but the silence that follows you.
In these three very short poems, I've taken at random from fifty, the completeness of the essence of poetry Rodrigo Escobar Holguín. And in a dozen of his poems I have chosen to be part of this anthology, ends poets writing in the Valle del Cauca are alive in 1986 when Cali meets 450 years. Undoubtedly Rodrigo Escobar Holguín is the biggest of them all. To the writer of these lines, presented and honored to witness such a lucky discovery.
He comes to poetry with the security of a master, as if he had worked with her for a long life. It was not lightly or in vain did the comparison between him and the noble ancient Chinese. Before writing the first line of a poem, all the surplus has been previously deleted, the beautiful foliage, elegant stem, flower cheat, delicious flesh. Because it comes to delivering only the seed, that part of life that has ensured durability. That is the miracle that comes out of the hands of Rodrigo Escobar Holguín.
is difficult to trace the origins of his poetry. I advance the hypothesis leisurely reading of Pedro Salinas, but nothing more. I can not say that look. But they do have in common the desire, the aspiration towards a pure lyricism, ontological, naked, helpless faced temptation on worldly and ostentatious.
And poetry is a very typical of Valle del Cauca. It is not a result of previous work. Like the wind, no history. But it's the same air that moves. The air of the Casa de la Sierra, including the scents of the garden. The odd air of the Blue Plains and Gilberto Antonio Garrido. The air around the ceiba trees at six in the evening, in Cali, where paradise begins.
POETRY WRITING TODAY (1986)
This book gives a broad welcome to the poetry written in the Valle del Cauca in our days, when Cali meets its 450 years. In general it is poetry with young people, and against it is the traditional strength among older people. The main argument is that it is not understood, and this is worth some considerations.
When Beethoven spread among musicians his Quartet No. 7, the first of the Razumovsky, was believed to be a joke, a product of black humor attributed to the composer, and said he could not play. The same is said Chaicovsky famous violinist who dedicated his concert for that instrument. In both cases, the score was not understood. Today, these statements produce astonishment. Rubén Darío
When released at the end of the last century, his famous "Responsa," someone said in the verse "that offends you pubertal canephori the acanthus" the only one who had understood was the word "that." And when I was a kid, there was a poem that was not understood: that of Stone and Sky. Eduardo Carranza, is now transparent for all seasoned player, so it was an impenetrable darkness. The same was said in Cali Gilberto and Antonio Garrido Llanos. Today was the same claim repeated the young poets, many of which have honored us with his poems in this book.
What happens first is that the difference between very random intelligence judgments about the clarity, as noted by Paul Valéry. When someone says they do not understand a sculpture, a painting, a poem, because they are dark, is accusing himself of a lack of clarity, information, knowledge and experience.
why the poems of young poets from Cali and Valle del Cauca, which may seem confusing now, tomorrow will be transparent. Not because the poems themselves have changed, obviously it will not happen, but because the ability of the readers will improve.
To give a name, say that most poetry is written today is surreal. As dreams, is beyond reality. Moves away from it because it has a logic which, before Freud, it might seem absurd. Today it is not. The insight that psychoanalysis has made human motivations, became transparent what was confusing. A succession of seemingly irrational concepts, ideas, words, comes in a very close to free association in psychoanalysis, and with a little experience can find the thread, to stop clear r unconscious fantasy that author produced.
Things get complicated when you see the fraud. Because it's not worth doing some analysis work on a poem by some counterfeiter. It is fortunate that the man has the intuition of truth, and that quickly and safely discard the orifice similar. But things get more complicated still when you see the clever fraud, aided by an accomplice v advertising trade today. So vast social nuclei begin to believe in the genius of the fakes, and that belief does not destroy but time. It is logical to require several years for the Colombians destroy two or three talented clay idols that are out there. Fortunately, none of them is vallecaucano.
made these clarifications, perhaps also a bit cumbersome and unnecessary for most readers, let's deal with the poetry written in Cali today, very well represented by two young women over the vocation they have the talent: Orietta Lozano and Elvira Alejandra Quintero.
Orietta
Both Elvira and like all young poets today write in the Valle del Cauca, have rebelled against the traditional values \u200b\u200bof lyric writing. If this has happened to youth from all periods of history, more so in this most unjust and disgraceful, the most damaging to the man, the first that has been on the brink of destruction not only the human species itself but to other forms of life. Before this next holocaust is generally understood all forms of rebellion, and first of poets, which is the origin of biology, because it is they who are peering out the dangers, discovering the round eyes of hurricanes.
In a way, the poetry of the young people we did, the largest, is the result of the injustice that we as a legacy. It is logical that when they raise their fists against the sky insurgents, they're rising up against us, once we carry the torch that will burn your hands today. Just do not get any easier this mission consolidated company with mortar of despair.
If we let the darkness as the only legacy we can not complain about that are dark, as we can not criticize our children to have pigment in the skin. What we must do is to enter the darkness, because, after Freud, we have all the elements to make it. We lower our consciousness to its crystalline doubtful subconscious and we have done another day on the road to beauty. Then we can repeat the last verse of Hell: "E Dopp uscimo to IVEN le stelle" * , because at the end of the tunnel that young poets are opening, find all the light. Gamboa Octavio
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----- * Notice of NTC (March 17, 2011)
...
My guide and I by that hidden way
were to return to the bright world;
and without concern to rest,
climbed, he first and I then
until we watch the sky
left a hole on the which we
to watch the stars again.
http://www.ciudadseva.com/textos/poesia/ita/dante/dc1.htm
uscimmo to IVEN E quindi le stelle.
http://www.tsoules.com/Dante/Concordance/
of a rivulet that here descends
for the hole of a rock, it has gnawed
With course that winds about and slightly falls.
The Guide and I into that hidden road Now entered, to return to the bright
world
and without care of having any rest We mounted up
, he first and I second
until I 'saw the beauteous things
leading 'the heavens for a round hole.
And then we went to see the stars.
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ANTONIO Zibari en
Poetry del Valle del Cauca. Cali, Editorial Pacífico, 1986. 242 p.
Prologue and selection of Octavio Gamboa.
This book included poems ANTONIO ZIBARA . P. 179 to 183. Scanned and disseminates
NTC ... (March 15, 2011)
. POEMS
SON
thought at that time.
"hurry Once the potion of love, transfiguration
are nine pm
stamping a universe in the waist" Merciless
presence
way to feel spoiled
light gray under the window, strange
way to populate the angle
committed the landscape,
to speak out,
supply its shadow next to the spring wind
age in the ocean,
wise columns, pyramids
dead.
A further ...
recount in doubt,
the bottom of a surface.
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CITY OF THE ABSENT
In this city a few omens
no means of steps:
devices is experienced, stubborn
ambitions.
umbrellas sun drops
slide on fresh prints, flowers
buried. Crowd
train alone on the streets,
on stage in the transport office,
in the legendary land of the houses.
where it is headed this endless caravan
vain efforts, sacrifices
crazy?
not going anywhere,
the pain was always on this site,
(we fanaticized his empire)
the air is still in the air, burning the bodies
in high ash,
pull down, is
Nothing to pay.
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THE RING
That place where you stand could have been a cemetery.
The truth is I do not know.
But how to know?
When life just goes
everywhere
right here wheel, listening
come in compact form, between oiled
timepieces,
flowers and constant
saumerios artifice.
For those who do not know,
for anyone (just arrived)
there is doubt that
his face, "(fading)
slowly in the smoke, clean air
docking
skin at the corners,
licking light in crystals,
dust in the cracks, dark
swords discuss
source where insects
drink and the paper boat capsizes
with a naked face in the fire.
for you also vaguely remember
have stayed here.
Antonio Zibara.
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Posted in: Poetry in Valle del Cauca. By Suzanne Gamboa. 1986. http://literaturaenelvalle.blogspot.com/2011_03_16_archive.html
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some of the poets on September 9, 2010
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15 POETS OF Valle del Cauca. TRIBUTE. RECOGNITION INSTITUTIONAL AND THRILL
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15 POETS OF Valle del Cauca. TRIBUTE. RECOGNITION INSTITUTIONAL AND THRILL
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Sunday, March 13, 2011
Constipationinfant Tylenol
Aureliano Torres
this from here I want to ask the redemption of Aureliano Torres ...
Already 5 years playing in the cyclone (a championship in 2007) and their characteristics
player they would on any computer owner Ramon Diaz-as it should have reached in the collective imagination fan's final acceptance ... and good ... with the great goal to Boca from here
Paragua health ... (and there is always someone who does not understand anything ...) and sorry!!
our children!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Make Homemade Rod Holders For Pontoon
Eugenia Sanchez Nieto (Yuyin): The Domain Book Crusaders
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. Cross Domain
Eugenia Sanchez Nieto
Domains crossed. Eugenia Sanchez Nieto. Hunt Edition books. September 2010. Virtual Edition NTC ... , January 2011
http://ntc-libros-de-poesia.blogspot.com/2011_01_12_archive.html There
details of the book and link to the full virtual edition.
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Presentation of Books and Poetry reading: Orietta Lozano, and Hernán Sánchez Nieto Eugenia Vargascarreño. February 17, 2011. Cali.
http://fdpv.blogspot.com/2011_01_15_archive.html
presentation of the book there in Cali on 17 February 2011. -----
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. Cross Domain
Eugenia Sanchez Nieto
Domains crossed. Eugenia Sanchez Nieto. Hunt Edition books. September 2010. Virtual Edition NTC ... , January 2011
http://ntc-libros-de-poesia.blogspot.com/2011_01_12_archive.html There
details of the book and link to the full virtual edition.
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Presentation of Books and Poetry reading: Orietta Lozano, and Hernán Sánchez Nieto Eugenia Vargascarreño. February 17, 2011. Cali.
http://fdpv.blogspot.com/2011_01_15_archive.html
presentation of the book there in Cali on 17 February 2011. -----
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The blog of the poet:
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E-mail + + + +
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Thursday, March 3, 2011
Muvis Enespanol Cratis
CONVERSATION WITH Luis Vidal. BY: JOSE LUIS DIAZ-GRANADOS. Magazine "fishy" No. 11, April-May 1990. NTC
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PHOTOGRAPHS.
Luis Vidal and Jose Luis Diaz-Granados. Christmas 1988. 
Luis Vidales (1985, when he won the Lenin Prize) with José Luis Díaz-Granados.
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CONVERSATION WITH LUIS VIDALES
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"Machismo STARTED WHEN GOD INVENT MAN WAS "
National Journalism Award" Simón Bolívar " , in the form " Best Interview Press, 1990. ( 1 ) 
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Kind, educated, sarcastic, irreverent, this writer and copy one of a kind man, just get out into the street. Stay all day confined to his apartment Teusaquillo, reclining, reading, smoking and watching television. "They are very bad programs, but sometimes there are good things," he says seriously.
states that does not write for months. Go a bit skeptical to the latest developments in the world. "Money has corrupted the soul of man for five thousand years. Everything is corrupt. What happened in Eastern Europe for the money. Why did the East Germans flee to the other side? Seduced by the money. Perestroika is the most extraordinary event of this time, and Gorbachev is trying to wipe a bit of soul to man. But it will not be able to wipe it off completely. It is something, however, attempting to clean. "
--- What are you reading now? ---
The Captain's Daughter, Pushkin. Is formidable.
--- What about writing?
--- Nothing. I already wrote everything I had to write. There are more than 20 unpublished books. Enough.
Vidales is one of the literary and political figures most important and controversial of the century in Colombia. Born in Hacienda "Blue River" near Calarcá, 26 July 1904, at 86 years has traveled the wide world and himself, he has held various jobs, from official 8th of Statistics to the president of the National Union Opposition (UNO) in Ontario, and has "visited" as a prisoner about 40 Colombian jails, since the initiation of Liberal government of Olaya Herrera to the President Turbay Ayala, when his home was raided at dawn and the poet was taken to the stables of Usaquén blindfolded, until thanks to the national and international pressure had to be released.
--- That was a wonderful experience --- --- laughs, because whenever I have gone to jail ride my school of Marxism and start to dictate my own catechism to the officers and soldiers. When the lieutenant brought me back to my house I invited him to a whiskey. We love to talk. The soldiers told me: "What a pity we can not say that again!". He worked forty years
statistical work and lived in exile eight in Chile, between 1952 and 1960.
--- How he combined poetic activity statistics?
separately --- Nothing in the universe. It was the Renaissance, now on the decline, the blame for the dissociation of things. Historical studies are now accompanied by statistics, in terms of checking population of the past. Poetry and search statistics are secret or unknown and the excitement at the finding is accurate. Just have a little sensitivity.
--- "But does not believe that poetry is incompatible for example, with mathematics?
--- No. You know that music is one of the highest forms of poetry to be extremely rhythm, and rhythm is twinned with higher mathematics. The Greek Xenakis, creator of music "estokástica" does sound structures in symphonies or computer, such as his work Pithoprakta, based on the mathematical formula of Maxwell-Volta. Are not music and poetry gathered Mallarmé? But not only in this area is given this combination. Also in the arts. In ancient Egypt, the statue of Memnon produced harmonious sounds good no sun appeared. Cambyses did break the sculpture to discover mystery. But the work went on singing. Two and a half centuries later, Septimus Severus ordered repair and return it to its pedestal. Finally, we repeat that music is rhythm and rhythm (not rhyme) is poetry. And poetry contains all the highest creations of human understanding.
--- You said somewhere that poetic expression is a synthesis, a condensation equivalent to the atom, the diamond or revolution. What do you mean by this statement?
--- From this point of view I live synthesis using this phenomenon to all things that go through my head. I think, for example, that " strong electric current of life Volta killed one day. " And I can think of phrases how are you:
"A Laplace, astronomer, he turned off the star one day, when he died." "The Cabot kicked the ball off the ground and discovered the United States." "Newton fell from the womb of his mother and discovered the law of gravity." "Despite the Milky Way there is no milk in the bowl of Colombians." And this one: "The machismo began when God was invented by man."
In 1926, Vidal traveled to Paris to study Economics and Sociology. Shortly thereafter lived in Italy as a diplomat. "The Ambassador was the conservative president José Vicente Concha. No off from his bottle of cognac. And he was obsessively against the Americans. Antiyanki was radical, so in Panama. "
He met briefly with Benito Mussolini, who made the blunder of saying that Colombia was "a Central American banana republic." A grinding point someone nudged him promptly to avoid an upset of the famous Duce.
.
--- What are your favorite authors?
--- There are many. And in a infinite variation. First, in what is called western civilization, I jump at the sight of the great medieval poet Francois Villon. It's something that overwhelms me. And then in the last century, I see there Rimbaud. There is no poetic movement in today's world to escape to the lesson of Rimbaud, who left --- you know, as a poet that is --- his poetic activism at age 19, but left orientation, a northern . In Colombia there are areas Vitanda to official criticism. I cite the spectacular case of Julio Flórez . In this poet is taken out of the anthologies, he stigmatizes, but in the back, when taking liquor, recite the Colombian Julio Flórez. This dynamic has something to do with the spirit of Colombia.
--- But what was really happening to Flórez?
--- Trying to figure out what was what happened to Julio Flórez , I see that when he began his preaching poetry in 1896 or shortly thereafter, in Colombia there was a tremendous trade crisis that was prelude the taking of Panama. Then the Colombian tasted life to ashes, but did not see things in a desperate and terrible. And Julio Flórez, as does every poet who hears the way around, sang skulls of death, sang his bones, femurs, sang the spiders in the corners, sang, in short, that whole arsenal of bad taste that the time given to Colombians. But Julio Flórez is rooted in national life. I have some 5 or 7 sonnets I've found this show another poet Julio Flórez . Publish an article one day be called Julio Flórez My to disclose not only the poem I'm not myself , but the poem Al atom, in which he sings things that are now discovering the scientific world. then Julio Flórez place them in the rightful place within the poetic life in Colombia, which is what has made the criticism in this country.
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Accessories (21 March 2011)
Luis Vidal and Jose Luis Diaz-Granados. Christmas 1988. Vidales the background library. They seem to taste with caramel figs with wine. We thank the poet José Luis the contribution of the historic photo, March 20, 2011.
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Luis Vidales (1985, when he won the Lenin Prize) with José Luis Díaz-Granados. the poet José Luis appreciate the contribution of the historic photo, March 20, 2011.
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This publication was reproduced (Mar. 3, 2011)
on the official blog of Luis Vidales:
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CONVERSATION WITH LUIS VIDALES
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"Machismo STARTED WHEN GOD INVENT MAN WAS "
National Journalism Award" Simón Bolívar " , in the form " Best Interview Press, 1990. ( 1 )
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BY: JOSE LUIS DIAZ-GRANADOS
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Published in "fishy" No. 11 - April-May 1990.
LATIN AMERICAN JOURNAL OF LITERATURE AND ART
Address: Eutiquio Leal, Fernando Soto Aparicio, Jaime Diaz
Chavarro .
NTC ... author is grateful to the kind of text input and permission to publish.
BY: JOSE LUIS DIAZ-GRANADOS
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Published in "fishy" No. 11 - April-May 1990.
LATIN AMERICAN JOURNAL OF LITERATURE AND ART
Address: Eutiquio Leal, Fernando Soto Aparicio, Jaime Diaz
Chavarro .
NTC ... author is grateful to the kind of text input and permission to publish.
Luis Vidal and José Luis Díaz-Granados
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Magazine "fishy" No. 11 - April - May - 1990.
Source: http://alegria-de-leer.blogspot.com/2006/07/una-utopia-cultural.html
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National Journalism Award "Simón Bolívar" , in the category "Best Interview Press, 1990.
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I visited Luis Vidales as others go to the cinema, theater or opera: in order to attend an aesthetic spectacle, in this case, intelligence. For many years I no longer remember how, twenty or more, I am doing with regular frequency, more and more amazed at his insight and endurance, admired by observing smoking one cigarette after another and drinking liquor in a comfortable Russian Drinking wood, without further damage will occur in a body that has endured for 86 years, more rugged and stormy century of history and a stormy career without parallel in the Colombian contemporary world map.
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Kind, educated, sarcastic, irreverent, this writer and copy one of a kind man, just get out into the street. Stay all day confined to his apartment Teusaquillo, reclining, reading, smoking and watching television. "They are very bad programs, but sometimes there are good things," he says seriously.
states that does not write for months. Go a bit skeptical to the latest developments in the world. "Money has corrupted the soul of man for five thousand years. Everything is corrupt. What happened in Eastern Europe for the money. Why did the East Germans flee to the other side? Seduced by the money. Perestroika is the most extraordinary event of this time, and Gorbachev is trying to wipe a bit of soul to man. But it will not be able to wipe it off completely. It is something, however, attempting to clean. "
--- What are you reading now? ---
The Captain's Daughter, Pushkin. Is formidable.
--- What about writing?
--- Nothing. I already wrote everything I had to write. There are more than 20 unpublished books. Enough.
Vidales is one of the literary and political figures most important and controversial of the century in Colombia. Born in Hacienda "Blue River" near Calarcá, 26 July 1904, at 86 years has traveled the wide world and himself, he has held various jobs, from official 8th of Statistics to the president of the National Union Opposition (UNO) in Ontario, and has "visited" as a prisoner about 40 Colombian jails, since the initiation of Liberal government of Olaya Herrera to the President Turbay Ayala, when his home was raided at dawn and the poet was taken to the stables of Usaquén blindfolded, until thanks to the national and international pressure had to be released.
--- That was a wonderful experience --- --- laughs, because whenever I have gone to jail ride my school of Marxism and start to dictate my own catechism to the officers and soldiers. When the lieutenant brought me back to my house I invited him to a whiskey. We love to talk. The soldiers told me: "What a pity we can not say that again!". He worked forty years
statistical work and lived in exile eight in Chile, between 1952 and 1960.
--- How he combined poetic activity statistics?
separately --- Nothing in the universe. It was the Renaissance, now on the decline, the blame for the dissociation of things. Historical studies are now accompanied by statistics, in terms of checking population of the past. Poetry and search statistics are secret or unknown and the excitement at the finding is accurate. Just have a little sensitivity.
--- "But does not believe that poetry is incompatible for example, with mathematics?
--- No. You know that music is one of the highest forms of poetry to be extremely rhythm, and rhythm is twinned with higher mathematics. The Greek Xenakis, creator of music "estokástica" does sound structures in symphonies or computer, such as his work Pithoprakta, based on the mathematical formula of Maxwell-Volta. Are not music and poetry gathered Mallarmé? But not only in this area is given this combination. Also in the arts. In ancient Egypt, the statue of Memnon produced harmonious sounds good no sun appeared. Cambyses did break the sculpture to discover mystery. But the work went on singing. Two and a half centuries later, Septimus Severus ordered repair and return it to its pedestal. Finally, we repeat that music is rhythm and rhythm (not rhyme) is poetry. And poetry contains all the highest creations of human understanding.
--- You said somewhere that poetic expression is a synthesis, a condensation equivalent to the atom, the diamond or revolution. What do you mean by this statement?
--- From this point of view I live synthesis using this phenomenon to all things that go through my head. I think, for example, that " strong electric current of life Volta killed one day. " And I can think of phrases how are you:
"A Laplace, astronomer, he turned off the star one day, when he died." "The Cabot kicked the ball off the ground and discovered the United States." "Newton fell from the womb of his mother and discovered the law of gravity." "Despite the Milky Way there is no milk in the bowl of Colombians." And this one: "The machismo began when God was invented by man."
In 1926, Vidal traveled to Paris to study Economics and Sociology. Shortly thereafter lived in Italy as a diplomat. "The Ambassador was the conservative president José Vicente Concha. No off from his bottle of cognac. And he was obsessively against the Americans. Antiyanki was radical, so in Panama. "
He met briefly with Benito Mussolini, who made the blunder of saying that Colombia was "a Central American banana republic." A grinding point someone nudged him promptly to avoid an upset of the famous Duce.
.
--- What are your favorite authors?
--- There are many. And in a infinite variation. First, in what is called western civilization, I jump at the sight of the great medieval poet Francois Villon. It's something that overwhelms me. And then in the last century, I see there Rimbaud. There is no poetic movement in today's world to escape to the lesson of Rimbaud, who left --- you know, as a poet that is --- his poetic activism at age 19, but left orientation, a northern . In Colombia there are areas Vitanda to official criticism. I cite the spectacular case of Julio Flórez . In this poet is taken out of the anthologies, he stigmatizes, but in the back, when taking liquor, recite the Colombian Julio Flórez. This dynamic has something to do with the spirit of Colombia.
--- But what was really happening to Flórez?
--- Trying to figure out what was what happened to Julio Flórez , I see that when he began his preaching poetry in 1896 or shortly thereafter, in Colombia there was a tremendous trade crisis that was prelude the taking of Panama. Then the Colombian tasted life to ashes, but did not see things in a desperate and terrible. And Julio Flórez, as does every poet who hears the way around, sang skulls of death, sang his bones, femurs, sang the spiders in the corners, sang, in short, that whole arsenal of bad taste that the time given to Colombians. But Julio Flórez is rooted in national life. I have some 5 or 7 sonnets I've found this show another poet Julio Flórez . Publish an article one day be called Julio Flórez My to disclose not only the poem I'm not myself , but the poem Al atom, in which he sings things that are now discovering the scientific world. then Julio Flórez place them in the rightful place within the poetic life in Colombia, which is what has made the criticism in this country.
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--- What do you feel when they approach 86 years? ---
Recently a friend of mine came and brought me the Civil Registration certificate of my birth and where it appears that I came into the world on July 26, 1900 and not 1904 as appears everywhere. I myself do not know if it is in 1900 or 1904. But if the former, which is safer, then I will soon celebrate 90 years ... What do you think?
Published in the journal "fishy" No. 11 - April - May - 1990 -
Recently a friend of mine came and brought me the Civil Registration certificate of my birth and where it appears that I came into the world on July 26, 1900 and not 1904 as appears everywhere. I myself do not know if it is in 1900 or 1904. But if the former, which is safer, then I will soon celebrate 90 years ... What do you think?
Published in the journal "fishy" No. 11 - April - May - 1990 -
Address: Eutiquio Leal, Fernando Soto Aparicio, Jaime Diaz
Chavarro http://alegria-de- leer.blogspot.com/2006/07/una-utopia-cultural.html
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Chavarro http://alegria-de- leer.blogspot.com/2006/07/una-utopia-cultural.html
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NTC ... LINKS
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About Luis Vidales:
** http://luisvidales.blogspot.com/ Luis Vidales. Official Website of the poet of "beeps"
** http://ntcblog.blogspot.com/2006_03_02_archive.html NTC Publishing ... . 80 YEARS OF "beeps" of Luis Vidales, 25 February 1926 honor and memory. FEBRUARY 26, 2006 ------
About José Luis Díaz-Granados:
** http://luisvidales.blogspot.com/ Luis Vidales. Official Website of the poet of "beeps"
** http://ntcblog.blogspot.com/2006_03_02_archive.html NTC Publishing ... . 80 YEARS OF "beeps" of Luis Vidales, 25 February 1926 honor and memory. FEBRUARY 26, 2006 ------
About José Luis Díaz-Granados:
** http://joseluisdiazgranados.blogspot.com/
** Official Blog The party life. Selection. José Luis Díaz-Granados. A library book No. 66 cents, http://ntc-libros-de-poesia.blogspot.com/2011_02_17_archive.html February 2011.
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About Eutiquio Leal and magazine
http://alegria-de-leer.blogspot.com/2006/07/una-utopia-cultural.html
http://alegria-de -leer.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuentos-publicados-en-gato-encerrado.html
http://jorgeepardoescritor.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-escritor-eutiquio-leal.html
http://www.creadorescolombianos.com/contenido.php?id=437
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** Official Blog The party life. Selection. José Luis Díaz-Granados. A library book No. 66 cents, http://ntc-libros-de-poesia.blogspot.com/2011_02_17_archive.html February 2011.
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About Eutiquio Leal and magazine
http://alegria-de-leer.blogspot.com/2006/07/una-utopia-cultural.html
http://alegria-de -leer.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuentos-publicados-en-gato-encerrado.html
http://jorgeepardoescritor.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-escritor-eutiquio-leal.html
http://www.creadorescolombianos.com/contenido.php?id=437
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Eutiquio Leal. December 12, 1928, Chaparral (Tolima) - Bogotá, May 13, 1997. Http://www.creadorescolombianos.com/contenido.php?id=437
Eutiquio
Leal was born on December 12, 1928 in the town of Chaparral and died in Bogotá on 13 May 1997. He was a laborer, a journalist, traveling salesman, soldier, university professor for over thirty years. He won literary competitions many times in stories and novels and excelled as a director and cofounder of national and international journals devoted to culture in general and literature in particular. Own publications, out of leadership by a time Free and National The rat , appeared regularly in various organs. He traveled through Europe, Asia, South and Central America and is included in important anthologies of short story in Colombia and Latin America, getting the translation of some of his texts. A founding member and director of the National Writers Union, UNE, conducted writing workshops which was the initiator in Colombia and was ranked as one of the innovators of Colombian literature. On the happenings of his life and work Carlos Orlando Pardo wrote a book published in Pijao Editors named Eutiquio Life and Work of Leal. Published Rally Alborada, poems, Water Fire, stories, After the Night, novel, Vietnam, path of freedom; Workshops I and II literature, history, origin, methods and organization, Changing Moon, stories, pump Time, stories, After the Night, novel, 1964 and The Time of Alcatraz, novel, 1989. He is the author of books of poems Fairy Round; Trinos to sow Trinitarias augers and Music in 1996. He left several unpublished works including novels Guerrilla The third time, and 15, which was a finalist in the Esso Award for Literature and Monte Avila in Caracas, and an anthology of short story The ear land. In 1996 he was awarded an honorary doctorate at the Universidad Simón Bolívar de Barranquilla. Tolima won the prize for literature in 1980.
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** http://julio-florez-ntc.blogspot.com/2010_07_29_archive.html . Julio Flórez. Chiquinquirá, Boyacá, Colombia, May 22, 1867 - Usiacurí, Atlántico, Colombia, February 7, 1923
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We left in February
Devoured in the sour feast
winter ends February
defoliating petals of bitterness,
between warm sandalwood ash
and longing eyes
essential.
Devoured in the sour feast
winter ends February
defoliating petals of bitterness,
between warm sandalwood ash
and longing eyes
essential.
© 2010 M. Sonseca
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thick Mucas 2 Days Before Period
... Compilations of the press. February 27, 2011
What's with our books? EDITORIAL
, El Espectador, February 26, 2011. Http://www.elespectador.com/opinion/editorial/articulo-253342-pasa-nuestros-libros
RECENTLY THE GENERAL EDITOR Alfaguara, Pilar Reyes, asked at a conference in Spain, "Why why the market for books in English is not that of all countries that speak English? ". That is, if a literary work is published in Argentina, Colombia and Mexico, why do the same work is not sold at the same time in Spain and all English speaking countries? It seems obvious that our language, spoken by about 500 million, the second international language and the third used the Internet, it should use to make their books have a wider market.
The puzzle, however, is not easy to solve. Beyond customs and tariff barriers (which still exist in some countries), the problem is that the same areas of the libraries would not suffice to explain the production of all countries combined. The dream of paper books that circulate throughout the continent will remain a dream that may never be realized. Even the English-language books run from Australia via South Africa, Britain, USA and Canada. Also these countries, except the big names and big best-sellers, markets are fragmented, although to a lesser as ours.
In our isolation would be easy to blame them, with an outdated colonialist discourse, the stepmother Spain and its transnational issue. It is true that 20 years ago there was a time when the peninsula, a little weary of the Latin American boom, sought to impose its own authority at the expense of the economic crisis of our continent, and for a moment it seemed that the only authors who deserve jump boundaries were born in Spain. The situation now appears more balanced. There are some hundreds of Latin American writers whose books have been able to cross the Atlantic. The serious, even sad, is that it seems that in order to receive the attention of other Latin American countries, the critical success or sales should take place before in Spain. If supplements or English readers receive either an Argentinean and Mexico and Chile are interested in him, not before. The route is too long for a Colombian writer comes to Mexico or Buenos Aires: so long that happens before Madrid. Back
international local writer is expensive (the transport of books is expensive and not worth it take a hundred books to a country where they will sell ten), but it might be less difficult if we try American cultural projects more effective integration . La Feria de Guadalajara is one of them, no doubt the most important book fair in our language, far above any of the English. Maybe I should think of a continental grand prix not unpublished novels, but novels already published on the continent. This type of award (like the Booker, the Pulitzer and the Prix Goncourt in other areas) would be a great stimulus and not have to pass before Barcelona.
We are not pessimistic. The situation is not the worst in history. Perhaps never before, even in the mythical first half of the twentieth century (when Mexico and Argentina published more and better books than Spain), English-language books circulated as much as now. But this glass half full not prevent us from seeing the glass half empty, that there is too. To improve you have to make alliances between small independent publishers. It should facilitate the movement of local literary magazines, with state support. To stimulate trade, regional fairs and festivals, such as that already exist and should not disappear. And finally, the mystery is Internet and e-book. Just as there are now virtual libraries in a few years there will be great books available for download cheap or free. But even then we know who is worth choosing. Cultural journalism will continue to play its former role there and filter direction in a world that often default does not sin but overproduction.
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In 2045, computers will think alone ': Time magazine (1)
By: Sergio Gomez Maseri.
El Tiempo, Feb. 20, 2011, http://www.eltiempo.com/tecnologia/actualidad/ARTICULO-WEB-NEW_NOTA_INTERIOR-8885560.html 
- Portal-blog
complementary to NTC ... we ran ... .
http://ntcblog.blogspot.com/ , ntcgra@gmail.com Cali, Colombia.
http://ntcblog.blogspot.com/ , ntcgra@gmail.com Cali, Colombia.
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What's with our books? EDITORIAL
, El Espectador, February 26, 2011. Http://www.elespectador.com/opinion/editorial/articulo-253342-pasa-nuestros-libros
RECENTLY THE GENERAL EDITOR Alfaguara, Pilar Reyes, asked at a conference in Spain, "Why why the market for books in English is not that of all countries that speak English? ". That is, if a literary work is published in Argentina, Colombia and Mexico, why do the same work is not sold at the same time in Spain and all English speaking countries? It seems obvious that our language, spoken by about 500 million, the second international language and the third used the Internet, it should use to make their books have a wider market.
The puzzle, however, is not easy to solve. Beyond customs and tariff barriers (which still exist in some countries), the problem is that the same areas of the libraries would not suffice to explain the production of all countries combined. The dream of paper books that circulate throughout the continent will remain a dream that may never be realized. Even the English-language books run from Australia via South Africa, Britain, USA and Canada. Also these countries, except the big names and big best-sellers, markets are fragmented, although to a lesser as ours.
In our isolation would be easy to blame them, with an outdated colonialist discourse, the stepmother Spain and its transnational issue. It is true that 20 years ago there was a time when the peninsula, a little weary of the Latin American boom, sought to impose its own authority at the expense of the economic crisis of our continent, and for a moment it seemed that the only authors who deserve jump boundaries were born in Spain. The situation now appears more balanced. There are some hundreds of Latin American writers whose books have been able to cross the Atlantic. The serious, even sad, is that it seems that in order to receive the attention of other Latin American countries, the critical success or sales should take place before in Spain. If supplements or English readers receive either an Argentinean and Mexico and Chile are interested in him, not before. The route is too long for a Colombian writer comes to Mexico or Buenos Aires: so long that happens before Madrid. Back
international local writer is expensive (the transport of books is expensive and not worth it take a hundred books to a country where they will sell ten), but it might be less difficult if we try American cultural projects more effective integration . La Feria de Guadalajara is one of them, no doubt the most important book fair in our language, far above any of the English. Maybe I should think of a continental grand prix not unpublished novels, but novels already published on the continent. This type of award (like the Booker, the Pulitzer and the Prix Goncourt in other areas) would be a great stimulus and not have to pass before Barcelona.
We are not pessimistic. The situation is not the worst in history. Perhaps never before, even in the mythical first half of the twentieth century (when Mexico and Argentina published more and better books than Spain), English-language books circulated as much as now. But this glass half full not prevent us from seeing the glass half empty, that there is too. To improve you have to make alliances between small independent publishers. It should facilitate the movement of local literary magazines, with state support. To stimulate trade, regional fairs and festivals, such as that already exist and should not disappear. And finally, the mystery is Internet and e-book. Just as there are now virtual libraries in a few years there will be great books available for download cheap or free. But even then we know who is worth choosing. Cultural journalism will continue to play its former role there and filter direction in a world that often default does not sin but overproduction.
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Notes on trade
By: Santiago Gamboa
El Espectador, February 26, 2011. http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253338-notas-sobre-el-oficio
V after participating in the Carnival of Barranquilla Arts, that wonderful space for reflection, I had to face several times the traditional question of what is written and, above all, why I do it. Resolved the matter with answers like, "because I love to read", but influenced by the extraordinary environment took some notes I now share with you. Writing is the best way of thinking. (Next: http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253338-notas-sobre-el-oficio )
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Notes on trade
By: Santiago Gamboa
El Espectador, February 26, 2011. http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253338-notas-sobre-el-oficio
V after participating in the Carnival of Barranquilla Arts, that wonderful space for reflection, I had to face several times the traditional question of what is written and, above all, why I do it. Resolved the matter with answers like, "because I love to read", but influenced by the extraordinary environment took some notes I now share with you. Writing is the best way of thinking. (Next: http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253338-notas-sobre-el-oficio )
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About newest product, the individual
By: Julio Cesar Londoño
El Espectador, February 26, 2011. http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253339-sobre-un-producto-novisimo-el-individuo
ONE OF THE most significant event in history is the emergence of the individual. One believes that the individual has always existed but in reality is an invention recent. Equally important, many historians no longer put the beginning of modernity in the Renaissance but in the period between 1050 and 1250, when you see this psychological phenomenon. (Still: p: / / www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253339-sobre-un-producto-novisimo-el-individuo )
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About newest product, the individual
By: Julio Cesar Londoño
El Espectador, February 26, 2011. http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253339-sobre-un-producto-novisimo-el-individuo
ONE OF THE most significant event in history is the emergence of the individual. One believes that the individual has always existed but in reality is an invention recent. Equally important, many historians no longer put the beginning of modernity in the Renaissance but in the period between 1050 and 1250, when you see this psychological phenomenon. (Still: p: / / www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-253339-sobre-un-producto-novisimo-el-individuo )
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- Perfecting
democracy
By: William Ospina
are three kinds of countries, which are democracy, who do not have it and those who believe. I suspect that we belong to the third group.
El Espectador, February 20, 2011. http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-251933-perfeccionando-democracia
democracy
By: William Ospina
are three kinds of countries, which are democracy, who do not have it and those who believe. I suspect that we belong to the third group.
El Espectador, February 20, 2011. http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/columna-251933-perfeccionando-democracia
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Anthology Colombian lighter note "*. Maryluz Vallejo and Daniel Samper Pizano.
Dialogue
GAZETTE Hoyos Santiago Cruz, El Pais, Cali. February 27, 2011, http://ntc-narrativa.blogspot.com/2011_02_27_archive.html
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Anthology Colombian lighter note "*. Maryluz Vallejo and Daniel Samper Pizano.
Dialogue
GAZETTE Hoyos Santiago Cruz, El Pais, Cali. February 27, 2011, http://ntc-narrativa.blogspot.com/2011_02_27_archive.html
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+++++ a combative writer. Almudena Grandes.
By Lucy Lorraine Booker.
GAZETTE, El Pais, Cali. February 27, 2011, http://www.elpais.com.co/elpais/edicion_impresa/43dde7dfe52bb7b5711b79a34a87ed08/gaceta-Febrero-27-de-2011.php pages 4 to 6.
+++++ a combative writer. Almudena Grandes.
By Lucy Lorraine Booker.
GAZETTE, El Pais, Cali. February 27, 2011, http://www.elpais.com.co/elpais/edicion_impresa/43dde7dfe52bb7b5711b79a34a87ed08/gaceta-Febrero-27-de-2011.php pages 4 to 6.
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Descendant of Verne and Tarzan
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Descendant of Verne and Tarzan
By: Nelson Fredy Padilla.
The writer and sociologist Rodrigo Parra Sandoval won literary prizes in the Casa de las Americas 2011. Ediciones B
publish the winning novel "Pharaoh Angola 'in the Bogotá Book Fair
El Espectador, printed, February 27, 2011. Pags. 56 and 57. http://ntc-narrativa.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html
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publish the winning novel "Pharaoh Angola 'in the Bogotá Book Fair
El Espectador, printed, February 27, 2011. Pags. 56 and 57. http://ntc-narrativa.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html
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In 2045, computers will think alone ': Time magazine (1)
By: Sergio Gomez Maseri.
El Tiempo, Feb. 20, 2011, http://www.eltiempo.com/tecnologia/actualidad/ARTICULO-WEB-NEW_NOTA_INTERIOR-8885560.html
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Human Welcome to the future. scientist and inventor Ray Kurzweil in 2045 established that the machines are smarter than people and that will help men to live eternally.
week, Saturday February 26, 2011 http://www.semana.com/noticias-vida-moderna/humanos-bienvenidos-futuro/152444.aspx
week, Saturday February 26, 2011 http://www.semana.com/noticias-vida-moderna/humanos-bienvenidos-futuro/152444.aspx
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2045: The Year Man Becomes Immortal
By Lev Grossman Thursday
TIME, Feb. 10, 2011, http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0, 8599, 2048138.00. html
By Lev Grossman Thursday
TIME, Feb. 10, 2011, http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0, 8599, 2048138.00. html
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INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. author Duties
INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. Artists no longer see technology as a rival. Internet is bringing to the public and is leading to a transformation that requires a change in the way they think the rights of the creator. WEEK Saturday February 26, 2011, http://www.semana.com/noticias-cultura/deberes-autor/152439.aspx
INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. Artists no longer see technology as a rival. Internet is bringing to the public and is leading to a transformation that requires a change in the way they think the rights of the creator. WEEK Saturday February 26, 2011, http://www.semana.com/noticias-cultura/deberes-autor/152439.aspx
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NTC ... * we encounter ... (Year 11), http://ntcblog.blogspot.com/ *
ntcgra@gmail.com . Cali, Colombia.
* Updated February 27, 2011
-e and spreads:
NTC ... * we encounter ... (Year 11), http://ntcblog.blogspot.com/ *
ntcgra@gmail.com . Cali, Colombia.
* Updated February 27, 2011
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