Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Spinning Bike Squeaks

RAL, M


RAL,M - Revue d'Art et de littérature, musique

Nº 69
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Bonne lecture.

Patrick Cintas.

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Monday, March 14, 2011

Scorpio Stopped Talking To Me

Poets in the Equinox Wagon Wagon


Willing to return to the word, with a tandem of good friends. The emerging culture crystallizes and brutal in Pereira.
Poets confirmed for the show "Poets in the Equinox" are: Conrad Alzate Valencia (Riosucio), Juan Carlos Acevedo Ramos (Manila), Flobo Zapata Arias (Manila), Hernando Guerra Tovar (Ibague) Maria Cecilia Muñoz (Medellín), Girl Julian Cardona (Pereira), Angela Penagos (Medellín), Adrian Pino Male (Pereira), Anna Frances Rhodes (Medellin), Alfonso Marín (Pereira), Diana Patricia Toro Angel (Manila), Omar Garcia Ramírez (Armenia), Maria Helena Giraldo (Medellin), Francisco Gonzalez Lotero (Dosquebradas), Giovanny Gómez (Pereira), Yorlady Ruíz (Pereira), Adelnide Giraldo Herrera (Dosquebradas), JJ Guzman Abella (Armenia), Germain Cuervo (Cali) Gustavo Ortiz (Bogotá), Edgar Trejos (Riosucio) Iban Marin Alarcón (Manila), and Carlos Mario Uribe (Manizales).

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Convert Track Lighting

A small tropical



One gets the house in boxes, books, clothing, records, tedious and stressful, it seems strange to leave the place where you've lived a long time and let them deal with another (the city , in his pride architectural concrete and metal, is indifferent to who lives there, the buildings prostitute their internal spaces to the highest bidder to hang their posters, place your bed, your furniture and absurd life, never forgetting who the occupied before), but the strangest thing is those objects that do not fit in any of the above tags and who are orphaned, lost, among the boxes and sealed. A skull carved in lava of Vesuvius I brought a stroller in the Philippines gave me a sketch of a poem written on a napkin in the year 2007 (oh, how literary!), Leopard belt I do not get, patches that would, one day, and far, to sew on my sucks, I entertained the Rio summers on the beach in Los Canos de Meca. What to do with these remnants of the past who are bent on joining? They are not ours but ours because one is no longer the same as it was then. You say, bah, I'll take, then says no, no, better drop, threw them into the garbage, I do not know, each time you move one goes rid of memories, whose only use useless junk in the end, is disturbing on the shelves and take dust, which have no established place. In the end, one is not just your body and your mind and your fears, but also are part of an object that has the ends of the bell curve that we all are and that sometimes cut costs. We cling to as he clings to one of its members. Distress.

the end I pulled a few things. I have put in large garbage bags (I guess, suddenly, my things had become garbage), I've left on the street next to the recycling bins in the middle of the night. When I returned from Opencor've seen my stuff, some of my old clothes, lying on the floor, someone was interested, had opened the bags, had peeked and had left everything scattered on the sidewalk. It was strange to see my stuff there in the street, because things are always others, some of which I try to imagine life as a result of their garbage. This time it was my stuff and tried to imagine my life inspire me in those clothes and came out a different life that was not mine. Of course, I was much offended who judged not searched any of my old belongings deepest interest.

Moving, then, is not just a change of room or home is a more profound change as a journey, a return not just a move in the same way as one does not return from war. Moving at last, after all, is a small war, the kind that occur in the Third World and no one hears, to his own memory and its tendency to be preserved somehow. And life is made of pottery that, ultimately, is what remains when you die.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Is Gaviscon Bad For The Liver?

whole truth about the sex lives of Danger Txe



Well, my sex life goes something like this: I am, is not it, and then I start to feel a something that what I most intimate interlinings suliveya me, and then I take off my clothes and left with the skin crackling in the air and that it gives me that way and then ... then ... have chopped

! This post is not about my sex life but ... reading! The opposite sex! (Oh! Booing and whistling in the house, disappointment, kicking, pervasive sadness, disappointment) .

To make the move to pisazín (the pisazo piquiñín) I packed the books and found about 15 boxes full of print and now much greater than that occupied on the shelves. And that they say that knowledge does not take place. Otherwise I have tried to get rid of some 100 books and, as happened to Augusto Monterroso, I have not been able, in principle, the friends were delighted and to come to find books gratelo ( other guy, we spent Friday fixed), but time passes and there is not no God. Surely if mutants gave away the fluff I have for the most people come sockets. Folks, it's free, dammit.

is because the books are very well regarded, and reading in general. There are people who do not like reading . Thus, in general, do not like reading. This fascinates me because I say, everyone has hobbies right? Dogs, baroque music, cars, weird sex, porcelain floors, gardening, the Civil War. Well, all these things are books, because books are a kind of summary Pret a porter of spacetime. So if you like these things, why not read about them? Learn fuck. To me it's not like I read, read, hard effort and tired eyes, what I like is what comes within certain books, as I stand and suffer and I read them. And I get to own, hear. Imagine

that could make a phone call to an uncle who lived 2,500 years ago. What the heck I'm saying, right? Talk to Plato, for example. This technology does not exist, but there is another that allows: the book! There are books that are kept of people who lived zillion thousand years and say what they lived and thought. And there are science fiction books that explain how to escape a thousand years from Earth to a habitable exoplanet Alpha Centauri to escape the swelling of the Sun became a red giant. Reading is like to live many lives in many different times ( crybaby, lighters, emotion ).

best of the books, however, decorating, are very nice on the shelf and make you look smarter, but less friendly. And you can talk about many things often untimely and say in a conversation: "I once read that ..." "There is a book that says ..." If not you talking about? Thirtysomethings and just talk about mortgages, jobs, child care, tax and stuff, and those who are in their thirties, time. Why not read.

Well, said the other day Eduardo Mendicutti on TV that not everyone has to be reader who read about other non, and Padrón peppers. That should not be read because it is healthy as eating yogurt with bifidus or fresh vegetables. Sometimes you have to use sex appeal, as was done above: boobs, morbidity, confessions. So if you want to stop reading this post can do it ... Now!



(What a relief it is over right? In the picture the Author about to experience a literary orgasm. Photo by Oscar Carriquí, photographer , genius and figure).