jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2016

Son of a gun

Hi amigeos (hehe)

Today i'm going to write about a chilean writer that i admire, is one of the best chilean writers i think but isn't that famous like Mistral or Neruda or Parra. Maybe the problem is that in our country the people doesn't read too much, perhaps because the high prices of the books (but all got that smartphones that cost like an eye) or because a problem in our culture, i mean, it's like no one likes to read, maybe because they see in that an obligation or something, really i don't know. But, enough with the reflections, i'm going to move straight to tell you all about Manuel Rojas. He's chilean, but he was born in Buenos Aires in 1896. The relation with Argentina in his childhood was solid, because his family went from BAs to Santiago, then went back to Mendoza, and at the end he settle down in Chile. One of the things that i admire is that he cross the Andes mountain chain at foot, also travel into some trains that in that decades join both of the countries. He left school about his 11 years old, but never stop his education, he was a self-educated man and learned about so many things, he work painting, writing, electricist, work in the trains, etc, He did a lot of things. All of that is writed on his famous novel that it's called: Hijo de ladrón. He had a really close relation with the anarchy, i think that was because he was so free, or thats is maybe what he feel, moving around two countries and by foot, doing a lot of differents jobs, reading a lot of books. I admire him, he was like a true artist, a humble one. I recomend you to read his work, he wrote a lot of things, not only novels. He wrote poetry, magazines, manifests, tales, storys, etc. I remember one of his tales, called "Canto y Baile", that is located in a brothel. There, two gangs totally opposites. the Palomillas and the Ladrones, had an encounter, a violent one... The style of writing is in "chilean", i can say haha, they all are from the underworld so they speak like the "coa" of that time. Here is a quote:

"Tan diablo y tan maldito que eres y por dos chuzacitos que te pegué ya te estás muriendo…"

He has some other tales that are really good. I thint that if i meet him i would talk with him like hours, because his mind and his toughts really like me, and it would be awesome to share some words with  my favourite chilean writer. I would ask him how was his journey crossing the Andes, and some other things. But he died in 1973, so that isn't going to happend ): He died in March, 7 months before the start of the dictatoriship, i think that if he doesn't died naturally, they would kill him because his political posture, i don't think that he had scape... 


Here is a poem: 

Gusano

Lo mismo que un gusano que hilara su capullo,
hila en la rueda tuya tu sentir interior;
he pensado que el hombre debe crear lo suyo,
como la mariposa sus alas de color.

Teje serenamente, sin soberbia ni orgullo,
tus ansias y tu vida, tu verso y tu dolor.
Será mejor la seda que hizo el trabajo tuyo,
porque en ella pusiste tu paciencia y tu amor.

Yo, como tú, en mi rueca hilo la vida mía,
y cada nueva hebra me trae la alegría
de saber que entretejo mi amor y mi sentir.

Después, cuando mi muerte se pare ante mi senda,
con mis sedas más blancas levantaré una tienda y,
a su sombra, desnudo, me tenderé a dormir.

Manuel Rojas: Tonada del transeúnte. Santiago de Chile: Ed. Nascimento, 1927.


That's all, i hope you all stay cool. (about the heat wave)

domingo, 13 de noviembre de 2016

Bukowski isn't that good

Hi Geofriends, i'm actually doing a entry that was missed in my pc haha and it's about a book that i'll like 2 share with y'all. The writer is Henry Miller, a normal guy with a really open mind. I think that's, in a few words, is the best description of him. I like almost all of his books, because he had like an abstract form to combine the words in a way that it's like poetry but about his normal (not so normal) life. For this entry i'm gonna talk about Tropic of Cancer, that was the first Millers book that i read, i think it was about 7 or 6 years ago. It's about his travel to France in the decade of 1930, the time between wars. But isn't a normal travel like a touristic one, he went to Paris to write, to try to get some inspiration, like i think others artist have done before, but the way he told the days that he stayed there, sleeping in the streets, being hungry because he hasn't money and speaking with other writers and painters about the art is something beautifull. Like an advertence, this book also it's like a porno book, it was censored when he publish it because the explicit scenes of sex in the underworld of a Paris full of artists. But the central think about what is the art, who is and artist and some other topics full of reflection and self-reflection are the thinks that makes the book a really good one.
I hope y'all read a lot, because it's the best way to learn how to listen to...

PD: Paris was such a licentious place in that time!!!

jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2016

Family trees

I can say about my birthdays that the most of them was really calm and simple. I remember had a lot of food and also that akward feeling when all the people start to sing that repetitive birthday song and you dont know what face you can put or where you can look, because all the people are looking at you! Yes, that moment its like a trauma to me hahaha, so uncomfortable! But im going to tell you all about my latest birthday, that wasnt in my actual birth date but it was in the same month (April). That day all my middle brothers (whos are also born in April, and one of them in March) decided to do a big celebration. That was a really cool thing because i dont see them often ('cause family issue) and for the first time we are all joined in our grandpa house eating and talking about so many things. That night in San Fernando was really cool, about the 4-5 am it start to rain really hard, so we move inside and continue the celebration. It was such a great night, and morning, because at the next day we all went to play football haha. Now i hope that we can have another day like that, maybe we will celebrate in Venezuela (there lives one of my brothers) or Concepción or in here, Santiago. It is really cool to me to share moments with them, because im not use to be the little brother, trying to learn from the others.

 Hope y'all be good, and drink water to avoid the heat atacks!.

Bye, we'll meet again in a week!




PD: This topic reminds me this song
 Eh Eh, its your birthday, we gonna party like its you birthday
 https://youtu.be/5qm8PH4xAss

jueves, 3 de noviembre de 2016

Days on the south

Hi geo m8,Im going 2 write 'bout the last weekend, that was a long weekend, so I took a little vacations and use that time to visit my nephews and niece in Concepción. Before all, the friday i went to San Fernando, to see my dad and his dog Luna, a little thing that is really full of love. The begining of the trip to Conce was at the morning of Sunday, i went on the bus with my brother and his lady, dont know how to define that relationship but they are going to be father and mother in, maybe, May of the 2017. The thing is that the trip was a little bit boring 'cause they usually put a movie, but this time they didn't. When we finally arrived i was so happy, also 'cause we went sat like 5 hrs, my ass ended like a piece of marble or something. At my another brothers house we were spected by my nephews (one of them is 9 years old, and the other one is 2 years old), my niece (she is 8 years old) and the dogs of the house Gaspar and Melchor. Im a big fan of the dogs (dont think that i dont care bout the childrens hahaha)so i was really happy, both of 'em r really big boys, just one can make u lose ur balance, so when they went to say hello, i ended at the floor with tonges everywhere!

I ate a lot, the days that was halloween the childrens was sad 'cause it started to rain like the world would end, it rain like side to side, but we play jenga and then sang at the karaoke, so at the end they feel good and i was happy 'bout it. 

I arrived to Santiago yesterday, the trip was direct so it tooks like 8-9 hrs, i was really exhausted, its crazy how a trip where you just are in a chair can be that tiring. Had a joke about that, that i has to draw a new line in my ass haha. 

Well, thats all, i hope y'all have had a cool weekend, at least the time we went outside the routine can be relaxing. 

Chill. 



PD: I had listened this song of Pink Floyd and it blows my mind, i like 2 spend time with my brothers 'cause they had a really good music taste.
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