One of the religious orders deserve more respect for its history, tradition, courage, culture and art, is the Jesuit , qualification with which they are known today, but it was pejorative in its infancy, there in the first half of the sixteenth century. Within the Societas Jesu (Jesuit), founded by the Basque Ignacio de Loyola and nine companions, it is difficult to find intelligence & # 237; Simos priests, always critical but faithful to its doxa. In this distinguished order, I have the fortune of having a couple of cultérrimos friends, respectful of my venerable elders laicismo and sometimes, not a few of my cynicism Wildean well hidden by the Cartesian methodical doubt. And right now, I return to visit one of them, after sharing some delicious Belgian truffles and almost dry a bottle of Courvoisier cognac "Father Jean-Louis has just returned from his hometown of Reims" I can not stop thinking in the conversation that we anchored about two hours on a single theme: Los Angeles. It all started with a comment he made to the painting of the archangel Gabriel that adorns his study, well, I referred to him as an angel, not arc & # 225, Angel, and was suitably corrected. So began a heady exhibition and illustrated on the classification & #to could go to the bathroom, to address to the toilet when all was dark. But she was a child I'd lie invented and believed to be filled with value and not succumb devoured by monsters of the night, hiding, cheats, behind the heavy door to the bathroom. Then, in my youth, I had an aesthetic interest for them, according to the pictures of the archangels mestizos, Cuzqueñay Quito School, which abound in the churches of Lima, Cajamarca, Ayacucho, Cuzco, Huancavelica, Quito, etc. My reading of the fallen angels were also very encouraging, especially the vampires of Anne Rice, but once again, was an interis literary. Until one Friday in April, almost at midnight, in the city of San Jose, California, in a spacious apartment, a cozy condo, I was presented. I had waited 27 years to know, and since then has continued to provide security alegríay my life. I was standing there, flesh and bone, with a magical smile, a charming look and a medium body, where it is not explained, as he does to the soul that will fit and hide the wings: Julia J. Leon M. name is my guardian angel. Did not have to welcome me and welcomed me. It did not have to love me, and I loved it. Q was notEU safeguards, and protected me. I had no obligation to me, but I took like a prodigal son, who just returned from a distant land. Since then, he has continued to encourage me and get up. Says my family is my aunt, cousin of my mother. That explanation was not cold enough for me. Moreover, the beautiful things can not be explained simply are. And speaking of angels, the great Angelus Silesius, where Cherubinischer Wandersmann oder Geist - Reiche Sinn - und Schluss - Reimer zur Gö ; ttlichen anleitende beschauligkeit , sings about the latter:
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Signs Of Dying More Condition_symptoms
Human life consists of a series of rites, habits, hobbies, habits, solencias, uses. We need to confirm them as unique, and feel, also by them, are different from others. And that was managed by the Greek concept of equality: to give equal treatment to the individual. Because fortunately, there was not, nor is there never will be, a human being exactly alike. Far from it, chemically pure.
One of my regular habits, is making coffee and reading the morning newspaper, basically using the Internet-and more than Main newsr of poetry, novels, plays or Latin American film so very academic, with the freshness and freedom of those who read and study more for pleasure than to meet an obli n. And very rarely peeks at what he says that deconstructionist jargon behind which many teachers hide their intellectual vacuum. The last time we were together, watching a delightful comedy mounting a Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz by the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratsford-upon-Avon, I remembered to ask you something Years ago I was intrigued, "How did you find Latin American literature? What made you dedicate yourself to it? ". - Classes of an exceptional teacher, as a student at Oxford, "he answered, without hesitation, David Gallagher. Do not you know her? He starred in a story that gave a lot of talk back in the seventies. I knew him very well and I was one of the many teachers and students of English in the Britain of that era's jaw dropped when the story took place & # 243;. David Gallagher, a Chilean of English origin, was then little more than a celebrity early in that environment. He had studied Russian and English, in Oxford, and despite his youth, performing the critique of literaryatinoamericanos the renewal of contemporary literature. Through a series of authors, ranging from César Vallejo, Octavio Paz, Borges, Garcia Marquez, Neruda Cabrera Infante, Gallagher sen , praised the major milestones of literary modernity in Latin America, with the overcoming of the old regionalism and aesthetics confined to the exploitation of the picturesque and folkloric rich, and the commitment to create new art forms through the assimilation of the best leading foreign literature and his own invention of languages and techniques to a world express originality in the process of workintimacy, are so scanty as the English. And David Gallagher that sobriety has crystallized into something that, for periods, simply confuses the silence: it is the only person I know capable of great fun all night without saying mus . I am still sometimes English friends of those years I asked, scratching his head: "Did you find out at last the secret of David ?. " No, and I know we never find out.
A fenced area?The surprise was increased further in subsequent years, when we learned that the defector of Oxford,s time to be a director of the State Bank of Chile. And, happily, what many seemed at first a lamentable falling away, it was not. Rather, the enrichment of a cultural vocation of someone who never accepted that the poesíay literary prose may be a specialty, an area surrounded by barbed wire, but a starting point to better understand the world, life, and get close, sensitive and imagination fueled by good literature, all other manifestations of human creativity, the arts, music, economics, philosophy, politics. is one of themost admirable things David Gallagher have managed, at this time branded by the curse of the specialty, being a modern humanist, someone curious and informed about everything that happens in them ; scope of culture, without sinking into the mere dilettantism, always maintaining a strict perspective of what he reads, hears and sees and associating it with an overview of where the ideas, arts and the letters are a delight not only the spirit, also a weapon to improve what is wrong and defend against misfortune.
The young teacher who for thirty years encouraged students from Oxford venture into the fantasies of the literature latinoamericana is, culturally speaking, a citizen of the world, which reads in many languages, travels the country visiting exhibitions, attending concerts, is an opera fan, and the Once, he manages, at conferences and congresses where you can not stop opening his mouth to defend with logic and examples overwhelming overwhelming economic policy has, today, Chile the only Latin American country that definitely seems on track to leave behind the shame of underdevelopment. Although he speaks little, David Gallagher writes a lot and now, finally, many English-speaking readers can read it. Because, after much deliberation, we decided to collect237; to that spans all continents and addresses all issues, and yet does not give the impression of vertigo, a crazed dispersion. By contrast, despite their nomadic life and the incessant bustle of all issues in these texts is a secret affinity, a common denominator that can read a book as if they were organic, as if all chapters of a work were carefully designed as a compact whole. What gives them unity and coherence is something that Francisco García Calderón praised in an old book of essays entitled Teachers of idealism, that of all mana a stimulating and contagious conviction that culture isare those dreams like castles of sand and now, if refugees in resentment and nihilism, they hide their disappointment in a refined skepticism, neurosis, or alcohol. But David Gallagher continues to believe that life is worth living, and that there are still many battles to be fought because they can be won, even if they do not have these features epic rom & # 225; ICT, with the young idealists conceived four decades ago. Today, the fight for a fairer, less poor, more free, less stupid, more educated, goes through many different fronts, one of which, the institutions and politics, is neurálgico, but by no means the only, for progress to be true, must be simultaneous and multiple, create jobs, raise living standards and also & # 233, n opportunities for each person can choose their destination according to his sovereign will.
And all this is impossible without ideas, without public tender, imaginative and critical, that is, without a vigorous culture and in perpetual renewal, to disturb, disrupt and maintain those levels of discontent and of demand without which spreads conformity, which is the slow death of democracy.do not know how this "teacher of idealism" that is David Gallagher to do all the things que do in life. Perhaps time talking to other workers, he focuses on making things come and go for the wider world as your home, read it all, is the appearance of New Russian poets and assists, not moving an inch on its hard wooden seat, the operas of Wagner in Bayreuth. not know how he does, but, reading their stories, the impression is that he lives at the vortex of activities without precipitation or hysteria, with all phlegm necessary and sufficient perspective to write about it in moderation and solvency. So jealous!
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Adult Ear Infection More Condition_symptoms I do not get on buses, cholo!
was morning, and was at the bus station, talking with a friend of mine, Kenneth, of notorious Austrian descent. We talked, very entertainingly, the superiority of the arabica coffee beans on the robust and Liberia, where a young collector micro, we were interrupted several times, remember ndon happened, that it went all Javier Prado Avenue. Tired of his lack of tact, my friend looked at him with contempt, and shouted: I do not get on buses, cholo! bewildered and embarrassed, the boy stopped, and went inside the bus, indicating the driver to move forward.
I remember this very particular passage, following the recent publication of the book, Cholados We had both , the renowned Peruvian psychoanalyst Jorge Bruce, published by the Publishing Fund University of San Martín de Porres, my alma mater . A very interesting book that puts the finger on the still bleeding. The issue of racism in Peru comes from the time of the conquest, and has not gone yet, nor even sneaky. Our small company president, Creole white, provided it was lavish. Just remember what they called some of their leaders: the cholo Castilla (by Marshal Ramón Castor Larco Mar, or the Jockey Plaza Shopping Center, or a good restaurant, for fear of discrimination. Well, his reasons were, in many clubs have been barred from entering, being copper-colored, or humble , invented the excuse, you can only enter by invitation . At this point, it is interesting through the letters of the famous Peruvian waltz, Cholo am, and I sympathize composed Abanto Luis Morales, who says:
Cholo am and not feel sorry for me, those are coins worthless and give the white and silver giver, cholos do not ask us anything, it
missing everything, everything we achieved.D91, do you want?, What can I do?, happy as I put on holiday, while my brothers bend the backs of four cents the pattern & # 243; n paid. want me laugh,
while my brothers are beasts of burden carrying wealth than others saved. I want to widen the laughing face,
while my brothers live in the mountains like moles,
digs and digs, while enriching those who do not work.
want me happy,
while my sisters go to homes of rich
same as slaves. Cholo
am and not feel sorry for me.
Let me live in the highlands at ease,
climb the hills behind my goats,
plowing, weaving ponchos, grazing my flames,
and drive the wind's voice my flute,
leave me alone, that here the mountain, offering me their stones
perhaps softer
condolences to those you gave me. Cholo
am and not feel sorry for me.
As a glimmer of hope (speaking of
Shining Path, politically incorrect, as well as subversive), this new generation Peruvian something is changing, thanks to globalization
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Macular Degeneration More Condition_treatment
The Latin adjective vain Vanus - has up to eight meanings. For DRAE (Dictionary of the English Royal Academy), in its fourth sense, means useless, futile or meaningless. So flows the question: writing, is a futile occupation? Ie, is a useless act, fruitless and pointless? The answer is changing with the times. Albert Einstein warned us that everything is relative . Only in the last century, it was believed with absolute firmness that literature could, whenever it is proposed, to revolutionize their time, shake the status quo , put head, quis that the act of writing, was serious. We can also cite the Indian Nobel Prize Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul, who confessed, his own experience that " o p a writer to write well, have to live, and anyone who lives in an office and has secured three meals a day can write nothing good. " To write about men, had to suffer, suffer, fall into the abyss, and return to tell the tale. Inclusive was not an occupation, but on the contrary, very exclusive, only a small group of elected. Thus, we Montherlant Henry states that " and s must write as if you were loved, Literature light of the much referred to today, and both are critical. Light comes from light, lean, fat-free substance. I would not be so critical of her. The mere act of reading, it is commendable, at a time when the audiovisual surprise us with their technological advances. Well my favorite writer explains: "Literature light, emblematic of our age. A literary light, light, smiling, to waive any other purpose than to amuse. That disdain, as boastful and stupid, the claim of those who believed that polygraphs are writing poheadaches "(Mario Vargas Llosa, Dictionary of Latin American lover ). I have really enjoyed occasional novels of Jaime Bayly, Isabel Allende, Dan Brown, Paulo Coelho, Carlos Cuactémoc Sánchez, Stephen King, Anne Rice, Elizabeth Kostova, Wing , rez-Reverte, among others. And do not think it was useless to try to writers, living and dead, for letting me read something then. Because the message came.