Writers defectors
Carlos Yusti
"We all know that writing comes from a man or a woman sitting alone in a room with a hook, a cup of coffee and, in the old days, a cigarette. " Doris Lessing
friends with other writers tried to create a network of writers. We met some parameters trying to create social security for the writer, usually a full-time pelabola.
was a plural network in which there was everything: the poet who never wrote, but is a supporter of any cause loss, clarified that he wrote poems to extremists militants in the worst style of Chinese Valera Mora, bohemian todomedaigual always, there were the costumes as writer Luis Alberto Crespo, who had a well founded and we work others, the usual killjoy skeptics that despite the state wrote a promoter of cultural and all liars culturologists have infested political power. Gradually the dogmatic nostalgic for the redemption of the people, who are always there, wanted to label the network as a socialist. The discrepancies were felt even by the most notorious Bohemian, did not seem ethical or much less alcohol such a proposal.
Politics is the arena where the imagination stops to make way for the lyrics of the numbers and percentages. The policy makes practical sense. Search results. Poetry, and art in general, instead cling to the intangibles and achievements rather than flush with the skin every day of days looking for plowing in the sea of \u200b\u200bspirit. Of course the party commissioners consider this fraud, amariconadas crap and claiming the top leader is obedient minions (seals submissive is said in the jargon) to clap their biographical crap (and his lousy taste in music) on national TV.
One is enslaved to words to keep hands busy with chores less vacuous to applaud. Writing is clean pass in the world from the imagination and memory, from the creative metaphor and humor. We write to discard the clichés, slogans and textbooks, through the Marxists to those used to learn to drive. Writing has more to do with the parachute that commitment.
George Perec at a meeting of intellectuals in debating issues highbrow literature, shyly raised her hand to tell a personal experience: "... I want to talk I gave a jump. At first it seems that there is no relationship between a parachute jump and a discussion among intellectuals. And indeed, there is not. Simply put, if I can convey my feelings at this moment ... the memories of a parachute jump I did a long time ... I think we all see that there are certain commonalities, but for now I can not define it, but I think it will define somehow. So start. We are at an airfield. There are a few jumpers. Should not only understand what paratrooper in the sense that is given today, we only think that among all these paratroopers is a paratrooper I am, George Perec [awkward giggles], ie someone who has some good will, pleasure life and the difficulties that can resolve or intends to solve exactly the extent that franking get all the steps required to jump. There are several planes circling the track that made a huge noise. The wait is extremely long. We all experience some sort of disappointment because, while we wait, many people are going before us, ie there are many people who are risking before us, and we can not prove that we also size. We just hope, smoke a cigarette, let's piss, (...) and then at a certain time, give an order: the aircraft. " Write and live
are spectacular jumps into the void. To take risks is What is at issue and disposal facilities. If some writers are content to sign letters of support for the top leader or manifests (on behalf of the liberation of the peoples of the imperialist yoke) discredit the risks that involves creative writing. If many writers want to be just an ornament of power in a given historical circumstances, we do a disservice to literature and become creative risk escapees. If the writer prefers the land and keep pissing (or clapping) calm is valid, but yielding his turn for others to do the most incredible leap of their lives and not soiled so exasperated with slogans and beating their breasts for the redemption of the dispossessed.
Carlos Yusti
"We all know that writing comes from a man or a woman sitting alone in a room with a hook, a cup of coffee and, in the old days, a cigarette. " Doris Lessing
friends with other writers tried to create a network of writers. We met some parameters trying to create social security for the writer, usually a full-time pelabola.
was a plural network in which there was everything: the poet who never wrote, but is a supporter of any cause loss, clarified that he wrote poems to extremists militants in the worst style of Chinese Valera Mora, bohemian todomedaigual always, there were the costumes as writer Luis Alberto Crespo, who had a well founded and we work others, the usual killjoy skeptics that despite the state wrote a promoter of cultural and all liars culturologists have infested political power. Gradually the dogmatic nostalgic for the redemption of the people, who are always there, wanted to label the network as a socialist. The discrepancies were felt even by the most notorious Bohemian, did not seem ethical or much less alcohol such a proposal.
Politics is the arena where the imagination stops to make way for the lyrics of the numbers and percentages. The policy makes practical sense. Search results. Poetry, and art in general, instead cling to the intangibles and achievements rather than flush with the skin every day of days looking for plowing in the sea of \u200b\u200bspirit. Of course the party commissioners consider this fraud, amariconadas crap and claiming the top leader is obedient minions (seals submissive is said in the jargon) to clap their biographical crap (and his lousy taste in music) on national TV.
One is enslaved to words to keep hands busy with chores less vacuous to applaud. Writing is clean pass in the world from the imagination and memory, from the creative metaphor and humor. We write to discard the clichés, slogans and textbooks, through the Marxists to those used to learn to drive. Writing has more to do with the parachute that commitment.
George Perec at a meeting of intellectuals in debating issues highbrow literature, shyly raised her hand to tell a personal experience: "... I want to talk I gave a jump. At first it seems that there is no relationship between a parachute jump and a discussion among intellectuals. And indeed, there is not. Simply put, if I can convey my feelings at this moment ... the memories of a parachute jump I did a long time ... I think we all see that there are certain commonalities, but for now I can not define it, but I think it will define somehow. So start. We are at an airfield. There are a few jumpers. Should not only understand what paratrooper in the sense that is given today, we only think that among all these paratroopers is a paratrooper I am, George Perec [awkward giggles], ie someone who has some good will, pleasure life and the difficulties that can resolve or intends to solve exactly the extent that franking get all the steps required to jump. There are several planes circling the track that made a huge noise. The wait is extremely long. We all experience some sort of disappointment because, while we wait, many people are going before us, ie there are many people who are risking before us, and we can not prove that we also size. We just hope, smoke a cigarette, let's piss, (...) and then at a certain time, give an order: the aircraft. " Write and live
are spectacular jumps into the void. To take risks is What is at issue and disposal facilities. If some writers are content to sign letters of support for the top leader or manifests (on behalf of the liberation of the peoples of the imperialist yoke) discredit the risks that involves creative writing. If many writers want to be just an ornament of power in a given historical circumstances, we do a disservice to literature and become creative risk escapees. If the writer prefers the land and keep pissing (or clapping) calm is valid, but yielding his turn for others to do the most incredible leap of their lives and not soiled so exasperated with slogans and beating their breasts for the redemption of the dispossessed.
NOTE: You can read his essays on the web: www.arteliteral.com
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