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intimidates glance, especially when applying perfume behind her ears with that faint, fleeting gesture elegant women (and as any smart woman, load in her purse a vial). While not high radiates aristocratic beauty, class, character. Not a hair out of place (Melenita, in fact, is a marvel. I was dying to know for sure you have the look of polished mahogany of the photos). Simply exchanging a few words with her to discard the first impression of a cold, searching eyes, as transferred the hardness of diamond and stay with sparkles. So Beatriz Espejo. So is the prose diamond Beatriz Espejo.
Born in the port of Veracruz on September 10, 1939, in the bosom of an aristocratic family that gave him material for his first book of short stories, Wall of mercury (1979), Beatriz developed from those early stories the topic that the restless, writes in the preface to his collected stories, "(...) the bourgeois moral double errors that are committed to disguise the facts, put a blindfold over their eyes and give undeserved importance conventions ( ...) "He said he discovered the literature when traveling in New York with his parents, his maternal grandmother's house, he was inevitably drawn to his books and he summoned them: Little Women, Life of St. Teresa of Jesus, the Knights round table, the poems of Salvador Diaz Miron, you like a dove to the nest, I, like a lion to fight .... Began reading without anyone admonish it. At twelve I knew that would be a writer and study Literature. His greatest influence is that of Rosario Castellanos who nevertheless come from a wealthy family made a living with his writing: "Don Javier de Icaza, my teacher at the School and protagonist of the novel The Years with Laura Diaz by Carlos Fuentes, published my first text on the days masked with good ideas but poorly written. A few months away Juan Jose Arreola took the other sister in their notebooks of the Unicorn, a teenager so I was a professional writer, I took a magazine, The pinwheel, in 1959, consisting of pure women, and since then stopped " I account. It was through this magazine which started in journalism interviewing, among other figures, Julio Cortázar and Jorge Luis Borges. His father, despite the dominant male image of the patriarchs of his stories, says Beatriz, was not sexist. Never met discrimination at home: "I am a feminist in my own way, always have been because it was born," he says simply oozes character but from every pore. Similarly
the Marilyn Monroe of her extraordinary story, "Marilyn in bed," Dr. Beatriz mirrors disguised as what people want to see it, a lady Fifi, to wield the pen. No experience flushing at his status of women, fed up revealing in his writing that is undoubtedly writing women, "women's world is my world. Interlinings and understand their aspirations. "Nor is concerned with hiding that comes from the gentry, not worried at all. It has, however, with an academic side (it's full-time researcher at UNAM), which has just deserves the National University Prize in the field of artistic creation and extension of Culture. In his role as literary critic has written a classic study of who was your favorite teacher at the School, Julio Torri, voyeuristic disappointed. The theme of his literature might awaken prejudices make frivolous as it deems most beautiful women protagonists are concerned about the line that they operate in areas exquisite. Another recurring detail in the narrative of Beatriz Espejo, however, is the arrival of a corrupting element, wicked, dirty, ugly, disorderly and threatens a beauty. It would seem, even to enjoy the contempt Beatriz, carpets stained with poop girl, a word out of place that inevitably spoils the romantic evening. Such incidents, however they do not alter this pristine prose that honors the name of its author, are those that nullify the false impression of frivolity, as in the tales included in Haute Couture (1997), Premio San Luis Potosi 1996. As a tribute to Inés Arredondo, Beatriz raised in "Do not try this home" the most bestial erotic attraction than on a transient distinguished Central Park has a black and sweaty bum, whose obscene signs are almost lost his composure: "(...) your bag fell to the ground and rolled through the mulatto as your compact silver coins and some bright sunlight. You bend over to pick them up. He also bent. For a moment you thought would take them and run away. I was amazed that you deliver them a big hand with long nails and dark. The shame you accepted, about to ask you keep money. He almost begged to go with you ... "(Stories collected, Fondo de Cultura Economica, 2004, p. 196). In the same book, "A woman altruistic highlights the patience of a saint lady of quality who can not afford to crash into the wall to the monstrous daughter of his maid, despite the reasons. In the poignant title story to the book, we witness the loving efforts of the Russian seamstress who makes the scarf to strangle her and fatally foolish to Isadora Duncan. "The white delphiniums, which devotes her husband Beatriz many years, the legendary and feared literary critic Emmanuel Carballo, is pure beauty. But beauty, it seems tell the author is not empty, all: "(...) I entered inattentive critics in the magical realism that has garnered the best fruits. It would be a mistake, any writer who imitates another short neck in advance. I wanted to have fun with miraculous realism (emphasis added), convinced that miracles happen around us but often do not notice. "
Limoges tableware. Baccarat chandeliers. Toys Sevres. China white and smooth as milk tablecloths granite. Penelopes who make bridal accessories that are not safe to use someday. Key pieces of the decoration of the tales of Beatrix, as she explains, they cling to the now home nature overwhelms us globalization, although this is more accurate to describe his first two books, Walls of mercury and the singing of the sinner (1993) and Marilyn rubs off on the bed and other stories (2004), more devoted to contemporary. On walls ... and the singing ... you appreciate what Beatrice calls "miraculous realism" and its tone resembles that of the girl from "The urge to fly", including on walls, whose pragmatism is "worthy of prime ministers." Beatriz Espejo family legends narrated in the belief that it is tangible ghosts of domestic wonders, as already mentioned, more attached to the concept a miracle that magic. "My female characters, fictional or autobiographical, come to me as a trigger. Some belong to my childhood, adolescence and youth or middle age, others were taken from the family stories which I heard. Course taken up by the imagination and fantasy. "The song of the sinner" came from a history of Xalapa that brought "The marble angel" whose structure is a braid with two open ends, two possible endings, but in any case carry something endearing, cheerful and painful. I identify with them, and their players, even with that I, as the world of women is my world, I understand their interlinings and aspirations. " But amid the sights, the fear of God and plummeting evenings on the boardwalk, a teenager discovers the power of her femininity and plays mercilessly with his legs causing trouble in his teacher in "One April morning" "(...) and the soul will she be in a thread without smiled with his legs crossed ankle stuck in flesh color that I come to the knees and I presume that I keep a golden tan on his chest (...) The weather is excellent and only grandparents complain about contemporary morality. "(Tales, p. 70). The perversity and innocence make a dough and precious tales of Beatrice, so it is impossible to distinguish one from the another, indeed, to conceive of one without the other. And this feature so typical of the prose is coupled espejiana the amazing ability to paint with words, to recreate authentic pictures of manners and beautiful landscapes. Some paragraphs are genuine postcards, brushstrokes rather than verb: "(...) at the end of the pier-is reads" The chest "- and beyond toward the cemetery, the sand turns dark and pressed together by the pounding of the waves The sea meets the sky and the eyes of men do not consider it a mystery black. "As the uncle of Jesus story of the same name included in Muros, Beatriz has a vocation for the fleeting and works with diaphanous materials as the grace of the angel, the bird's flight, the fragility of the rose ... the optimism of the maids and the sorcery of beautiful older women. His story "Marilyn in bed", included in the book of the same name, we are facing an unexpected Marilyn Monroe: make-up, drunk, pregnant, swollen ... dead. Body whose toe hang a label; foot covered cracks and calluses, and the same disgusted shaking a young journalist who does not believe that thing is the Hollywood sex goddess. A Marilyn on the verge of obesity was sweating profusely as a result of their addiction Benzedrine and Nembutal and therefore, it stank. A story where the master to graduate from horror to beauty overflows and without restraint: "(...) I had a doll that I lost. I still remember the face half rotten, disgusting as my mother. "(Tales meeting, p. 229). Each story of Beatrice, regardless of its length it has also been exploited hiperbreves texts are authentic pieces of jewelry that look more like embroidery than written, a very apparent delirium for perfection, by the tyrannical self, the beauty. For this and for no other reason that little has been published despite having written a lot. Despite having dabbled in virtually all literary genres, including drama, of which he published a work written when was a student of Luisa Josefina Hernández titled "The moon in the pond" in the magazine stations, only one has dared to publish their stories in book form, but in their stories met included a story that could be read as a novel entitled Everything fragmented We as a family, which incorporates and admirably condenses the characteristics of their stories. Beatriz Espejo
he was awarded numerous awards such as the National Journalism Award (1984), the Magda Donato (1986), the Colima National Fiction (1993), that of Distinguished Veracruzana (1997) and the Medal for Literary Merit (Yucatán , 2000). Was a fellow of the Mexican Writers Centre and the College of Mexico. Today a member of the National System of Researchers. His five books have been full of stories collected in Tales. Currently working on her sixth book of stories that he says is the most ambitious.
Born in the port of Veracruz on September 10, 1939, in the bosom of an aristocratic family that gave him material for his first book of short stories, Wall of mercury (1979), Beatriz developed from those early stories the topic that the restless, writes in the preface to his collected stories, "(...) the bourgeois moral double errors that are committed to disguise the facts, put a blindfold over their eyes and give undeserved importance conventions ( ...) "He said he discovered the literature when traveling in New York with his parents, his maternal grandmother's house, he was inevitably drawn to his books and he summoned them: Little Women, Life of St. Teresa of Jesus, the Knights round table, the poems of Salvador Diaz Miron, you like a dove to the nest, I, like a lion to fight .... Began reading without anyone admonish it. At twelve I knew that would be a writer and study Literature. His greatest influence is that of Rosario Castellanos who nevertheless come from a wealthy family made a living with his writing: "Don Javier de Icaza, my teacher at the School and protagonist of the novel The Years with Laura Diaz by Carlos Fuentes, published my first text on the days masked with good ideas but poorly written. A few months away Juan Jose Arreola took the other sister in their notebooks of the Unicorn, a teenager so I was a professional writer, I took a magazine, The pinwheel, in 1959, consisting of pure women, and since then stopped " I account. It was through this magazine which started in journalism interviewing, among other figures, Julio Cortázar and Jorge Luis Borges. His father, despite the dominant male image of the patriarchs of his stories, says Beatriz, was not sexist. Never met discrimination at home: "I am a feminist in my own way, always have been because it was born," he says simply oozes character but from every pore. Similarly
the Marilyn Monroe of her extraordinary story, "Marilyn in bed," Dr. Beatriz mirrors disguised as what people want to see it, a lady Fifi, to wield the pen. No experience flushing at his status of women, fed up revealing in his writing that is undoubtedly writing women, "women's world is my world. Interlinings and understand their aspirations. "Nor is concerned with hiding that comes from the gentry, not worried at all. It has, however, with an academic side (it's full-time researcher at UNAM), which has just deserves the National University Prize in the field of artistic creation and extension of Culture. In his role as literary critic has written a classic study of who was your favorite teacher at the School, Julio Torri, voyeuristic disappointed. The theme of his literature might awaken prejudices make frivolous as it deems most beautiful women protagonists are concerned about the line that they operate in areas exquisite. Another recurring detail in the narrative of Beatriz Espejo, however, is the arrival of a corrupting element, wicked, dirty, ugly, disorderly and threatens a beauty. It would seem, even to enjoy the contempt Beatriz, carpets stained with poop girl, a word out of place that inevitably spoils the romantic evening. Such incidents, however they do not alter this pristine prose that honors the name of its author, are those that nullify the false impression of frivolity, as in the tales included in Haute Couture (1997), Premio San Luis Potosi 1996. As a tribute to Inés Arredondo, Beatriz raised in "Do not try this home" the most bestial erotic attraction than on a transient distinguished Central Park has a black and sweaty bum, whose obscene signs are almost lost his composure: "(...) your bag fell to the ground and rolled through the mulatto as your compact silver coins and some bright sunlight. You bend over to pick them up. He also bent. For a moment you thought would take them and run away. I was amazed that you deliver them a big hand with long nails and dark. The shame you accepted, about to ask you keep money. He almost begged to go with you ... "(Stories collected, Fondo de Cultura Economica, 2004, p. 196). In the same book, "A woman altruistic highlights the patience of a saint lady of quality who can not afford to crash into the wall to the monstrous daughter of his maid, despite the reasons. In the poignant title story to the book, we witness the loving efforts of the Russian seamstress who makes the scarf to strangle her and fatally foolish to Isadora Duncan. "The white delphiniums, which devotes her husband Beatriz many years, the legendary and feared literary critic Emmanuel Carballo, is pure beauty. But beauty, it seems tell the author is not empty, all: "(...) I entered inattentive critics in the magical realism that has garnered the best fruits. It would be a mistake, any writer who imitates another short neck in advance. I wanted to have fun with miraculous realism (emphasis added), convinced that miracles happen around us but often do not notice. "
Limoges tableware. Baccarat chandeliers. Toys Sevres. China white and smooth as milk tablecloths granite. Penelopes who make bridal accessories that are not safe to use someday. Key pieces of the decoration of the tales of Beatrix, as she explains, they cling to the now home nature overwhelms us globalization, although this is more accurate to describe his first two books, Walls of mercury and the singing of the sinner (1993) and Marilyn rubs off on the bed and other stories (2004), more devoted to contemporary. On walls ... and the singing ... you appreciate what Beatrice calls "miraculous realism" and its tone resembles that of the girl from "The urge to fly", including on walls, whose pragmatism is "worthy of prime ministers." Beatriz Espejo family legends narrated in the belief that it is tangible ghosts of domestic wonders, as already mentioned, more attached to the concept a miracle that magic. "My female characters, fictional or autobiographical, come to me as a trigger. Some belong to my childhood, adolescence and youth or middle age, others were taken from the family stories which I heard. Course taken up by the imagination and fantasy. "The song of the sinner" came from a history of Xalapa that brought "The marble angel" whose structure is a braid with two open ends, two possible endings, but in any case carry something endearing, cheerful and painful. I identify with them, and their players, even with that I, as the world of women is my world, I understand their interlinings and aspirations. " But amid the sights, the fear of God and plummeting evenings on the boardwalk, a teenager discovers the power of her femininity and plays mercilessly with his legs causing trouble in his teacher in "One April morning" "(...) and the soul will she be in a thread without smiled with his legs crossed ankle stuck in flesh color that I come to the knees and I presume that I keep a golden tan on his chest (...) The weather is excellent and only grandparents complain about contemporary morality. "(Tales, p. 70). The perversity and innocence make a dough and precious tales of Beatrice, so it is impossible to distinguish one from the another, indeed, to conceive of one without the other. And this feature so typical of the prose is coupled espejiana the amazing ability to paint with words, to recreate authentic pictures of manners and beautiful landscapes. Some paragraphs are genuine postcards, brushstrokes rather than verb: "(...) at the end of the pier-is reads" The chest "- and beyond toward the cemetery, the sand turns dark and pressed together by the pounding of the waves The sea meets the sky and the eyes of men do not consider it a mystery black. "As the uncle of Jesus story of the same name included in Muros, Beatriz has a vocation for the fleeting and works with diaphanous materials as the grace of the angel, the bird's flight, the fragility of the rose ... the optimism of the maids and the sorcery of beautiful older women. His story "Marilyn in bed", included in the book of the same name, we are facing an unexpected Marilyn Monroe: make-up, drunk, pregnant, swollen ... dead. Body whose toe hang a label; foot covered cracks and calluses, and the same disgusted shaking a young journalist who does not believe that thing is the Hollywood sex goddess. A Marilyn on the verge of obesity was sweating profusely as a result of their addiction Benzedrine and Nembutal and therefore, it stank. A story where the master to graduate from horror to beauty overflows and without restraint: "(...) I had a doll that I lost. I still remember the face half rotten, disgusting as my mother. "(Tales meeting, p. 229). Each story of Beatrice, regardless of its length it has also been exploited hiperbreves texts are authentic pieces of jewelry that look more like embroidery than written, a very apparent delirium for perfection, by the tyrannical self, the beauty. For this and for no other reason that little has been published despite having written a lot. Despite having dabbled in virtually all literary genres, including drama, of which he published a work written when was a student of Luisa Josefina Hernández titled "The moon in the pond" in the magazine stations, only one has dared to publish their stories in book form, but in their stories met included a story that could be read as a novel entitled Everything fragmented We as a family, which incorporates and admirably condenses the characteristics of their stories. Beatriz Espejo
he was awarded numerous awards such as the National Journalism Award (1984), the Magda Donato (1986), the Colima National Fiction (1993), that of Distinguished Veracruzana (1997) and the Medal for Literary Merit (Yucatán , 2000). Was a fellow of the Mexican Writers Centre and the College of Mexico. Today a member of the National System of Researchers. His five books have been full of stories collected in Tales. Currently working on her sixth book of stories that he says is the most ambitious.
Friday, October 13, 2006
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... With my small collection of books, was as an emissary of a country that did not exist, it came with a repertoire of dreams to proclaim that other country that was his home ... AN
Read " Lolita "in Tehran, Azar Nafisi (El Aleph, 2003, translated by Ma Luz García de la Hoz) brought me to mind a brilliant statement of the Catalan author Albert Sánchez Piñol:" The influences are not the ones you read, but those that you read "I can not help but mention how I saw myself reflected in this account, which apparently nothing to do with me or any Western woman, but I saw and I read in the author's insomnia in their need to hunker down with a prize of books not to mourn, not to die and, above all in the sudden making a decision now or never. Born in Tehran in December 1955, Azar Nafisi suffered the religious dictatorship of the Ayatollah Khomeini and his successor ominous. It belongs to the generation of women who were born free and were suddenly in middle age, deprived of their fundamental rights, those who, like his own Azar, demonstrated against Vietnam and for the Cuban revolution, dominated the revolutionary jargon and were lovers of Russian cinema. Yes, "(...) I never gave up the habit of reading with pleasure counter authors: TS Eliot, Austen, Plath, Nabokov, Fitzgerald and spoke passionately at rallies, inspired by phrases he had read in novels and poems (...) "(p. 121). University, executive and intellectuals had curled up in the overnight, behind a veil and give up nonsense like taking ice cream in public (and Azar is a fan of coffee ice cream with almonds), painting your nails or lips and show a lock hair. The violation any of these prohibitions could cost from a beating to prison: "Living in the Islamic Republic is like having sex with a man who says hate-Azar Bijan Naderi, her husband - (...) if you are forced to sleep with someone you dislike, leave a blank mind and pretend to be somewhere else, you tend to forget your body, you hate your body. That's what we do here, as we constantly do elsewhere (...) "(p. 424).
Azar Nafisi is the daughter of Ahmad, a former mayor of Tehran and Nezhat Nafisi, the first woman to be elected to the Iranian parliament. Ahmad was known for its charm and rich culture, also its tendency to insubordination. That was the charge for which he spent four years locked up, actually, in the prison library, insubordination, a word that haunt her daughter, although in the case of his father only have been the manifestation of his ardent admiration for the French In a speech peppered with Chateaubriands and Victor Hugos with which General de Gaulle was not very sympathetic in the eyes of the Shah: "I'll always remember: insubordination after that became a way of life for me" (p. 71). It was his father who started on the lyrics, the first reader, who appeared in his life, having her as protagonist of all their stories. It was he who read Rumi, Hafez and Khayam, including Iranian glories of literature, banned by the Ayatollah. Azar must have acquired his passion for English literature during her high school student in Lancaster, England, but would attend his college career at the University of Oklahoma where he would graduate as a doctor in English and American Literature. At the time of the coup by Reza Shah Pavlevi, Westernized Iran, Azar has served as master of his specialty at the University of Tehran for nearly eighteen years, but is also and above all, passionate about her subject. Only such a passion can be transmitted further, infected, in such a way that their students complete their exact frequency tuned, even the most reluctant to be seduced by Western culture. Even after the coup of Khomeini, the teacher managed over a reasonable time to maintain the momentum of the class, avoiding the moral vigilantes lurking in the halls of the university, in such a way that begins to taste the bittersweet taste of the underground. Problems arise in 1981 when Random refuses to carry the veil, which has been accepted without a murmur by his colleagues. I do not understand how is that so funny Azar and bravely defied the police of the regime, not only to repudiate the veil but on many other occasions. Will their dignity to those who sought to be imposed persona overwhelmed? There were few women who defied the tyranny of Khomeini, but some as Yassi, a student of Chance, or even violating proposed to end up in prison. Her crime? Any nonsense warranted a string of strokes, if not death, from nibbling "inappropriately" block to awaken the lust of a holy man who responsible for the object of his desire to immoral thoughts. How many women are not paid with the squad on being beautiful and desirable? And if the fair was a virgin, before going to the wall should be violated simultaneously to prevent its entry into the heaven: "Lolita belongs to a category of helpless victims to whom they were never given the chance to tell their own story. As such, it becomes a double victim: not only robbed of his life, but also the story of his life (...) all murderers and all oppressors have a long complaint against their victims, only few are so eloquent Humbert Humbert-like. "(p. p 66 and 69). Random
prefer to quit your job because you wear a veil. The demeaning of the veil is its depositor that also means the imposition of a religion, the imposition of ideas. Ironically Azar's grandmother suffered from the opposite: Muslim convinced he was unable to wear the veil, prohibitive for the Liberal government of Shah Reza Pavlevi. Raised in secularism, Azar refuses, and her grandmother to admit to decide for her, and like most Iranian women has aggressively any subversive act, however slight, of intimate it is, and paint your toenails, for example. But end up disgusted with the comprehensive inspections that are faced by women who enter the campus, who review them even colors that carry in their underwear, while men come and go at will, without noticing anything. His only solace and greatest act of subversion is the book club that has formed at home and attending their enthusiastic students to analyze the work of Nabokov, Jane Austen or Henry James. All huddled together arrive at his door so that, once inside, theatrically tearing the veil and become normal girls who wear jeans, crimped hair and admire Madonna. But his visits to Dr. Nafisi not only allows them to be who they really are and gobbling up all the coffee ice cream with almonds they want, but above all to acquire critical consciousness through literary fervor. Through heroes, heroines, anti-heroes and anti heroes in the case of Nabokov, become aware of the injustice they are objects, at the hands of a horde of men and women, fanatical, irrational, armed on board Toyota ready to whip mercilessly exposed any girl who let a piece of skin or a lock of hair: "A great novel heightens our senses and awareness of the complexity of life and individuals and does not allow us carried away by the puritanism that sees morality in fixed formulas of Good and Evil (...) I've concluded that true democracy can not exist without freedom of imagination or without the right to use works of the imagination without any restrictions ( ...) "(p 181 and p. 436).
Amid this atmosphere oppressive, the day of his resignation at the university, Azar is assaulted by a terrible premonition that the force to stop at the nearest bookstore for books coming overwhelmed by EM Forster, Heinrich Böll, Rilke, Hammett, Chandler, Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers, among others. This establishment will be closed soon by the regime. Would soon triggered the Iraqi bombing as if it were not enough with the local tyrants, to join the maddening praise sirens and the need to run (the women are required to sleep wrapped like mummies to protect her modesty from the eyes of invader, should die under the bombs), and manages to appease her fear Azar provisioning of books they read with the aid of a candle, with only a nightgown. It is during this time that decides Azar professional in and start writing to write literary criticism, from which emerge the Anti-terra test: a critical study of Vladimir Nabokoc's novels. "During those nights of sirens red and white, unconsciously I designed my future career. During the endless nights of reading, I concentrated only in fiction and when I started teaching again, I discovered that he had prepared the two courses on the novel. The best that I spent during the next fifteen years he went to teach literature and to think and write about it (...) if a sound can be kept between the pages like a daughter or a butterfly, I would say that among my Pride and Prejudice those of my Daisy Miller is hidden, like an autumn leaf, the sound of the siren red. "(p. 247).
A society that has banned the reading of the great national poets, and artfully kills its intellectuals for failing to sufficiently sweeten the ear of the ruler in turn, not to mention the fatwa issued against Salman Rushdie can hardly accommodate a woman long as Azar for more efforts to bring to pass unnoticed. Not only refuses to wear the veil at university, also secretly make appointments with her best friend, an intellectual who simply calls "my magician" relationship that could easily lend itself to misunderstanding but which even Bijan is aware. In a opportunity, while Azar and his magician talk and drink coffee at a bakery, are forced to part with the menace of the patrol of decency that would penalize the owner of the premises and discovered that a man and a woman are not husband and wife share a table. Azar is then that says to herself: "I'm outta here, I can not stand this life." Probably it has been said many times, but never so clearly and firmly as ever. Her husband, a prosperous engineer, decides to follow along with their two children, Negar and Dara. Not be easy, not easy to start from scratch in a Western country ... but nothing more difficult to survive the constant violation of the most basic human rights. On June 24, 1997, Azar and his family departing for the United States. Currently taught at John Hopkins University: "(...) I continued my journey with joy, thinking how wonderful it is being a woman writer at the end of the century" (p. 437). He never lost contact with her students, many of whom followed his example and left Iran. In his magician he never heard anything, and not because he has begged him forget (Forgot? If he whom are dedicated this), but because he has asked you not have known any signals time, for mutual safety. Naturally, Reading Lolita ... is banned in Iran, but as pointed out by Azar in an interview with Robert Birnbaum, "the more you prohibit something, the more interesting it becomes for the people ..." "The lack of empathy was, in my opinion, the sin of the regime and that arising from all others ", the statement on page 293.
Read " Lolita "in Tehran, Azar Nafisi (El Aleph, 2003, translated by Ma Luz García de la Hoz) brought me to mind a brilliant statement of the Catalan author Albert Sánchez Piñol:" The influences are not the ones you read, but those that you read "I can not help but mention how I saw myself reflected in this account, which apparently nothing to do with me or any Western woman, but I saw and I read in the author's insomnia in their need to hunker down with a prize of books not to mourn, not to die and, above all in the sudden making a decision now or never. Born in Tehran in December 1955, Azar Nafisi suffered the religious dictatorship of the Ayatollah Khomeini and his successor ominous. It belongs to the generation of women who were born free and were suddenly in middle age, deprived of their fundamental rights, those who, like his own Azar, demonstrated against Vietnam and for the Cuban revolution, dominated the revolutionary jargon and were lovers of Russian cinema. Yes, "(...) I never gave up the habit of reading with pleasure counter authors: TS Eliot, Austen, Plath, Nabokov, Fitzgerald and spoke passionately at rallies, inspired by phrases he had read in novels and poems (...) "(p. 121). University, executive and intellectuals had curled up in the overnight, behind a veil and give up nonsense like taking ice cream in public (and Azar is a fan of coffee ice cream with almonds), painting your nails or lips and show a lock hair. The violation any of these prohibitions could cost from a beating to prison: "Living in the Islamic Republic is like having sex with a man who says hate-Azar Bijan Naderi, her husband - (...) if you are forced to sleep with someone you dislike, leave a blank mind and pretend to be somewhere else, you tend to forget your body, you hate your body. That's what we do here, as we constantly do elsewhere (...) "(p. 424).
Azar Nafisi is the daughter of Ahmad, a former mayor of Tehran and Nezhat Nafisi, the first woman to be elected to the Iranian parliament. Ahmad was known for its charm and rich culture, also its tendency to insubordination. That was the charge for which he spent four years locked up, actually, in the prison library, insubordination, a word that haunt her daughter, although in the case of his father only have been the manifestation of his ardent admiration for the French In a speech peppered with Chateaubriands and Victor Hugos with which General de Gaulle was not very sympathetic in the eyes of the Shah: "I'll always remember: insubordination after that became a way of life for me" (p. 71). It was his father who started on the lyrics, the first reader, who appeared in his life, having her as protagonist of all their stories. It was he who read Rumi, Hafez and Khayam, including Iranian glories of literature, banned by the Ayatollah. Azar must have acquired his passion for English literature during her high school student in Lancaster, England, but would attend his college career at the University of Oklahoma where he would graduate as a doctor in English and American Literature. At the time of the coup by Reza Shah Pavlevi, Westernized Iran, Azar has served as master of his specialty at the University of Tehran for nearly eighteen years, but is also and above all, passionate about her subject. Only such a passion can be transmitted further, infected, in such a way that their students complete their exact frequency tuned, even the most reluctant to be seduced by Western culture. Even after the coup of Khomeini, the teacher managed over a reasonable time to maintain the momentum of the class, avoiding the moral vigilantes lurking in the halls of the university, in such a way that begins to taste the bittersweet taste of the underground. Problems arise in 1981 when Random refuses to carry the veil, which has been accepted without a murmur by his colleagues. I do not understand how is that so funny Azar and bravely defied the police of the regime, not only to repudiate the veil but on many other occasions. Will their dignity to those who sought to be imposed persona overwhelmed? There were few women who defied the tyranny of Khomeini, but some as Yassi, a student of Chance, or even violating proposed to end up in prison. Her crime? Any nonsense warranted a string of strokes, if not death, from nibbling "inappropriately" block to awaken the lust of a holy man who responsible for the object of his desire to immoral thoughts. How many women are not paid with the squad on being beautiful and desirable? And if the fair was a virgin, before going to the wall should be violated simultaneously to prevent its entry into the heaven: "Lolita belongs to a category of helpless victims to whom they were never given the chance to tell their own story. As such, it becomes a double victim: not only robbed of his life, but also the story of his life (...) all murderers and all oppressors have a long complaint against their victims, only few are so eloquent Humbert Humbert-like. "(p. p 66 and 69). Random
prefer to quit your job because you wear a veil. The demeaning of the veil is its depositor that also means the imposition of a religion, the imposition of ideas. Ironically Azar's grandmother suffered from the opposite: Muslim convinced he was unable to wear the veil, prohibitive for the Liberal government of Shah Reza Pavlevi. Raised in secularism, Azar refuses, and her grandmother to admit to decide for her, and like most Iranian women has aggressively any subversive act, however slight, of intimate it is, and paint your toenails, for example. But end up disgusted with the comprehensive inspections that are faced by women who enter the campus, who review them even colors that carry in their underwear, while men come and go at will, without noticing anything. His only solace and greatest act of subversion is the book club that has formed at home and attending their enthusiastic students to analyze the work of Nabokov, Jane Austen or Henry James. All huddled together arrive at his door so that, once inside, theatrically tearing the veil and become normal girls who wear jeans, crimped hair and admire Madonna. But his visits to Dr. Nafisi not only allows them to be who they really are and gobbling up all the coffee ice cream with almonds they want, but above all to acquire critical consciousness through literary fervor. Through heroes, heroines, anti-heroes and anti heroes in the case of Nabokov, become aware of the injustice they are objects, at the hands of a horde of men and women, fanatical, irrational, armed on board Toyota ready to whip mercilessly exposed any girl who let a piece of skin or a lock of hair: "A great novel heightens our senses and awareness of the complexity of life and individuals and does not allow us carried away by the puritanism that sees morality in fixed formulas of Good and Evil (...) I've concluded that true democracy can not exist without freedom of imagination or without the right to use works of the imagination without any restrictions ( ...) "(p 181 and p. 436).
Amid this atmosphere oppressive, the day of his resignation at the university, Azar is assaulted by a terrible premonition that the force to stop at the nearest bookstore for books coming overwhelmed by EM Forster, Heinrich Böll, Rilke, Hammett, Chandler, Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers, among others. This establishment will be closed soon by the regime. Would soon triggered the Iraqi bombing as if it were not enough with the local tyrants, to join the maddening praise sirens and the need to run (the women are required to sleep wrapped like mummies to protect her modesty from the eyes of invader, should die under the bombs), and manages to appease her fear Azar provisioning of books they read with the aid of a candle, with only a nightgown. It is during this time that decides Azar professional in and start writing to write literary criticism, from which emerge the Anti-terra test: a critical study of Vladimir Nabokoc's novels. "During those nights of sirens red and white, unconsciously I designed my future career. During the endless nights of reading, I concentrated only in fiction and when I started teaching again, I discovered that he had prepared the two courses on the novel. The best that I spent during the next fifteen years he went to teach literature and to think and write about it (...) if a sound can be kept between the pages like a daughter or a butterfly, I would say that among my Pride and Prejudice those of my Daisy Miller is hidden, like an autumn leaf, the sound of the siren red. "(p. 247).
A society that has banned the reading of the great national poets, and artfully kills its intellectuals for failing to sufficiently sweeten the ear of the ruler in turn, not to mention the fatwa issued against Salman Rushdie can hardly accommodate a woman long as Azar for more efforts to bring to pass unnoticed. Not only refuses to wear the veil at university, also secretly make appointments with her best friend, an intellectual who simply calls "my magician" relationship that could easily lend itself to misunderstanding but which even Bijan is aware. In a opportunity, while Azar and his magician talk and drink coffee at a bakery, are forced to part with the menace of the patrol of decency that would penalize the owner of the premises and discovered that a man and a woman are not husband and wife share a table. Azar is then that says to herself: "I'm outta here, I can not stand this life." Probably it has been said many times, but never so clearly and firmly as ever. Her husband, a prosperous engineer, decides to follow along with their two children, Negar and Dara. Not be easy, not easy to start from scratch in a Western country ... but nothing more difficult to survive the constant violation of the most basic human rights. On June 24, 1997, Azar and his family departing for the United States. Currently taught at John Hopkins University: "(...) I continued my journey with joy, thinking how wonderful it is being a woman writer at the end of the century" (p. 437). He never lost contact with her students, many of whom followed his example and left Iran. In his magician he never heard anything, and not because he has begged him forget (Forgot? If he whom are dedicated this), but because he has asked you not have known any signals time, for mutual safety. Naturally, Reading Lolita ... is banned in Iran, but as pointed out by Azar in an interview with Robert Birnbaum, "the more you prohibit something, the more interesting it becomes for the people ..." "The lack of empathy was, in my opinion, the sin of the regime and that arising from all others ", the statement on page 293.
If this topic interests you, I invite you to take a look at Orhan Pamuk, Turkish writer awarded the Nobel for literature and whose masterly novel Snow discusses among other things, the conflict of women between using or not using the veil: http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2006/10/13/a03n1cul.php
Friday, October 6, 2006
What Does Mucus In Stool Look Like
Rebellion in October
has hit the mark: the basic difference between Muslim and Christian, is that the veil of the latter is invisible. The veil, we know, is the restriction on women in Islam, a symbol of subjection to patriarchal dictatorship and during this time we have been naive enough to boast of our "liberation" and sympathize with our sisters evenings, but ... surprise!: "While the ayatollahs see women as your use of the veil in the West are plump hips which the signal and marginalize (...) The Muslim fasting we submit only during the month of Ramadan, but it is unfortunate that the Western diet have to be twelve months. Quelle horreur! (...) (The harem of the West, Espasa, Planeta Colombia, translated by Inés Belaustegui Trias, p. 245). The Ayatollah of us, the Westerners, then, anorexia ... and our end, fashion.
Many people have expressed surprise at the fact that Muslim feminist and sociologist who shared the Prince of Asturias Award to Susan Sontag in 2003 has chosen to remain in their home country, away from the privileges and freedoms of both we boast in the West, although reading it, particularly the West's Harem, clears up the mystery. Born in Fez, Morocco, in 1940, no less than the inside of a harem, Fatema not share our notion of "freedom" or understand our strange desire to divorce the beauty of intelligence, virtues that, according to Muslim culture can not exist separately: "Unlike the caliphs Fatema-writes as Harun al-Rashid, who confused beauty with sophisticated education and were willing to pay astronomical amounts to always have some Jary (slave) smart in their harems, the Kant's ideal woman is not opening the mouth (...) - and explicitly refers to Kant: "A woman with a head full of Greek, and Mrs. Dacier, or holding on mechanical key functions, such as the Marquise de Chatelet, does not seem to need more than a good beard. "(p. 107). But the horror of slavery in the West, who imposed the passivity of the ideas as a standard of beauty, reached its zenith when, browsing in stores in New York, Fatema discovers that his hips do not fit into the bigger size available in the boutique, the 38 (or 7 or 30 Mexican) "In suffering the frozen state as a passive object, continues Fatema, based on his reading of feminist Pierre Bourdieu, whose very existence depends on the look of its owner, Accidental women today, with education and training, are in the same predicament of the slaves of the harem (...) Thank Allah for saving the tyranny of the harem of the size thirty-eight! (...) "(P. 251). Fatema Mernissi
lands in the West to dispel myths about Muslim women (Oriana Fallaci itself showed his ignorance when he called them "idiots" for "letting enslave"), also to reflect Westerners or Christians in the mirror of his critical look. Mirror, frankly, not opaque but full of tenderness and sympathy for their fellow oppressed by the dictatorship of the size thirty-eight. His novel threshold Dreams, memories of a harem girl (Quintet, Muchnik Editores, 2002, translation of Angela Smith) brings down one by one the Western beliefs about what is a harem, which in practical life is not nothing but a commune where several related families living directly or indirectly. Already in the forties, when Fatema was born, the tradition of the man who accumulated many wives as he could keep starting to fall into disuse, at least in Morocco. Yasmine Fatema's maternal grandmother, lived with several co-wives, not the daughter of this mother of Fatema, who not only was the only woman in the life of a husband who venerated but also with all his soul abhorred the male polygamy. Fatema's mother dreamed of for their daughters an exciting and happy life, and "(...) a happy woman is one who could exercise any rights from the right to move to the right to create, compete and challenge and at the same time, to feel loved for doing so (...) "(p. 84). The mechanism of Yasmina home, however, is much more civilized and practical than the prevailing, for example, in Latin America, where adultery and domestic violence are our daily bread. Solidarity among co-wives is exemplary for a society like ours where the rivalry is encouraged and the women's competition. These women assume backward and repressed not competing, are embellished with each other in the hammam or public bath, unique to wear. All this does not mean that these women are not dreaming to go beyond the walls of his prison, because more harmony and laughter that had been inside the home of Fatema was just that a tightly guarded prison, not eunuchs but goalkeeper for a married with five children (women, incidentally, the wife jealous of this because it just went to work.) It even idealized privileges of Western women, who were had news through images of Greta Garbo and Claudette Colbert: "(...) I would grow into a wondrous realm, "said Fatema small, with thick curly hair in pigtails and clad in a western dress and shoes - that women have rights, including freedom to hug their husbands every night. But while Yasmina regretted having to wait for eight nights to lie with her husband, added that I should not complain too much because the wives of Harun-al Rashid, the Abbasid Caliph of Baghdad, had to wait nine hundred ninety-nine night because he had Jary thousand or slaves "(p. 43).
Women Dreams parade through the threshold, the grandmothers, mothers, aunts, cousins, slave are overwhelming and sensuous intelligence and all, without exception, are pleased to make small or large in subversive acts that often involve children and to young men, like riding edifying theatrical heroines of Islamic culture, all transgressive and revolutionary, such as Egyptian feminist Huda Sha 'Raoui, very beautiful indeed, that he tore the veil in 1919 to protest along with his followers against the British and demanded the adoption of a law to determine the minimum age of sixteen for marriage (she was married at 13). This heroine, founder of the Egyptian Feminist Union made it clear to other Arab nations that had recently gained independence, the relevance of women's suffrage and political participation of women. Incredibly, the pioneer in the inclusion of women in politics and university admission, it was Turkey, as noted in the very Fatema in the harem of the West: "(...) The percentage of students enrolled in engineering programs in countries Muslims as Turkey and Syria was double that in European countries more democratic tradition, such as the United Kingdom and Egypt are higher than in Canada or Spain (...) "(p. 35) Despite the Shari'a law inspired by the Koran and enforced by the extremists in the Islamic world, women like Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan, Turkey or Schiller Toncu megawatt in Indonesia have been erected presidents and prime ministers, something almost unthinkable in much of the western world and free. The Turkish can vote since 1921. Thirteen women were elected to Parliament in 1935. Amid all this, it is important to make clear that the oppression of women is not distinctive of Islam but of extremism. Every Muslim is brought up under a strong sense of equality which, as noted Fatema, is the fundamental basis of Islam. A Muslim women are taught not to wait for the prince as ourselves, but to work from the intellect to deserve it. I do not remember having read a better definition of universal feminism that "(...) So you can start the dialogue need to know to confront the other and insist that they know and respect the limits. When you learn to enjoy the vagaries of dialogue can enjoy situations in which the outcome of the race is not fixed in a rigid or known in advance who will win and who will lose ... "(p. 64).
One of the biggest entertainment in the harem, particularly for Chama, divorced Aunt Fatema, is to challenge the poor man with his paws entry must constantly catch the fugitives, trying not to hurt them. Not only should not let them walk alone is entrusted with escorting well when they go out so intruders do not compensate in the long necks and wide hips of Mernissi, beauty Fatema's mother brags so much, particularly since her husband began to read the Egyptian feminist Qacem Amin, who claimed that the reason why men insist on hiding their women is that they are afraid because their mere beauty provokes dizziness. Chama Aunt simply not tolerate the confinement and home dreams of grandeur and freedom that they share with the small Fatema. Chama theory is that a lot of women tied to a tree braids are able to uproot. On the other hand is Aunt Habiba, irremediable dam heme (exclusive kind of melancholy that leaves women pensive), who despite being the opposite side of Chama offers an unforgettable lesson to Fatema: "(...) a woman could be quite helpless and yet and give meaning to their lives dreaming of flying (...) "(p. 157). Seclusion, far from stunting the intelligence of these women, given the opportunity to devote himself to reflection and imagination. The voli aware of their wings and the power that gives the deployed. Each one of them, and particularly Fatema, left to flourish Scheherazade burning in their hearts. Writes in The Harem West, whose original title is Scheherezade Goes best: "Schrezade teaches women that the only effective weapon they have is to develop the intellectual capacity to acquire knowledge and help men to shed their narcissistic need to impose a simplified heterogeneity. So you can start the dialogue need to know to confront the other and insist that they know and respect the limits. "(P. 64). The harem, then, has little to do with the orgiastic fantasies of Ingres and Delacroix, there is plump and naked belly dancers, smoking hashish, running or delivered to the comfort ethyl or erotic, lend to the whims of his master. There are, however, women in trousers playing ball in the courtyards and featuring vampires in domestic theatrical and subversive. Fatema Mernissi
is also one of the greatest authorities in Koranic studies in the world. The totality of his work is aimed to study the Muslim sociopoetical both heroines as intellectuals and ordinary women. In The Political Harem (1987) highlights the important role of Muhammad's wives never mentioned, so neglected as our biblical heroines, while in the book of interviews Morocco through their wives (1991) highlights stories of farmers, Saurina, workers and bred. Another very used in the literature is the need in the context of globalization, to establish a cultural exchange between nations, based on the figure of Sinbad, as in a book for peace (El Aleph, 2004). As leaves set in his speech on receiving the Prince of Asturias: "In the cowboy foreign civilization is always the enemy because power and honor come of border control, in Sinbad, however, the dialogue with enriched abroad. "Although he studied political science at the Sorbonne, Fatema Mernissi has played all his academic work in his native Morocco. She holds a Ph.D. in sociology from the Institut de Recherche Scientifique Universitaure the Mohamed V University in Rabat, which currently is a teacher. It also plays as a consultant to UNESCO. His name is on the Advisory Group for the Dialogue between Peoples and Cultures.
Many people have expressed surprise at the fact that Muslim feminist and sociologist who shared the Prince of Asturias Award to Susan Sontag in 2003 has chosen to remain in their home country, away from the privileges and freedoms of both we boast in the West, although reading it, particularly the West's Harem, clears up the mystery. Born in Fez, Morocco, in 1940, no less than the inside of a harem, Fatema not share our notion of "freedom" or understand our strange desire to divorce the beauty of intelligence, virtues that, according to Muslim culture can not exist separately: "Unlike the caliphs Fatema-writes as Harun al-Rashid, who confused beauty with sophisticated education and were willing to pay astronomical amounts to always have some Jary (slave) smart in their harems, the Kant's ideal woman is not opening the mouth (...) - and explicitly refers to Kant: "A woman with a head full of Greek, and Mrs. Dacier, or holding on mechanical key functions, such as the Marquise de Chatelet, does not seem to need more than a good beard. "(p. 107). But the horror of slavery in the West, who imposed the passivity of the ideas as a standard of beauty, reached its zenith when, browsing in stores in New York, Fatema discovers that his hips do not fit into the bigger size available in the boutique, the 38 (or 7 or 30 Mexican) "In suffering the frozen state as a passive object, continues Fatema, based on his reading of feminist Pierre Bourdieu, whose very existence depends on the look of its owner, Accidental women today, with education and training, are in the same predicament of the slaves of the harem (...) Thank Allah for saving the tyranny of the harem of the size thirty-eight! (...) "(P. 251). Fatema Mernissi
lands in the West to dispel myths about Muslim women (Oriana Fallaci itself showed his ignorance when he called them "idiots" for "letting enslave"), also to reflect Westerners or Christians in the mirror of his critical look. Mirror, frankly, not opaque but full of tenderness and sympathy for their fellow oppressed by the dictatorship of the size thirty-eight. His novel threshold Dreams, memories of a harem girl (Quintet, Muchnik Editores, 2002, translation of Angela Smith) brings down one by one the Western beliefs about what is a harem, which in practical life is not nothing but a commune where several related families living directly or indirectly. Already in the forties, when Fatema was born, the tradition of the man who accumulated many wives as he could keep starting to fall into disuse, at least in Morocco. Yasmine Fatema's maternal grandmother, lived with several co-wives, not the daughter of this mother of Fatema, who not only was the only woman in the life of a husband who venerated but also with all his soul abhorred the male polygamy. Fatema's mother dreamed of for their daughters an exciting and happy life, and "(...) a happy woman is one who could exercise any rights from the right to move to the right to create, compete and challenge and at the same time, to feel loved for doing so (...) "(p. 84). The mechanism of Yasmina home, however, is much more civilized and practical than the prevailing, for example, in Latin America, where adultery and domestic violence are our daily bread. Solidarity among co-wives is exemplary for a society like ours where the rivalry is encouraged and the women's competition. These women assume backward and repressed not competing, are embellished with each other in the hammam or public bath, unique to wear. All this does not mean that these women are not dreaming to go beyond the walls of his prison, because more harmony and laughter that had been inside the home of Fatema was just that a tightly guarded prison, not eunuchs but goalkeeper for a married with five children (women, incidentally, the wife jealous of this because it just went to work.) It even idealized privileges of Western women, who were had news through images of Greta Garbo and Claudette Colbert: "(...) I would grow into a wondrous realm, "said Fatema small, with thick curly hair in pigtails and clad in a western dress and shoes - that women have rights, including freedom to hug their husbands every night. But while Yasmina regretted having to wait for eight nights to lie with her husband, added that I should not complain too much because the wives of Harun-al Rashid, the Abbasid Caliph of Baghdad, had to wait nine hundred ninety-nine night because he had Jary thousand or slaves "(p. 43).
Women Dreams parade through the threshold, the grandmothers, mothers, aunts, cousins, slave are overwhelming and sensuous intelligence and all, without exception, are pleased to make small or large in subversive acts that often involve children and to young men, like riding edifying theatrical heroines of Islamic culture, all transgressive and revolutionary, such as Egyptian feminist Huda Sha 'Raoui, very beautiful indeed, that he tore the veil in 1919 to protest along with his followers against the British and demanded the adoption of a law to determine the minimum age of sixteen for marriage (she was married at 13). This heroine, founder of the Egyptian Feminist Union made it clear to other Arab nations that had recently gained independence, the relevance of women's suffrage and political participation of women. Incredibly, the pioneer in the inclusion of women in politics and university admission, it was Turkey, as noted in the very Fatema in the harem of the West: "(...) The percentage of students enrolled in engineering programs in countries Muslims as Turkey and Syria was double that in European countries more democratic tradition, such as the United Kingdom and Egypt are higher than in Canada or Spain (...) "(p. 35) Despite the Shari'a law inspired by the Koran and enforced by the extremists in the Islamic world, women like Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan, Turkey or Schiller Toncu megawatt in Indonesia have been erected presidents and prime ministers, something almost unthinkable in much of the western world and free. The Turkish can vote since 1921. Thirteen women were elected to Parliament in 1935. Amid all this, it is important to make clear that the oppression of women is not distinctive of Islam but of extremism. Every Muslim is brought up under a strong sense of equality which, as noted Fatema, is the fundamental basis of Islam. A Muslim women are taught not to wait for the prince as ourselves, but to work from the intellect to deserve it. I do not remember having read a better definition of universal feminism that "(...) So you can start the dialogue need to know to confront the other and insist that they know and respect the limits. When you learn to enjoy the vagaries of dialogue can enjoy situations in which the outcome of the race is not fixed in a rigid or known in advance who will win and who will lose ... "(p. 64).
One of the biggest entertainment in the harem, particularly for Chama, divorced Aunt Fatema, is to challenge the poor man with his paws entry must constantly catch the fugitives, trying not to hurt them. Not only should not let them walk alone is entrusted with escorting well when they go out so intruders do not compensate in the long necks and wide hips of Mernissi, beauty Fatema's mother brags so much, particularly since her husband began to read the Egyptian feminist Qacem Amin, who claimed that the reason why men insist on hiding their women is that they are afraid because their mere beauty provokes dizziness. Chama Aunt simply not tolerate the confinement and home dreams of grandeur and freedom that they share with the small Fatema. Chama theory is that a lot of women tied to a tree braids are able to uproot. On the other hand is Aunt Habiba, irremediable dam heme (exclusive kind of melancholy that leaves women pensive), who despite being the opposite side of Chama offers an unforgettable lesson to Fatema: "(...) a woman could be quite helpless and yet and give meaning to their lives dreaming of flying (...) "(p. 157). Seclusion, far from stunting the intelligence of these women, given the opportunity to devote himself to reflection and imagination. The voli aware of their wings and the power that gives the deployed. Each one of them, and particularly Fatema, left to flourish Scheherazade burning in their hearts. Writes in The Harem West, whose original title is Scheherezade Goes best: "Schrezade teaches women that the only effective weapon they have is to develop the intellectual capacity to acquire knowledge and help men to shed their narcissistic need to impose a simplified heterogeneity. So you can start the dialogue need to know to confront the other and insist that they know and respect the limits. "(P. 64). The harem, then, has little to do with the orgiastic fantasies of Ingres and Delacroix, there is plump and naked belly dancers, smoking hashish, running or delivered to the comfort ethyl or erotic, lend to the whims of his master. There are, however, women in trousers playing ball in the courtyards and featuring vampires in domestic theatrical and subversive. Fatema Mernissi
is also one of the greatest authorities in Koranic studies in the world. The totality of his work is aimed to study the Muslim sociopoetical both heroines as intellectuals and ordinary women. In The Political Harem (1987) highlights the important role of Muhammad's wives never mentioned, so neglected as our biblical heroines, while in the book of interviews Morocco through their wives (1991) highlights stories of farmers, Saurina, workers and bred. Another very used in the literature is the need in the context of globalization, to establish a cultural exchange between nations, based on the figure of Sinbad, as in a book for peace (El Aleph, 2004). As leaves set in his speech on receiving the Prince of Asturias: "In the cowboy foreign civilization is always the enemy because power and honor come of border control, in Sinbad, however, the dialogue with enriched abroad. "Although he studied political science at the Sorbonne, Fatema Mernissi has played all his academic work in his native Morocco. She holds a Ph.D. in sociology from the Institut de Recherche Scientifique Universitaure the Mohamed V University in Rabat, which currently is a teacher. It also plays as a consultant to UNESCO. His name is on the Advisory Group for the Dialogue between Peoples and Cultures.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Driver For Maxtor One Touch 300 Gb
Nostalgia
snatched Verónica Ortiz 68. A jealous and brutal husband had it under lock and key while a contingent of students who have more or less the same age, too old Alejandra Ballesteros, 18, were being massacred in Tlatelolco. He was safe there, in his prison housewife, true, but it is often preferable to voluntary, which is what Veronica wanted to run alongside all those young people, that salvation is not requested. So Alejandra, who says Paco Ignacio Taibo is a character Menson half, vehement but dazed, challenges the authoritarianism of his father, General Ballesteros, no less than one of the architects of the killing ... that he and his wife, the mother dead, is absent? in Alejandra same they did to Veronica's own and previously, the mother of Veronica, because domestic violence was what drove the writer today into the arms of a man who would end up making it worst victim of mistreatment to which they fled, "We were suffering a form of closure by my father who was very jealous and I realized that the only solution was marriage, "says Veronica. At that time I have 17. I keep slipping away, I leave to tolerate the limits and censorship, I hold a responsible freedom struggle and there is a slope mine at that time by 68. "This is the origin of the novel Do not forget me (Planeta, 2006), Veronica settles he considers his score to settle with 68. I met Veronica Ortiz
Lawrenz, a pioneer in Mexico to tackle head on human sexuality in the media (he was for many years host of the Workshop on sexuality, on Channel 11), when he presented his first novel, Survivors (Planet, 2003) where starkly portrayed in the modus vivendi of street children in Brazil, eventually exterminated as pest during maneuvers of "cleansing" of the so-called White Guards, a matter on which he heard and in which he threw himself, curiously enough, during a vacation in Rio de Janeiro. Blonde, energetic, nervous, Veronica spoke to reporters on the subject, trembling with indignation but sober and well planted. I wondered how the strengthened its sensitivity rather than vulnerable. Time aware of its dramatic past, as her character Alejandra, had to escape through a window and which is not brought up until the publication of which would be his second novel, I forget. Between this book and the preceding word published Women, interviews with writers (Joaquín Mortiz, 2004), work that boosted his primary vocation. The national writers, says Veronica, are twofold contempt because Mexico does not consume what the country produces. The Mexican player is not first choice at a Mexican author, and if female, less. "Long ago I write. I wrote my own scripts for television. Poetry, too, but I never posted because I'm extremely self-critical and I am convinced that I'll never publish. He carried around with the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving me time to write the novel about 68. Then came an experience very delicate, very hard: I was with Rosario Robles (head of government of the District Federal relay Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas in 1999) in an air which generated the content of speech and ordered a little of what was happening in the city because the PRI has left us a void and my job was to recover this information. Then I started to see changes in Rosario, I did not like and I retired ... and I had given up everything for this political project that I believed wholeheartedly. I said it was time to remake Veronica Ortiz, and I began to write ... "I forget
part of the author's personal experience, because the nostalgia of the not lived or experienced is a trace in a vacuum, which easily experience can become frustrated if not be processed intelligently. Although most of the characters are fictional, no other book on the subject has developed as clear or as accessible as the Machiavellian circumstances that led to the tragic events of October 2, 1968, perhaps because it is the first book readers thought not lived through them. To reconstruct the facts, Veronica uses a series of readings that adequately cited in the acknowledgments: The Night of Tlatelolco and Strong is the silence, by Elena Poniatowska; Days to keep from Carlos Monsivais, The days and years of Luis Gonzalez de Alba , Star of Tlatelolco Alvarez Garin, redo the story of Carlos Montemayor, a war party Julio Scherer García. The reader realizes, among other things, students, academics in particular, became objects of suspicion and persecution several months before the killing broke out, contaminating the pre-Olympic atmosphere of bad omens. "What happens, says one of the characters is that the government are more dogs just for the Olympics. Best for us. Going to give, they will release the prisoners, a (Demetrius) Vallejo. You saw the ball of foreign journalists, there are a shitload asking questions everywhere. In the government are not stupid. For all the university wants to strike before their fucking Olympics. "Alejandra
Mexico has stayed away from a child in a boarding school abroad. Graduation and subsequent return to the family residence coincides with the key to the novel. His father, General Ballesteros, is a contradictory character at the same time seeks to detain (not considered necessary to go to college, what if soon to be married?, Someone chosen by him, of course), except for very assists guarded French classes and some rides tasteless, imposes barbaric and practical riding exercises in the morning to lose his fear of horses. "The General Ballesteros is the quintessential father figure of the time-points Veronica. It is the torturer general, there were many at that time and hopefully I'm wrong, still it was a time when generals were very close to power, had public office. Now there is this mix of power with the military, but at that time there were many, and also very hungry. Corona del Rosal, for example, wanted to be president. There is another character, Gutiérrez Oropeza, the Estado Mayor Presidencial, very close to Diaz Ordaz, paranoid, very violent, very limited in their perceptions of all kinds and is going to be an important upstream on the ideas of Diaz Ordaz and Echeverria used with a very particular skill that, over the years, we were seeing more. Echeverría was the leading contender General Corona del Rosal for the presidency, and in that sense we have an atmosphere of presidential succession that will determine many of the things that happened in the 68 and resulted in the destruction of large groups of young people ... not just death but annihilation in many ways. "
always escorted whom he considers his only friend, her nanny, Alejandra will soon experience the desire to spread its wings, looking at the world with their own eyes and describe it in their own words, particularly when during a frugal solution to the pharmacy, duly supervised by her nanny (who, obviously, feel real terror for the general), has his first encounter with the charming Santiago, an idealistic university curly hair that will be your neighbor. With regard to Santiago, the most endearing and tragic Do not forget me, Veronica tells us it is symbolic because it represents the average young plowed those streets, now bloodied, demanding justice, attacked many times in the back: "(...) All we ask that young people ask, is democratic space, to respect the vote, the elections (...) "(p. 108)" It is clear that over 70% of this country are young, "says Veronica," means that if the 68 did 38 years ago, the today's young people not only lived but not have been forgotten, because the official story maintains a steady silence on events so important and foundational as this. "
Although at first I assumed that would be unfolding in Veronica Alejandra's mother and this, Maria Luisa, of German descent, she tells me that Maria Luisa, the wife tortured and disappeared from the General Ballesteros, who was riding a fictional tomb to dodge the pressing questions of her daughter, is a bit of your own mother. A kind of woman more common now than then, but, in light of the events seemed destined to awaken. The 68 was also a watershed year for women's liberation, the watershed, "says Veronica, a lot of things," for the first time a large number of people from all socioeconomic levels in the street were not defending the repression of young people, an issue that had to do with justice and democracy. People are tired of PRI governments, violent and repressive, especially that of Diaz Ordaz. The woman begins to break free of many atavism, is studying and has new possibilities of freedom, equality with their peers. They are Simone de Beauvoir, the pill ... is a key moment for feminism, the women need to be integrated into other areas that have been restricted by society. "As stated by the character of China on page 164: "I think any fight where the woman is not going slower."
Alejandra is still a young educated. Does not even know exactly who is his father. Your imagination is not enough to conceive of the torture and sexual humiliation to which the General Ballesteros undergoes youth captured. The beginning of the end of his innocence will be marked by the discovery of photographs where his mother, whom he has thought dead for many years, appears with evidence of torture ... photographs Luisa Maria herself was taken to report the crime of husband. Alejandra awaken slowly at first, influenced by James, who somehow be provided in Lazarillo, giving her eyes committed, and you will see the importance of their participation in the mega-protest involving almost the entire civil society. As a survivor, I forget which is open ended but would be judged "happy" because it is the opportunity that life gives Veronica Alejandra "to do more to squeeze through the window is his welcome as a woman ... free woman.
"I need the written word," says Veronica, "but do not know what comes next. I feel I'm much like in the middle of something, including generating and receiving the news. I'm there in the middle, so I think that the word "community" is not bad, because it is a bridge between the receiver and makes the messages. "Verónica Ortiz admires JJ Coetzee, anxiously awaiting the two new novels by Rosa Beltrán and says eventually return to his bedside table: Madame Bovary. Interested authors are also raising their own reality in different parts of the world, writer and journalist Laura Restrepo Colombian and Mexican poet Verónica Volkow. Currently, Veronica is a cultural advisor of the Interdisciplinary Program of Women's Studies College of Mexico and columnist for the independent magazine Emeequis.
Lawrenz, a pioneer in Mexico to tackle head on human sexuality in the media (he was for many years host of the Workshop on sexuality, on Channel 11), when he presented his first novel, Survivors (Planet, 2003) where starkly portrayed in the modus vivendi of street children in Brazil, eventually exterminated as pest during maneuvers of "cleansing" of the so-called White Guards, a matter on which he heard and in which he threw himself, curiously enough, during a vacation in Rio de Janeiro. Blonde, energetic, nervous, Veronica spoke to reporters on the subject, trembling with indignation but sober and well planted. I wondered how the strengthened its sensitivity rather than vulnerable. Time aware of its dramatic past, as her character Alejandra, had to escape through a window and which is not brought up until the publication of which would be his second novel, I forget. Between this book and the preceding word published Women, interviews with writers (Joaquín Mortiz, 2004), work that boosted his primary vocation. The national writers, says Veronica, are twofold contempt because Mexico does not consume what the country produces. The Mexican player is not first choice at a Mexican author, and if female, less. "Long ago I write. I wrote my own scripts for television. Poetry, too, but I never posted because I'm extremely self-critical and I am convinced that I'll never publish. He carried around with the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving me time to write the novel about 68. Then came an experience very delicate, very hard: I was with Rosario Robles (head of government of the District Federal relay Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas in 1999) in an air which generated the content of speech and ordered a little of what was happening in the city because the PRI has left us a void and my job was to recover this information. Then I started to see changes in Rosario, I did not like and I retired ... and I had given up everything for this political project that I believed wholeheartedly. I said it was time to remake Veronica Ortiz, and I began to write ... "I forget
part of the author's personal experience, because the nostalgia of the not lived or experienced is a trace in a vacuum, which easily experience can become frustrated if not be processed intelligently. Although most of the characters are fictional, no other book on the subject has developed as clear or as accessible as the Machiavellian circumstances that led to the tragic events of October 2, 1968, perhaps because it is the first book readers thought not lived through them. To reconstruct the facts, Veronica uses a series of readings that adequately cited in the acknowledgments: The Night of Tlatelolco and Strong is the silence, by Elena Poniatowska; Days to keep from Carlos Monsivais, The days and years of Luis Gonzalez de Alba , Star of Tlatelolco Alvarez Garin, redo the story of Carlos Montemayor, a war party Julio Scherer García. The reader realizes, among other things, students, academics in particular, became objects of suspicion and persecution several months before the killing broke out, contaminating the pre-Olympic atmosphere of bad omens. "What happens, says one of the characters is that the government are more dogs just for the Olympics. Best for us. Going to give, they will release the prisoners, a (Demetrius) Vallejo. You saw the ball of foreign journalists, there are a shitload asking questions everywhere. In the government are not stupid. For all the university wants to strike before their fucking Olympics. "Alejandra
Mexico has stayed away from a child in a boarding school abroad. Graduation and subsequent return to the family residence coincides with the key to the novel. His father, General Ballesteros, is a contradictory character at the same time seeks to detain (not considered necessary to go to college, what if soon to be married?, Someone chosen by him, of course), except for very assists guarded French classes and some rides tasteless, imposes barbaric and practical riding exercises in the morning to lose his fear of horses. "The General Ballesteros is the quintessential father figure of the time-points Veronica. It is the torturer general, there were many at that time and hopefully I'm wrong, still it was a time when generals were very close to power, had public office. Now there is this mix of power with the military, but at that time there were many, and also very hungry. Corona del Rosal, for example, wanted to be president. There is another character, Gutiérrez Oropeza, the Estado Mayor Presidencial, very close to Diaz Ordaz, paranoid, very violent, very limited in their perceptions of all kinds and is going to be an important upstream on the ideas of Diaz Ordaz and Echeverria used with a very particular skill that, over the years, we were seeing more. Echeverría was the leading contender General Corona del Rosal for the presidency, and in that sense we have an atmosphere of presidential succession that will determine many of the things that happened in the 68 and resulted in the destruction of large groups of young people ... not just death but annihilation in many ways. "
always escorted whom he considers his only friend, her nanny, Alejandra will soon experience the desire to spread its wings, looking at the world with their own eyes and describe it in their own words, particularly when during a frugal solution to the pharmacy, duly supervised by her nanny (who, obviously, feel real terror for the general), has his first encounter with the charming Santiago, an idealistic university curly hair that will be your neighbor. With regard to Santiago, the most endearing and tragic Do not forget me, Veronica tells us it is symbolic because it represents the average young plowed those streets, now bloodied, demanding justice, attacked many times in the back: "(...) All we ask that young people ask, is democratic space, to respect the vote, the elections (...) "(p. 108)" It is clear that over 70% of this country are young, "says Veronica," means that if the 68 did 38 years ago, the today's young people not only lived but not have been forgotten, because the official story maintains a steady silence on events so important and foundational as this. "
Although at first I assumed that would be unfolding in Veronica Alejandra's mother and this, Maria Luisa, of German descent, she tells me that Maria Luisa, the wife tortured and disappeared from the General Ballesteros, who was riding a fictional tomb to dodge the pressing questions of her daughter, is a bit of your own mother. A kind of woman more common now than then, but, in light of the events seemed destined to awaken. The 68 was also a watershed year for women's liberation, the watershed, "says Veronica, a lot of things," for the first time a large number of people from all socioeconomic levels in the street were not defending the repression of young people, an issue that had to do with justice and democracy. People are tired of PRI governments, violent and repressive, especially that of Diaz Ordaz. The woman begins to break free of many atavism, is studying and has new possibilities of freedom, equality with their peers. They are Simone de Beauvoir, the pill ... is a key moment for feminism, the women need to be integrated into other areas that have been restricted by society. "As stated by the character of China on page 164: "I think any fight where the woman is not going slower."
Alejandra is still a young educated. Does not even know exactly who is his father. Your imagination is not enough to conceive of the torture and sexual humiliation to which the General Ballesteros undergoes youth captured. The beginning of the end of his innocence will be marked by the discovery of photographs where his mother, whom he has thought dead for many years, appears with evidence of torture ... photographs Luisa Maria herself was taken to report the crime of husband. Alejandra awaken slowly at first, influenced by James, who somehow be provided in Lazarillo, giving her eyes committed, and you will see the importance of their participation in the mega-protest involving almost the entire civil society. As a survivor, I forget which is open ended but would be judged "happy" because it is the opportunity that life gives Veronica Alejandra "to do more to squeeze through the window is his welcome as a woman ... free woman.
"I need the written word," says Veronica, "but do not know what comes next. I feel I'm much like in the middle of something, including generating and receiving the news. I'm there in the middle, so I think that the word "community" is not bad, because it is a bridge between the receiver and makes the messages. "Verónica Ortiz admires JJ Coetzee, anxiously awaiting the two new novels by Rosa Beltrán and says eventually return to his bedside table: Madame Bovary. Interested authors are also raising their own reality in different parts of the world, writer and journalist Laura Restrepo Colombian and Mexican poet Verónica Volkow. Currently, Veronica is a cultural advisor of the Interdisciplinary Program of Women's Studies College of Mexico and columnist for the independent magazine Emeequis.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Baseball Shops Singapore
Of how a girl writer created the office of Guardian of Eden
If women had written books,
'm sure I would have done differently
because they know that they were falsely accused. CP
Épistre au dieu d'amours (1399)
There once was a very lucky girl named Christina. No, not a princess, but could have happened due to the raising of which earned him a privileged position because of his father, Tommaso de Pizzano, nothing less than the astrologer to King Charles. Venetian origin, Don Tommaso had come to the palace on the banks of the Seine, taking the hand of a charming creature, his daughter, who conquered the courtiers with his mere presence. Born in Venice in 1364, Cristina, as his father would change his name to be fully integrated to the French court, and the Italian "to Pizzano," which means "native of Pizza" became "de Pizan." However, his future writing manifest a large Italian influence, namely Dante, his most beloved writer. About his father
write the maiden, attributing the comment to straight, a character created for herself: "Your father (John), the great sage and philosopher, thought that a career in science would be worth less than women. Instead, as you know, caused great joy to your inclination to study. Were female bias Your mother prevented you during your youth deepen and extend your knowledge, because she just wanted to entertain you in spinning and other trifles (...) (The City of Ladies, Siruela, José María Translation Lemarchand, 2001, p. 199). King Charles Cristina could not have the slightest complaint, much less his consort, Queen Joan of Bourbon, who treated her mother's affection. In that environment Cristina did not find any difficulty to devote himself to his greatest passion: the study of literature, which took place smoothly (as they were not called to dinner for his mother who was afraid her daughter would not be limited a pious readings) in a house near the Palace Saint-Pol, one of the residences of the Valois in Paris. Do not miss these hobbies into a maiden whose father was a man of science and whose maternal grandfather was nothing more and nothing less than the anatomist Mondino of Luzzi. He spent his days and nights hover in the ever more fed Biblioteque Royale, slightly shocked with the portrayal of women were his favorite authors and with which he was not identified at all, because I had silly hair and of frivolous, less. As if all this were not enough, the girl married at age fifteen, by choice and not a fixed commitment they used to be the majority, with the king's scribe, twenty-four, Etienne du Castel, who besides looking never hindered him in his passion for literature, moreover, taught him his trade, so converted Cristina end up perhaps in the first lawyer in history. About her beloved husband, I would say Cristina straight through: "(...) There are bad husbands, but there are honest, excellent and prudent. Women who are found to have been born under a lucky star and should thank the heavens with joy. This I know very well (John) for your own experience because you had such a good husband who could not have chosen a better (...) "(p. 171).
As you read between the lines, having received many more blessings that ordinary women of her time, did not prevent Cristina sensitized to the plight of their fellows, so early on focused all its efforts, both artistic and intellectual, to improve the living conditions of women, victims of a series of old prejudices that conditions on the eternal subject and a sterile enclosure, ie, devoid of those elements that are personal growth books. All this makes our maid the first feminist history, although the term has been coined until the mid-nineteenth century in England. Increasingly dissatisfied with the image of itself to restore its authors intended ones, particularly the Greeks (Ovid and Aristotle, for example), Cristina decided to look in their own readings exemplary women whose words were enough to reverse the malignant stereotypes of femininity and certainly had wonderful discovery, by Horace, who Plato found the death under his pillow the songs of Sappho, as you leave based in The City of Ladies, considered his flagship, not translated into English and Dutch until the late twentieth century. The first translation into English released until XXI, we owe it to Marie Joseph Lemarchand, who in his notes to the edition before us we are surprised by asserting that while efforts to modernize the text without distorting its original meaning, had to omit terms that would sound too modern. In this book, I would The Treasure of the City of Ladies (1405), a book of advice for women.
The goddess Fortuna, which Craig refers to the same resentment with which we would refer to an ungrateful friend, was to play him a trick: death of his powerful patron, King Charles, whose successors, though not suppressed, nor will paid more attention. Then would come the death of his beloved father and, after ten years of happy marriage, the plague that ravaged Paris in 1389 would take Ettienne leaving his widow heartbroken and unprotected, with two children charge. The widow of a notary would manage to raise her offspring, or, as not so metaphorically in one of his poems: "(...) a woman I became a man / for the fortune willed it so / so I changed it body and spirit / in a natural man, perfect ... "and all I could do was write. In that sense, Cristina de Pizan would be a pioneer in more ways than one at a time because the style is still the author dictates to a secretary or scribe, this medieval lady herself would take the pen and retire to a room to write their own texts, ie four centuries before Virginia Woolf reflect on the need for creative women have a personal space for creation, Cristina was already a fact. This, in a way, makes it also a publisher. To tell Garí Banking, Cristina is the first feminist writer because it is the first to write from the experience of woman's body. But there's more: Cristina de Pizan became the first professional writer in history, ie, the first economic advantage of his talent. With she founded a home corner hitherto unknown: the stud. Lemarchand said: "(...) the" study "Cristina is also for architectural innovation marking a new way of life for a society that was beginning to value privacy. Towards the end of the sixteenth century is isolated from the rest of the chateau at least one camera to retreat (...) "In that seclusion write Cristina The City of Ladies, first published in 1404.
In that work, divided into three books, a harried Cristina begins to feel ashamed of her own sex after looking into all the versions on the contribution the authors, is visited by three distinguished ladies: Reason, straight and Justice. They invite her to participate in the construction of the City of Ladies, and while Cristina up strengths, her new friends refresh its report on the endless parade of female, real and imagined, that contradict the authors misogynist: artists, heroes, saints, queens, inventors, etc.. An action very similar to that employ our Sor Juana y Sombra First fleeting dream, two centuries later: "Go straight," he says Cristina, architect of the City of Ladies-ink mixed with the mortar and the mortar used without repairs because I will provide you with a lot of it thanks to the Divine, advancing in broad strokes to warm your good pen, soon finish the construction of high buildings and beautiful mansions, where they will reside forever ladies of great fame and merit who they are intended. "(p. 155).
But the work on behalf of their oppressed sex is not restricted to the field written: Cristina threw hand knowledge bequeathed by Ettienne right to defend, as far as he could, to women victims of what we now call "domestic violence" . A Lemarchand say became a "champion" as the medieval concept that could be understood in postmodern terms, as a defender of human rights. It became a much admired polemicist who from the pulpit, clerical style, exhorted the men to assess the potential of women and learn to see them for what they really were: subjects and not objects: "(...) If the word was so despicable female and so little authority as they claim, would never have allowed our Lord it was just a woman who announced his resurrection, so he did with Mary Magdalene on Easter Day when ordered to take the news to Peter and other apostles. Blessed be God, for wanting that, besides the infinite gifts that filled females, the messenger was a woman of such extraordinary new "(p. 85). Cristina was also the most passionate advocate of a brave girl fall from grace: Joan of Arc. It was also the first biographer of the saint in life of this, titled sampler about Joan of Arc, while languishing in a dungeon, condemned to the stake. In this book, published in 1429, carried out a dialogue between the maid and the lady who appreciates your comfort and patriotic act that nobody has understood, and could be interpreted by a genuine feminist treatise. Citizenship is one you topics more deeply in the text, referring to the suppression of ecclesiastical and monarchical powers, which seriously hampers a woman to develop our own criteria, so they had to rely on the accused such loopholes laws. By then Cristina, and imprisoned in a convent where he continued his tireless work literary, reflect on the enormous advantage that is incarceration for a woman of genius. Sometimes the convent was preferable, particularly for those who, like Christine de Pizan, wanted to cultivate the spirit and intellect, two closely linked entities at the time. "God has given them (women) (...) a beautiful intelligence that may apply if you want, any of the fields where they exercise the most illustrious men. There are no more or less accessible to them if they want to study and gain fame with an honest job. "(P. 12).
All this did not mean he was blind to the faults and defects of certain female specimens, as in the case of Isabel Bavaria, which although it weighs in The City of Ladies, along with other contemporary artist would be like Anastasia, the official illustrator of the books of Cristina, then publicly scolded when the sovereign government organizes a rival that of his son, betrays her husband the Duke of Orleans and adheres to the cause of the Burgundians was almost as much as to ally with the worst enemies of the French, the English, against whom undertake the so-called Hundred Years War: "(...) I take care of poor women because they represent the feminine nature, but its perversion. "(p. 172).
the same way that the authors offer their works moralizing the ladies of high rank as a way of inviting them to amend their conduct, offered Cristina de Pizan City of Ladies The Duke of Burgundy and John the Fearless, expecting them to reflect on its erroneous position on the female. Another great achievement of our heroine, despite its glorification of the ladies dressed as knights and friars who undertook a man's own deeds in the land war, intellectual and spiritual, was that he never resorted to cross-dressing to be heard, admire and respect. His sermons, it is said, were so intense, well-argued and great, that no man ever dared to refute. Readers may be questioning his current excessive emphasis on female chastity name as one of the greatest virtues, but let's read in light of his time and not ours, where there is the possibility to prevent pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases: sexual relations but did not lead to problems, if not true tragedies, women. And the problems, we know, they merely distract us from the intellectual work.
Author of a military treaty that would quite an impression on Henry VIIII of England, Book of the feats of arms and chivalry, Cristina also made translations of works and wrote several training manuals, which contributed largely to support his family. He was also a copyist. Among his works Letters is the charge account of the novel of the Rose (1398-1402), where angry but firmly rejects the concept misogynist Jean Menu, author of the novel rose, romance of the thirteenth century, so it would become again, in the first polemicist and literary criticism. Christine de Pizan died in 1430, the monastery of Poissy. For a while some of his work was attributed to Giovanni Boccaccio, until in 1786 he regained ownership of the fifteen volumes of which has his complete work.
'm sure I would have done differently
because they know that they were falsely accused. CP
Épistre au dieu d'amours (1399)
There once was a very lucky girl named Christina. No, not a princess, but could have happened due to the raising of which earned him a privileged position because of his father, Tommaso de Pizzano, nothing less than the astrologer to King Charles. Venetian origin, Don Tommaso had come to the palace on the banks of the Seine, taking the hand of a charming creature, his daughter, who conquered the courtiers with his mere presence. Born in Venice in 1364, Cristina, as his father would change his name to be fully integrated to the French court, and the Italian "to Pizzano," which means "native of Pizza" became "de Pizan." However, his future writing manifest a large Italian influence, namely Dante, his most beloved writer. About his father
write the maiden, attributing the comment to straight, a character created for herself: "Your father (John), the great sage and philosopher, thought that a career in science would be worth less than women. Instead, as you know, caused great joy to your inclination to study. Were female bias Your mother prevented you during your youth deepen and extend your knowledge, because she just wanted to entertain you in spinning and other trifles (...) (The City of Ladies, Siruela, José María Translation Lemarchand, 2001, p. 199). King Charles Cristina could not have the slightest complaint, much less his consort, Queen Joan of Bourbon, who treated her mother's affection. In that environment Cristina did not find any difficulty to devote himself to his greatest passion: the study of literature, which took place smoothly (as they were not called to dinner for his mother who was afraid her daughter would not be limited a pious readings) in a house near the Palace Saint-Pol, one of the residences of the Valois in Paris. Do not miss these hobbies into a maiden whose father was a man of science and whose maternal grandfather was nothing more and nothing less than the anatomist Mondino of Luzzi. He spent his days and nights hover in the ever more fed Biblioteque Royale, slightly shocked with the portrayal of women were his favorite authors and with which he was not identified at all, because I had silly hair and of frivolous, less. As if all this were not enough, the girl married at age fifteen, by choice and not a fixed commitment they used to be the majority, with the king's scribe, twenty-four, Etienne du Castel, who besides looking never hindered him in his passion for literature, moreover, taught him his trade, so converted Cristina end up perhaps in the first lawyer in history. About her beloved husband, I would say Cristina straight through: "(...) There are bad husbands, but there are honest, excellent and prudent. Women who are found to have been born under a lucky star and should thank the heavens with joy. This I know very well (John) for your own experience because you had such a good husband who could not have chosen a better (...) "(p. 171).
As you read between the lines, having received many more blessings that ordinary women of her time, did not prevent Cristina sensitized to the plight of their fellows, so early on focused all its efforts, both artistic and intellectual, to improve the living conditions of women, victims of a series of old prejudices that conditions on the eternal subject and a sterile enclosure, ie, devoid of those elements that are personal growth books. All this makes our maid the first feminist history, although the term has been coined until the mid-nineteenth century in England. Increasingly dissatisfied with the image of itself to restore its authors intended ones, particularly the Greeks (Ovid and Aristotle, for example), Cristina decided to look in their own readings exemplary women whose words were enough to reverse the malignant stereotypes of femininity and certainly had wonderful discovery, by Horace, who Plato found the death under his pillow the songs of Sappho, as you leave based in The City of Ladies, considered his flagship, not translated into English and Dutch until the late twentieth century. The first translation into English released until XXI, we owe it to Marie Joseph Lemarchand, who in his notes to the edition before us we are surprised by asserting that while efforts to modernize the text without distorting its original meaning, had to omit terms that would sound too modern. In this book, I would The Treasure of the City of Ladies (1405), a book of advice for women.
The goddess Fortuna, which Craig refers to the same resentment with which we would refer to an ungrateful friend, was to play him a trick: death of his powerful patron, King Charles, whose successors, though not suppressed, nor will paid more attention. Then would come the death of his beloved father and, after ten years of happy marriage, the plague that ravaged Paris in 1389 would take Ettienne leaving his widow heartbroken and unprotected, with two children charge. The widow of a notary would manage to raise her offspring, or, as not so metaphorically in one of his poems: "(...) a woman I became a man / for the fortune willed it so / so I changed it body and spirit / in a natural man, perfect ... "and all I could do was write. In that sense, Cristina de Pizan would be a pioneer in more ways than one at a time because the style is still the author dictates to a secretary or scribe, this medieval lady herself would take the pen and retire to a room to write their own texts, ie four centuries before Virginia Woolf reflect on the need for creative women have a personal space for creation, Cristina was already a fact. This, in a way, makes it also a publisher. To tell Garí Banking, Cristina is the first feminist writer because it is the first to write from the experience of woman's body. But there's more: Cristina de Pizan became the first professional writer in history, ie, the first economic advantage of his talent. With she founded a home corner hitherto unknown: the stud. Lemarchand said: "(...) the" study "Cristina is also for architectural innovation marking a new way of life for a society that was beginning to value privacy. Towards the end of the sixteenth century is isolated from the rest of the chateau at least one camera to retreat (...) "In that seclusion write Cristina The City of Ladies, first published in 1404.
In that work, divided into three books, a harried Cristina begins to feel ashamed of her own sex after looking into all the versions on the contribution the authors, is visited by three distinguished ladies: Reason, straight and Justice. They invite her to participate in the construction of the City of Ladies, and while Cristina up strengths, her new friends refresh its report on the endless parade of female, real and imagined, that contradict the authors misogynist: artists, heroes, saints, queens, inventors, etc.. An action very similar to that employ our Sor Juana y Sombra First fleeting dream, two centuries later: "Go straight," he says Cristina, architect of the City of Ladies-ink mixed with the mortar and the mortar used without repairs because I will provide you with a lot of it thanks to the Divine, advancing in broad strokes to warm your good pen, soon finish the construction of high buildings and beautiful mansions, where they will reside forever ladies of great fame and merit who they are intended. "(p. 155).
But the work on behalf of their oppressed sex is not restricted to the field written: Cristina threw hand knowledge bequeathed by Ettienne right to defend, as far as he could, to women victims of what we now call "domestic violence" . A Lemarchand say became a "champion" as the medieval concept that could be understood in postmodern terms, as a defender of human rights. It became a much admired polemicist who from the pulpit, clerical style, exhorted the men to assess the potential of women and learn to see them for what they really were: subjects and not objects: "(...) If the word was so despicable female and so little authority as they claim, would never have allowed our Lord it was just a woman who announced his resurrection, so he did with Mary Magdalene on Easter Day when ordered to take the news to Peter and other apostles. Blessed be God, for wanting that, besides the infinite gifts that filled females, the messenger was a woman of such extraordinary new "(p. 85). Cristina was also the most passionate advocate of a brave girl fall from grace: Joan of Arc. It was also the first biographer of the saint in life of this, titled sampler about Joan of Arc, while languishing in a dungeon, condemned to the stake. In this book, published in 1429, carried out a dialogue between the maid and the lady who appreciates your comfort and patriotic act that nobody has understood, and could be interpreted by a genuine feminist treatise. Citizenship is one you topics more deeply in the text, referring to the suppression of ecclesiastical and monarchical powers, which seriously hampers a woman to develop our own criteria, so they had to rely on the accused such loopholes laws. By then Cristina, and imprisoned in a convent where he continued his tireless work literary, reflect on the enormous advantage that is incarceration for a woman of genius. Sometimes the convent was preferable, particularly for those who, like Christine de Pizan, wanted to cultivate the spirit and intellect, two closely linked entities at the time. "God has given them (women) (...) a beautiful intelligence that may apply if you want, any of the fields where they exercise the most illustrious men. There are no more or less accessible to them if they want to study and gain fame with an honest job. "(P. 12).
All this did not mean he was blind to the faults and defects of certain female specimens, as in the case of Isabel Bavaria, which although it weighs in The City of Ladies, along with other contemporary artist would be like Anastasia, the official illustrator of the books of Cristina, then publicly scolded when the sovereign government organizes a rival that of his son, betrays her husband the Duke of Orleans and adheres to the cause of the Burgundians was almost as much as to ally with the worst enemies of the French, the English, against whom undertake the so-called Hundred Years War: "(...) I take care of poor women because they represent the feminine nature, but its perversion. "(p. 172).
the same way that the authors offer their works moralizing the ladies of high rank as a way of inviting them to amend their conduct, offered Cristina de Pizan City of Ladies The Duke of Burgundy and John the Fearless, expecting them to reflect on its erroneous position on the female. Another great achievement of our heroine, despite its glorification of the ladies dressed as knights and friars who undertook a man's own deeds in the land war, intellectual and spiritual, was that he never resorted to cross-dressing to be heard, admire and respect. His sermons, it is said, were so intense, well-argued and great, that no man ever dared to refute. Readers may be questioning his current excessive emphasis on female chastity name as one of the greatest virtues, but let's read in light of his time and not ours, where there is the possibility to prevent pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases: sexual relations but did not lead to problems, if not true tragedies, women. And the problems, we know, they merely distract us from the intellectual work.
Author of a military treaty that would quite an impression on Henry VIIII of England, Book of the feats of arms and chivalry, Cristina also made translations of works and wrote several training manuals, which contributed largely to support his family. He was also a copyist. Among his works Letters is the charge account of the novel of the Rose (1398-1402), where angry but firmly rejects the concept misogynist Jean Menu, author of the novel rose, romance of the thirteenth century, so it would become again, in the first polemicist and literary criticism. Christine de Pizan died in 1430, the monastery of Poissy. For a while some of his work was attributed to Giovanni Boccaccio, until in 1786 he regained ownership of the fifteen volumes of which has his complete work.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Bible Black Online Blog
Write hurts. Numb hand. Blood runs hot arm goes to the heart, the words come out angry ...
Seeing LC can not believe that alone has defied the demons until the ethereal fragile, tired look between sweet, haloed by an unusual aura of peace. My first thought upon meeting this woman that would expedite smile was capable of embracing the Mexican disappointed in a hug and comfort, passing over his own fear ... because it is brave to the extent that is reconciled with her fear . Only those who are familiar and engaged with the pain of others can look at the way he makes this postmodern heroine who has publicly exposed about pedophiles magnates who controlled an international network of child pornography and has lived ... to tell. Armed only with words and truth, Lydia says she is not working with violence but with peace. I also said that his soul has eased lately reading Eduardo Galeano, and I said with the calm of one who has no debt to justice, much less life.
Lydia Cacho Ribeiro was born on April 12, 1963, in Mexico City, but is in Cancun, Quintana Roo, where he directs a center for women victims of domestic violence (CIAM) who founded eighteen years ago, work he says with a flutter of her eyelashes amazing, I love it. Here he has learned that there is justice after all, since 99% of the cases have a happy ending, and if not, has helped the victims to start from scratch in countries far away enough to be reached. Daughter of a Portuguese woman named Paulette who conducted fieldwork in the most squalid and dangerous, between "youth band" Lydia learned that the best way to give meaning to life itself is contributing to the happiness and welfare of others. This led her to pursue journalism, human rights, without neglecting his work at the center or his passion for literature "that haunts me the Colegio Madrid." The fusion of two passions led to the writing of the novel Bite the heart (Plaza & Janes, 2006), originally published under the title Demac provinces of the soul (2003), ie it is a work prior to the Demons of Eden story, the one who has been credited with the XIV National Human Rights Award Don Sergio Méndez Arceo and unanimous admiration of thousands of readers around the world, but also to the persecution of political and Mario Marín, governor of Puebla, he made arrangements for his arrest in complicity with the poblano Kamel Nacif, a friend and partner by now-jailed pederast in Arizona, Jean Succar Kuri, Lebanese-born businessmen both. Blanche Petrich wrote in La Jornada on February 14, 2006, referring to the disclosure of recording the telephone call in which Marín and Nacif agree to kill the journalist, deposited in the receipt of the anonymous hands daily, "Nacif Borge, his voice raspy and coarse language, concerns over the conversations how, through friends and contacts within the Cereso poblano, "recommended" that lock up Lydia with "crazy and dykes" that was violated when he entered prison, how were disregarded legal formalities to notify the reporter of the process was still against him, "because if not, fails to jail"
Later, continues Blanche Petrich, giving voice Lydia, who was arrested more than a virtual hostage, "As I entered the Cereso I went to an area of \u200b\u200breview. I ordered a youth custody undress completely. It was very humiliating, because there was only a plastic door separated us from where were the courts. It was very cold and started to sneeze. Suddenly the attendant told me: "Are you from the TV, right? Be very careful, because the van to rape. " In his terror, Cacho only able to ask: "How?" Naively, the police understood the question literally. "Then with a stick." But he recommended: "Do not worry, please to sneeze, get very, very sick so that I can take it to the nurse. " At that time the chief came to the area in turn custody. "I realized," relates Lydia Cacho, who exchanged signs and glances. No I will never forget the name of that woman. Between the two I grabbed his arms and started to move down a corridor. At the bottom there were three male trustees. Came forward and began to struggle with the custodians, trying to take me to another site. They resisted, the boss told them they were on medication and then I gave them. Running reached the door of the infirmary. Once in there assured me that it would deliver me, reassured me, let me rest and Women kept their word. Do not let me raped. "This demonstrates the vulnerability of journalists to the powerful Mexican (Mexico ranks second, below Colombia, crimes against journalists) who seem to enjoy absolute impunity, also demonstrates the kind of demons facing Lydia and whom the Constitution, against the much ballyhooed by official demagoguery, protects its failure to provide guarantees for the timely exercise of freedom of expression of journalists, if not killed, are jailed on charges of "defamation."
Lydia, who has for the time of probation, his novel is published Bite the heart, which deals with the history of Soledad, a woman infected with HIV / AIDS for her husband. Lydia built this character with glimpses of many women, most contaminated by their own spouse, which helped, encouraged and guided. Even died in their arms as Lydia also led the creation of a shelter for people living with HIV, given the contempt with which they are still treated in public health. Soledad Soledad longer ... stop being a woman, a human being to become "bed number seven:" (...) Since the clinic nurses had been told that is the policy of insurance to antiretrovirals, but there is no federal budget Specific treatment for AIDS. According to one, the government does not agree that patients die soon, keep them alive is very expensive (...) They may be right, although it is somewhat simplistic cause they do not deliver antiretrovirals in government clinics in I personally think that it is rather because there is no realistic public policy on the number of people living with immunodeficiency virus, or AIDS. If the Conasida ask me if there is AIDS in my home, and I admit it crazier than publicly. Maybe that is why in our country there are no statistics, because if any would have to confront reality, and denial is a national asset. " (Pp 76 and 77).
Soledad is the average housewife. The wife of a hotel in Cancun, elementary school teacher, mother of a boy and a girl. His life is spent in a quiet domesticity, something that could be called "happiness", until a series of physiological symptoms of place to the brutal reality: her husband has been unfaithful and has transmitted the AIDS virus. Far from being an isolated case, the reality is that housewives have come to lead the statistics of HIV carriers in Latin America over drug addicts, homosexuals and prostitutes. The virus has been installed in the sacred privacy of the family, leaving behind a trail of orphans and fostering a new generation of babies born polluted. The machismo, coupled with sexual illiteracy that our top officials seem bent on perpetuating the veto sex education in schools, is the explosive mix that will continue undoing entire families. Faced with such terrible circumstances
, Soledad starts writing a diary through which not only vent but reflects increasingly deep and dense, about themselves, their situation and those around him, as her husband (who fails to develop the disease), her feminist mother, feminist and everything that could not divert his son from the influences of an environment that insists on making men believe they can practice away with their sexuality, Carmina, his beloved best friend, which ends the story by her and her two children who witness the wasting of a once-athletic mother: "(...) I am not writing this journal to transcend, as the authors from whom I speak to and pupils write to survive, to maintain this fragile balance mind, not to let the ideas get lost in the maelstrom of depression that is stewing in my soul. I write not to die. To know that I am not dead yet. "(P. 56). Far from the melodrama
, Bite the heart (the title is a line of Jaime Sabines) shows the maturation process and awareness of a woman who, paradoxically, becomes stronger as your body is being corrupted. Soledad is aware of circumstances that was not disturbed while healthy, his true position in society, family and partner. Has acquired the maturity to forgive her husband, who otherwise will be a hateful character to the most moving, and is, as finally realizes his own solitude, Carlos has been a victim like herself, a victim of a company carrying double standards and we haggle information on behalf of a crooked Catholicism has spawned more demons than angels: "(...) the wisdom product of formal and religious education can be a drag for tolerance (...)" (p. 73) . Soledad, on the other hand, acquire consciousness of social exclusion to the "different", and specifically homosexual, experiencing firsthand the discrimination that closes all doors, especially in the professional aspect. The ignorance of this latent evil gives rise to a series of prejudices and beliefs ridiculous to suppose that the mere presence of a seropostivo can be contagious. All this leads to read Soledad Marcela Lagarde, a leading Mexican feminist author who declares Lydia own disciple and friend. Both Soledad and Carlos acquire gender consciousness, she, through his readings and conversations with other women raise their consciousness as Carmina who, like Lydia's own, draws strength from the indignation, and his wonderful mother, who is exactly who introduced Lagarde reading, he, through the suffering inflicted on his partner and misleading notions of masculinity and social demand ostentation of it. This is not a punishment (as it considers the lady redeeming out of nowhere, where they come from those who have no inner life, who insists on visiting to read the Bible), but a lesson. Finally, children learn through pain, although it is the least desirable way is, after all, an opportunity not to repeat mistakes, "Who knows what to say to two children as little about death, AIDS, monogamy, condoms in marriage? "(p. 91).
Lydia has seen women die of AIDS ... girls afraid to threats from a man claiming to be their benefactor and finished raping, prostituting and film: "It is not an easy case, Lydia told me during our first interview. We live in a sleepy company that does not move a finger, and this problem involves dozens of children up to five years, mostly little women, policemen and corrupt politicians, and drug trafficking networks and child pornography. Is not the plot of a movie in theaters, is a real drama. "The Demons of Eden is a book that brought tears of anger, even screaming, full-length painting of a society that preys justified with the victims and the rapists in the name of money and power. Children who had the courage to draw their corrupter, Jean Succar Kuri and his "distinguished guests" who included politicians and businessmen, even respectable ladies were brought to his time in the streets of Cancun and branded of "whores." Together with Lydia, the angel who has done more to provide the shoulder to cry on him, have been subjected to all kinds of harassment. She, while awaiting the next move of the enemies who have tried to silence by all means, work on his next project where journalistic expose the mechanisms through which some Mexican businessmen engaged in selling people, particularly women, Colombian, Venezuelan and Cuban working mainly table dance in Monterrey and that certainly will bring new enemies. Nonetheless, Lydia admits that what he really wants is to write a novel about love ... as if there had risked their lives because of it, for love.
Read the latest news of Lydia Cacho case in the newspaper La Jornada
http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2006/09/14/008n1pol.php
http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2006/09/14/008n1pol.php
Lydia Cacho Ribeiro was born on April 12, 1963, in Mexico City, but is in Cancun, Quintana Roo, where he directs a center for women victims of domestic violence (CIAM) who founded eighteen years ago, work he says with a flutter of her eyelashes amazing, I love it. Here he has learned that there is justice after all, since 99% of the cases have a happy ending, and if not, has helped the victims to start from scratch in countries far away enough to be reached. Daughter of a Portuguese woman named Paulette who conducted fieldwork in the most squalid and dangerous, between "youth band" Lydia learned that the best way to give meaning to life itself is contributing to the happiness and welfare of others. This led her to pursue journalism, human rights, without neglecting his work at the center or his passion for literature "that haunts me the Colegio Madrid." The fusion of two passions led to the writing of the novel Bite the heart (Plaza & Janes, 2006), originally published under the title Demac provinces of the soul (2003), ie it is a work prior to the Demons of Eden story, the one who has been credited with the XIV National Human Rights Award Don Sergio Méndez Arceo and unanimous admiration of thousands of readers around the world, but also to the persecution of political and Mario Marín, governor of Puebla, he made arrangements for his arrest in complicity with the poblano Kamel Nacif, a friend and partner by now-jailed pederast in Arizona, Jean Succar Kuri, Lebanese-born businessmen both. Blanche Petrich wrote in La Jornada on February 14, 2006, referring to the disclosure of recording the telephone call in which Marín and Nacif agree to kill the journalist, deposited in the receipt of the anonymous hands daily, "Nacif Borge, his voice raspy and coarse language, concerns over the conversations how, through friends and contacts within the Cereso poblano, "recommended" that lock up Lydia with "crazy and dykes" that was violated when he entered prison, how were disregarded legal formalities to notify the reporter of the process was still against him, "because if not, fails to jail"
Later, continues Blanche Petrich, giving voice Lydia, who was arrested more than a virtual hostage, "As I entered the Cereso I went to an area of \u200b\u200breview. I ordered a youth custody undress completely. It was very humiliating, because there was only a plastic door separated us from where were the courts. It was very cold and started to sneeze. Suddenly the attendant told me: "Are you from the TV, right? Be very careful, because the van to rape. " In his terror, Cacho only able to ask: "How?" Naively, the police understood the question literally. "Then with a stick." But he recommended: "Do not worry, please to sneeze, get very, very sick so that I can take it to the nurse. " At that time the chief came to the area in turn custody. "I realized," relates Lydia Cacho, who exchanged signs and glances. No I will never forget the name of that woman. Between the two I grabbed his arms and started to move down a corridor. At the bottom there were three male trustees. Came forward and began to struggle with the custodians, trying to take me to another site. They resisted, the boss told them they were on medication and then I gave them. Running reached the door of the infirmary. Once in there assured me that it would deliver me, reassured me, let me rest and Women kept their word. Do not let me raped. "This demonstrates the vulnerability of journalists to the powerful Mexican (Mexico ranks second, below Colombia, crimes against journalists) who seem to enjoy absolute impunity, also demonstrates the kind of demons facing Lydia and whom the Constitution, against the much ballyhooed by official demagoguery, protects its failure to provide guarantees for the timely exercise of freedom of expression of journalists, if not killed, are jailed on charges of "defamation."
Lydia, who has for the time of probation, his novel is published Bite the heart, which deals with the history of Soledad, a woman infected with HIV / AIDS for her husband. Lydia built this character with glimpses of many women, most contaminated by their own spouse, which helped, encouraged and guided. Even died in their arms as Lydia also led the creation of a shelter for people living with HIV, given the contempt with which they are still treated in public health. Soledad Soledad longer ... stop being a woman, a human being to become "bed number seven:" (...) Since the clinic nurses had been told that is the policy of insurance to antiretrovirals, but there is no federal budget Specific treatment for AIDS. According to one, the government does not agree that patients die soon, keep them alive is very expensive (...) They may be right, although it is somewhat simplistic cause they do not deliver antiretrovirals in government clinics in I personally think that it is rather because there is no realistic public policy on the number of people living with immunodeficiency virus, or AIDS. If the Conasida ask me if there is AIDS in my home, and I admit it crazier than publicly. Maybe that is why in our country there are no statistics, because if any would have to confront reality, and denial is a national asset. " (Pp 76 and 77).
Soledad is the average housewife. The wife of a hotel in Cancun, elementary school teacher, mother of a boy and a girl. His life is spent in a quiet domesticity, something that could be called "happiness", until a series of physiological symptoms of place to the brutal reality: her husband has been unfaithful and has transmitted the AIDS virus. Far from being an isolated case, the reality is that housewives have come to lead the statistics of HIV carriers in Latin America over drug addicts, homosexuals and prostitutes. The virus has been installed in the sacred privacy of the family, leaving behind a trail of orphans and fostering a new generation of babies born polluted. The machismo, coupled with sexual illiteracy that our top officials seem bent on perpetuating the veto sex education in schools, is the explosive mix that will continue undoing entire families. Faced with such terrible circumstances
, Soledad starts writing a diary through which not only vent but reflects increasingly deep and dense, about themselves, their situation and those around him, as her husband (who fails to develop the disease), her feminist mother, feminist and everything that could not divert his son from the influences of an environment that insists on making men believe they can practice away with their sexuality, Carmina, his beloved best friend, which ends the story by her and her two children who witness the wasting of a once-athletic mother: "(...) I am not writing this journal to transcend, as the authors from whom I speak to and pupils write to survive, to maintain this fragile balance mind, not to let the ideas get lost in the maelstrom of depression that is stewing in my soul. I write not to die. To know that I am not dead yet. "(P. 56). Far from the melodrama
, Bite the heart (the title is a line of Jaime Sabines) shows the maturation process and awareness of a woman who, paradoxically, becomes stronger as your body is being corrupted. Soledad is aware of circumstances that was not disturbed while healthy, his true position in society, family and partner. Has acquired the maturity to forgive her husband, who otherwise will be a hateful character to the most moving, and is, as finally realizes his own solitude, Carlos has been a victim like herself, a victim of a company carrying double standards and we haggle information on behalf of a crooked Catholicism has spawned more demons than angels: "(...) the wisdom product of formal and religious education can be a drag for tolerance (...)" (p. 73) . Soledad, on the other hand, acquire consciousness of social exclusion to the "different", and specifically homosexual, experiencing firsthand the discrimination that closes all doors, especially in the professional aspect. The ignorance of this latent evil gives rise to a series of prejudices and beliefs ridiculous to suppose that the mere presence of a seropostivo can be contagious. All this leads to read Soledad Marcela Lagarde, a leading Mexican feminist author who declares Lydia own disciple and friend. Both Soledad and Carlos acquire gender consciousness, she, through his readings and conversations with other women raise their consciousness as Carmina who, like Lydia's own, draws strength from the indignation, and his wonderful mother, who is exactly who introduced Lagarde reading, he, through the suffering inflicted on his partner and misleading notions of masculinity and social demand ostentation of it. This is not a punishment (as it considers the lady redeeming out of nowhere, where they come from those who have no inner life, who insists on visiting to read the Bible), but a lesson. Finally, children learn through pain, although it is the least desirable way is, after all, an opportunity not to repeat mistakes, "Who knows what to say to two children as little about death, AIDS, monogamy, condoms in marriage? "(p. 91).
Lydia has seen women die of AIDS ... girls afraid to threats from a man claiming to be their benefactor and finished raping, prostituting and film: "It is not an easy case, Lydia told me during our first interview. We live in a sleepy company that does not move a finger, and this problem involves dozens of children up to five years, mostly little women, policemen and corrupt politicians, and drug trafficking networks and child pornography. Is not the plot of a movie in theaters, is a real drama. "The Demons of Eden is a book that brought tears of anger, even screaming, full-length painting of a society that preys justified with the victims and the rapists in the name of money and power. Children who had the courage to draw their corrupter, Jean Succar Kuri and his "distinguished guests" who included politicians and businessmen, even respectable ladies were brought to his time in the streets of Cancun and branded of "whores." Together with Lydia, the angel who has done more to provide the shoulder to cry on him, have been subjected to all kinds of harassment. She, while awaiting the next move of the enemies who have tried to silence by all means, work on his next project where journalistic expose the mechanisms through which some Mexican businessmen engaged in selling people, particularly women, Colombian, Venezuelan and Cuban working mainly table dance in Monterrey and that certainly will bring new enemies. Nonetheless, Lydia admits that what he really wants is to write a novel about love ... as if there had risked their lives because of it, for love.
Read the latest news of Lydia Cacho case in the newspaper La Jornada
http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2006/09/14/008n1pol.php
http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2006/09/14/008n1pol.php
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
How Many Calories Does Denise Austin Boot Camp B
... write as a woman, and because I am deeply conscious woman of the ways in which power can be abused ...
MR
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Margaret Randall radically broke ties with the world. Arguably, born again and became one: Who would a little girl dressed in lace and ribbon, born into a traditional Jewish family in the middle class in New York, brought essentially to marry and raise children, end traveling the world aboard a motorcycle, getting involved in various Latin American rebellions of the seventies and eighties, love of Andean culture and proclaimed lesbian in midlife? Of course, it took many things and many years on that little girl with long braids, as revealed in his painful poem, "The second picture, the camera faces demand for answers, while his maternal grandmother" (...) around my Rear decked as for a party, / your fingers in a rare position, like making a secret sign "(This happens when a woman's heart is broken (Poems 1985-1995), translation, foreword and notes by Victor Rodríguez Núñez, bilingual edition, Poetry Hyperion, 1999, p. 55).
systematically raped from early childhood by her maternal grandfather, sheltered by the grandmother of Margaret, the poet stopped for the simple reason that he remembered nothing. He never knew what to call that which broke inside and forced to live picking up pieces restored as a masterpiece. Like any girl her married status, and with her new husband, who procrearía his first son, Gregory, launched their first motorcycle trip to North Africa and Europe, just graduated from high school in 1954. Would stop in Seville for a year, using as a maid, assimilating the language of which was to fall in love: Castilian. And while it proved the absolute freedom and loved, for some unspecified reason end up back in New York, the city where he was born on December 6, 1936 (although it would raise New Mexico), and where he met the father of Gregory, a son, says Margaret at all times, very desirable. During this trance awaken their political consciousness, 1961, to the extent of it to turn 360 degrees, with all of your baby for ten months and two books of poetry published for Mexico. There he discovered another vein: poetry, the ideal way to express their pains and longings. In Mexico, says Margaret, became a feminist and began using the voice of others. Also published his first book on feminism: Women. Documentary Anthology (Siglo XXI, 1970). Through poetry emerges finally what had happened in earliest childhood and was able to name it: incest. Margaret was reunited at last with Margaret: "When Margaret wrote his name / Margaret is a poem / readers should stop and consider such evidence (...)" ("First footnote, p. 23). Finally, the former girl raped rapist faces Grandpa, Grandma accomplice, the stunned parents he never knew: "In this poem hold your eyes and cry, / please, Mom, stop telling / the words I think we want to hear. Tell us from your own fear. / (...) Look, I now I gather my children grouped their heights / kill the saint to thirty years after his death / played his rotting flesh in the moonlight / I see the pillars fall. / ( ...) Pick up the pieces. "(" To kill the holy ", p. 59). Also face the dictators, especially his fellow countrymen who consider themselves heirs of God: "Under my skin / all deaths crowd / next to that one death: / somewhere in El Salvador, / May, 1975: / Roque , revolutionary, poet, friend, / torture and then murdered / by members of deserters from their own organization. / One of their abuse of unequal war, / impossible to erase. "(" Dead "In another time: reflections of the Grand Canyon Saddlebag, CONACULTA, FONCA, Translation Maria Vazquez, 2006).
in Mexico is related intimately with fellow poet Juan Bañuelos, Nicaraguan Ernesto Cardenal. With Sergio Mondragón founded in 1962, the bilingual magazine The plumed horn (the horn feathered), which reached and published 32 issues, in addition, more than twenty U.S. and Latin American poets. Procrearía also with him two daughters: Sarah (1963) and Ximena (1964), divorced shortly after the birth. From his editorial work began to have problems with power by the simple act of publishing Cuban poets, and her motherhood of two Mexican girls (Anne was by birth) did not soften the repressive attitude of the government of Gustavo Diaz Ordaz on the U.S., involved with all his soul in the student movement of 1968 and assuming a critical stance against the oppressors through its magazine, a fact that the force, first, to live in hiding (like so many Mexican participants in the movement), but shortly after birth Anne, her third daughter fruit of their union with the poet Robert Cohen, came illegally country that had not ever wanted to leave, bound for Havana, where he lived happily until 1980, unable to restore American citizenship through his marriage with Cohen that it would be nine races in 1986 after comprobársele it was "communist" for writing a poem Che Guevara. He also questioned subjects as absurd as painting nudes in an art class and working as a waitress in a gay bar. His concepts, rather than their experiences (as a means of expression, again, is the poetry) are reflected in three sociological essays published by the editorial Siglo XXI: The hippies, expression of a crisis; Women, The spirit of a people: the Vietnam Women, Women in the revolution, and a beautiful co-authored with chronic Cuban poet Angel Antonio Moreno, on a street artist wanted Matanzas, Che Carballo: Dreams and Realities of Guajiricantor (1979), as well as its material journalism, scattered in major Latin American journals. In the eighties
would move to Nicaragua to live from within the struggle of the Sandinista Front, which would result in the book We are all awake, detailing the very active participation of women against General Somoza terrible. Published in his native country under the title of Sandino 's Daughters, was destined to be his landmark book on the date received love letters from his readers: "Many believed that, despite the important contributions of the FSLN, its inability to deal with feminism (as well as racism and the widespread abuse of power) contributed to his defeat. The Sandinista leadership, mostly male, continues talking about his commitment to equality for women, but where are the actions that support the words? "Through Sandino's Daughters, a story open, exposes the lies about movement internationally circulated, manipulated from the United States: "Many Americans did not even know where Nicaragua was - would the author- or even what language was spoken there because of the ignorance that keeps the American people is an abysmal ignorance ... "To tell the author Nicaraguan Gioconda Belli:" Margaret Randall has the quality of these stunning birds are to be recorded in one eyes when walking on the sidewalks of Bombacho (...) A tuft of long white hair still damp at the edges, blue eyes full of melancholy and a voice that ranges from the wailing and singing ... "
The awakening of consciousness feminist, particularly during Nicaraguan experience, made the poet and journalist to notice the fact that, as a poet, had come to work with own pain, that was his, that was it. It was not, however, to abolish this learning more cultural than spiritual, but of honor, naming it, a poet. And it has to do with a masochistic glee, much less self-pitying lament, because the pain of a woman can be transformed into aesthetic enjoyment of others, like Margaret gives to his poetry: "... in women has been an enormous capacity to resist, but fuck you get up and follow ... "The pain of being a woman, once to aware, internalized thought, becomes a value in the possibility of mutual learning, in a lesson that needs to be shared, transmitted until it became legend: "Where is the mirror clean enough / to say about us?" ("Mirrors", p. 83). Once assimilated this lesson, channeling pain through art and protest against injustice, and Margaret Margaret rebuilt just as hoarse screams until she is Margaret, cried in the end his love for women. Mother of four, grandmother of ten grandchildren, had the luxury of starting a new life in Albuquerque, next to his partner, Barbara Byers painter who spends his work anthology, This happens when a woman's heart is broken. His delightful poem, "Our Anniversary", included in his latest poetry collection, Inside the other time: reflections of the Grand Canyon, illustrated, by the way, Barbara, raised by loving commitment between two women, an exchange of rings, in this case, acquires a sublime touch of subversion, "a moveable feast. First date, first touch, a night until morning / last eighteen years. The decision to be together all the time / that we have. Then we confess that we wanted rings. / And that's when my first dream was born: a map / to look for ourselves. "(P. 29).
This relentless track in his consciousness, in his memory and identity, made through therapy, but prefacing the emotional metaphors the poetry, made him see that it was necessary to land in this world if you really wanted to contribute to change, hence any hint of guilt, if any, was diluted in a fierce anti-imperialism and radical rejection of Zionism. This does not mean expressing an everlasting bliss for the landscape that currently surrounds it. His most recent book of poems, in fact, is a hymn to the landscape and nature of America that petrified the extent of leaving the notebook moves brought expressly to capture that environment millennium: "Every time I had to choose / between writing or sitting quietly / inhale this place, / let him into my pores, I was myself, / inviting place to go. Did you know then / you could access the memories later? / I did not even question. "(" The Notebook ", p. 103, 104)
Margaret thus was never idly by, in fact, and as Rodríguez Núñez says, it is likely that no other writer has worked so hard and involved in their own work and political activities. His poetry reflects the many facets of transformation and of their struggle and the richness of his thought drew on the most diverse schools. The lack of power in women, said in a decisive manner is not, as has been led to believe, a private phenomenon, because the personal and political are two sides of the same coin: "The system needs to keep women subordinate and well controlled, so paint the life of rebellion as a miserable life. But if a woman went wrong in a relationship and have to try again, have to see if she is less happy than one that says, "Well, I agree with what I have, I will not move the water and stay where I am ... "said in an interview with the website of The Bulletin.
Although his poetry was written in English, perhaps because the language of childhood, the pain, the renegade, Margaret is heavily influenced by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, César Vallejo, Roque Dalton, Violeta Parra and Carlos Maria Gutierrez although acknowledges the influence of Whitman, Hart Crane and also a lesbian poet Adrienne Rich. However, Rodriguez said Nunez, the true place of Margaret is with black writers, Indian and Hispanic as June Jordan, Audre Lorde, Sandra Cisneros, Michelle Cliff, Janice Gould, Sonia Sanchez, and Luci Tapahanso Gloria Anzaldua. José Vicente Anaya puts it, quite rightly, with other poets of his generation that transformed the home environment to a new poetry, as Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton and Diane di Prima. One of his greatest affection is Frida Kahlo art, about whom he writes: "I always go back to the Butterflies amazed how your body broken / still in its glass case / under the canopy of your last bed. / (...) I also love people-women, / but there are times when people, including women / me tired. "Frida is exemplary about the way a woman can tame the pain, even more so, submit it. It is not necessary to have suffered physical pain remained prostrate for the Mexican painter, as a woman, to understand ... especially when, as Margaret has lived collected the pieces themselves. The pain makes women a being in perpetual construction, constantly mutating skin and, in extreme cases like those of Frida and Margaret's own, become masterpieces themselves: "For me, politics and life are the same thing "Franklin says Margaret Fernandez. But do not talk about close or partisan politics, but politics in the sense of trying to make life healthier, safer and more creative for everyone ... but to assume political office ... ever! "Currently working on his memoirs, which promises to be a monumental work.
systematically raped from early childhood by her maternal grandfather, sheltered by the grandmother of Margaret, the poet stopped for the simple reason that he remembered nothing. He never knew what to call that which broke inside and forced to live picking up pieces restored as a masterpiece. Like any girl her married status, and with her new husband, who procrearía his first son, Gregory, launched their first motorcycle trip to North Africa and Europe, just graduated from high school in 1954. Would stop in Seville for a year, using as a maid, assimilating the language of which was to fall in love: Castilian. And while it proved the absolute freedom and loved, for some unspecified reason end up back in New York, the city where he was born on December 6, 1936 (although it would raise New Mexico), and where he met the father of Gregory, a son, says Margaret at all times, very desirable. During this trance awaken their political consciousness, 1961, to the extent of it to turn 360 degrees, with all of your baby for ten months and two books of poetry published for Mexico. There he discovered another vein: poetry, the ideal way to express their pains and longings. In Mexico, says Margaret, became a feminist and began using the voice of others. Also published his first book on feminism: Women. Documentary Anthology (Siglo XXI, 1970). Through poetry emerges finally what had happened in earliest childhood and was able to name it: incest. Margaret was reunited at last with Margaret: "When Margaret wrote his name / Margaret is a poem / readers should stop and consider such evidence (...)" ("First footnote, p. 23). Finally, the former girl raped rapist faces Grandpa, Grandma accomplice, the stunned parents he never knew: "In this poem hold your eyes and cry, / please, Mom, stop telling / the words I think we want to hear. Tell us from your own fear. / (...) Look, I now I gather my children grouped their heights / kill the saint to thirty years after his death / played his rotting flesh in the moonlight / I see the pillars fall. / ( ...) Pick up the pieces. "(" To kill the holy ", p. 59). Also face the dictators, especially his fellow countrymen who consider themselves heirs of God: "Under my skin / all deaths crowd / next to that one death: / somewhere in El Salvador, / May, 1975: / Roque , revolutionary, poet, friend, / torture and then murdered / by members of deserters from their own organization. / One of their abuse of unequal war, / impossible to erase. "(" Dead "In another time: reflections of the Grand Canyon Saddlebag, CONACULTA, FONCA, Translation Maria Vazquez, 2006).
in Mexico is related intimately with fellow poet Juan Bañuelos, Nicaraguan Ernesto Cardenal. With Sergio Mondragón founded in 1962, the bilingual magazine The plumed horn (the horn feathered), which reached and published 32 issues, in addition, more than twenty U.S. and Latin American poets. Procrearía also with him two daughters: Sarah (1963) and Ximena (1964), divorced shortly after the birth. From his editorial work began to have problems with power by the simple act of publishing Cuban poets, and her motherhood of two Mexican girls (Anne was by birth) did not soften the repressive attitude of the government of Gustavo Diaz Ordaz on the U.S., involved with all his soul in the student movement of 1968 and assuming a critical stance against the oppressors through its magazine, a fact that the force, first, to live in hiding (like so many Mexican participants in the movement), but shortly after birth Anne, her third daughter fruit of their union with the poet Robert Cohen, came illegally country that had not ever wanted to leave, bound for Havana, where he lived happily until 1980, unable to restore American citizenship through his marriage with Cohen that it would be nine races in 1986 after comprobársele it was "communist" for writing a poem Che Guevara. He also questioned subjects as absurd as painting nudes in an art class and working as a waitress in a gay bar. His concepts, rather than their experiences (as a means of expression, again, is the poetry) are reflected in three sociological essays published by the editorial Siglo XXI: The hippies, expression of a crisis; Women, The spirit of a people: the Vietnam Women, Women in the revolution, and a beautiful co-authored with chronic Cuban poet Angel Antonio Moreno, on a street artist wanted Matanzas, Che Carballo: Dreams and Realities of Guajiricantor (1979), as well as its material journalism, scattered in major Latin American journals. In the eighties
would move to Nicaragua to live from within the struggle of the Sandinista Front, which would result in the book We are all awake, detailing the very active participation of women against General Somoza terrible. Published in his native country under the title of Sandino 's Daughters, was destined to be his landmark book on the date received love letters from his readers: "Many believed that, despite the important contributions of the FSLN, its inability to deal with feminism (as well as racism and the widespread abuse of power) contributed to his defeat. The Sandinista leadership, mostly male, continues talking about his commitment to equality for women, but where are the actions that support the words? "Through Sandino's Daughters, a story open, exposes the lies about movement internationally circulated, manipulated from the United States: "Many Americans did not even know where Nicaragua was - would the author- or even what language was spoken there because of the ignorance that keeps the American people is an abysmal ignorance ... "To tell the author Nicaraguan Gioconda Belli:" Margaret Randall has the quality of these stunning birds are to be recorded in one eyes when walking on the sidewalks of Bombacho (...) A tuft of long white hair still damp at the edges, blue eyes full of melancholy and a voice that ranges from the wailing and singing ... "
The awakening of consciousness feminist, particularly during Nicaraguan experience, made the poet and journalist to notice the fact that, as a poet, had come to work with own pain, that was his, that was it. It was not, however, to abolish this learning more cultural than spiritual, but of honor, naming it, a poet. And it has to do with a masochistic glee, much less self-pitying lament, because the pain of a woman can be transformed into aesthetic enjoyment of others, like Margaret gives to his poetry: "... in women has been an enormous capacity to resist, but fuck you get up and follow ... "The pain of being a woman, once to aware, internalized thought, becomes a value in the possibility of mutual learning, in a lesson that needs to be shared, transmitted until it became legend: "Where is the mirror clean enough / to say about us?" ("Mirrors", p. 83). Once assimilated this lesson, channeling pain through art and protest against injustice, and Margaret Margaret rebuilt just as hoarse screams until she is Margaret, cried in the end his love for women. Mother of four, grandmother of ten grandchildren, had the luxury of starting a new life in Albuquerque, next to his partner, Barbara Byers painter who spends his work anthology, This happens when a woman's heart is broken. His delightful poem, "Our Anniversary", included in his latest poetry collection, Inside the other time: reflections of the Grand Canyon, illustrated, by the way, Barbara, raised by loving commitment between two women, an exchange of rings, in this case, acquires a sublime touch of subversion, "a moveable feast. First date, first touch, a night until morning / last eighteen years. The decision to be together all the time / that we have. Then we confess that we wanted rings. / And that's when my first dream was born: a map / to look for ourselves. "(P. 29).
This relentless track in his consciousness, in his memory and identity, made through therapy, but prefacing the emotional metaphors the poetry, made him see that it was necessary to land in this world if you really wanted to contribute to change, hence any hint of guilt, if any, was diluted in a fierce anti-imperialism and radical rejection of Zionism. This does not mean expressing an everlasting bliss for the landscape that currently surrounds it. His most recent book of poems, in fact, is a hymn to the landscape and nature of America that petrified the extent of leaving the notebook moves brought expressly to capture that environment millennium: "Every time I had to choose / between writing or sitting quietly / inhale this place, / let him into my pores, I was myself, / inviting place to go. Did you know then / you could access the memories later? / I did not even question. "(" The Notebook ", p. 103, 104)
Margaret thus was never idly by, in fact, and as Rodríguez Núñez says, it is likely that no other writer has worked so hard and involved in their own work and political activities. His poetry reflects the many facets of transformation and of their struggle and the richness of his thought drew on the most diverse schools. The lack of power in women, said in a decisive manner is not, as has been led to believe, a private phenomenon, because the personal and political are two sides of the same coin: "The system needs to keep women subordinate and well controlled, so paint the life of rebellion as a miserable life. But if a woman went wrong in a relationship and have to try again, have to see if she is less happy than one that says, "Well, I agree with what I have, I will not move the water and stay where I am ... "said in an interview with the website of The Bulletin.
Although his poetry was written in English, perhaps because the language of childhood, the pain, the renegade, Margaret is heavily influenced by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, César Vallejo, Roque Dalton, Violeta Parra and Carlos Maria Gutierrez although acknowledges the influence of Whitman, Hart Crane and also a lesbian poet Adrienne Rich. However, Rodriguez said Nunez, the true place of Margaret is with black writers, Indian and Hispanic as June Jordan, Audre Lorde, Sandra Cisneros, Michelle Cliff, Janice Gould, Sonia Sanchez, and Luci Tapahanso Gloria Anzaldua. José Vicente Anaya puts it, quite rightly, with other poets of his generation that transformed the home environment to a new poetry, as Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton and Diane di Prima. One of his greatest affection is Frida Kahlo art, about whom he writes: "I always go back to the Butterflies amazed how your body broken / still in its glass case / under the canopy of your last bed. / (...) I also love people-women, / but there are times when people, including women / me tired. "Frida is exemplary about the way a woman can tame the pain, even more so, submit it. It is not necessary to have suffered physical pain remained prostrate for the Mexican painter, as a woman, to understand ... especially when, as Margaret has lived collected the pieces themselves. The pain makes women a being in perpetual construction, constantly mutating skin and, in extreme cases like those of Frida and Margaret's own, become masterpieces themselves: "For me, politics and life are the same thing "Franklin says Margaret Fernandez. But do not talk about close or partisan politics, but politics in the sense of trying to make life healthier, safer and more creative for everyone ... but to assume political office ... ever! "Currently working on his memoirs, which promises to be a monumental work.
Friday, September 1, 2006
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"A woman does not know how to look. Sees only dreams. "Regardless of the interpretations which may arise from this expression by Julio Cortazar, heading in the first part of the poetry book House of Sleep (IMAC / Gíglico Editions, 2006), seems applicable to a particular woman: Elizabeth Cazessús, born August 28, 1960, in Tijuana, Baja California, where his family was, by her own account, like so many working class families to join the millions who have established a tradition of migrants. They chose, however, stay on this side, near the sea, where his father practiced the profession of telegraph operator. Marine vein poet, Elizabeth unfolds in the territory of sleep like a panther in the jungle, alert to danger, risk prone but others fear: "(...) I write what the fish dream / while rinse in this room / shapes of silence and light "(" Seas the Dream "Dream House, p. 14). The dreamlike quality the poetry of Elizabeth can be explained by the fact that her "dream" poems, the voice of his subconscious dictates as to the ancient poets and verses are repeated insistence that whisper from his lips, which many sometimes has no choice but to get up and write. The biggest risk of the dream is awakening. But Elizabeth gets to catch the dream, remove it from the unconscious and capture it like a fish to the net: useless and curb this river of dreams filled with fish.
Morena and delicate, Elizabeth is projected on the girl of his poem "More on the death of Major Sabines, whose reading is constantly interrupted by his father ... that parent will end blaming his mother for "madness" of his daughter, which the fledgling poet orillaría to burn the papers considered guilty of this dispute, "I agreed with the death devoured by poetry / Ella Creek my bones / It has been staying with me stop to stop / It has opened my eyes / Quiet, play with my life / re-emergence as an underground roar of passion / Light with its magic of living in the Honduras / Heart. "(House ..., p. 53). "Poetry, tells the poet, rises in me as a source of the dark and inexplicable. After about 10 or 11 years meditating in the staircase leading to the garden, accompanied by a small where he wrote and made drawings. I was wondering who am I? And I came to write I'm a surprise in the window picking words and silence ... I myself do not quite understand it but it caused an unusual joy. It occurred to me to find my mother in the ironing room and showed him what he had just written. She stared at me in a dubious manner, surprised and distressed, as though something in me threaten its security. The incredulity of my mother shaped my attitude to writing, I kept writing just for me, with a certain timidity and shame. "At school, Elizabeth was soon to become the ambivalent reputation of" talking pretty "and" crazy " , but managed to successfully switch to writing bolibol illegal and excel in both fields.
Although personally is a sweetness that one breaks it, his poetry conveys the silent fury of a wave. Their fragility devastating crashes in words that weave eroticism and pain, without demarcation possible. Claiming that it is beyond mere metaphor waves: the syncopated swing invariably referred to us, sometimes sweet, other ... almost always terrible, terrible sweet. Author of four books of poetry, ritual and song (1994), Woman of Salt (2000), Footprints in the Water (2001) and House of Dreams, Elizabeth is known for its performances of poetry, simply beautiful, not However nourished by its own letter that turns into crushing wave to take possession of the author under floodlights. But much more than their own verses actress, becomes a priestess of the verse when taken by assault the stage. The poetic voice of Elizabeth Cazessús is not, in fact, only one: a chorus of female voices, sirens skein rather than describe, symbolize the profound essence of femininity. Like when, a priestess of Inanna, the first poet on earth, origin of all poetry and all apple, crying: "We played with lyrics cal / to see her in the water revived, / pieces of a lost country, / lakes and ponds / that fed the absence of rain, / calligraphy White costs (...) "(" The Dream "Footprints in the water, IMAC):" After 3 am, the poet continues salty eyes, and handed in my dreams started workshops which would be my first formal poems. Obviously I kept doing it in a hidden way because I was afraid that judge me crazy. I felt a certain inability to reason coherently and this represented a great mystery with sketches of magic to my life in general. My intuition is the voice and came back again the poetry and could not stop the flood of words that stuck out like tumult of peaceful sleep. "
Women. Water. Poetry. Genesis. The life of the water, she is water and the poetry, the work of water and women, Inana, Eva ("Lilith?). The woman, Elizabeth seems to say, is a being that comes from water and water again, again and again. Irremediable destiny. It is no coincidence that Venus emerging from the sea foam is Western icon of femininity. The poet, then, refers to the symbolic aspects, rather than the mythological women as the source and memory in the world. His writing of the ancient legacy passed down from daughter to daughter: "Someday I'll be born a fish in water / In case you do not find me (...)" ("Mirror of salt", home ..., p. 18). Elizabeth
viewed the sea as a huge female fish Birth "stubborn. The sea, female, female rage of loneliness that sweeps the salt of the universe to heal the primal wound. The look, says Elizabeth in a poem, is the breakdown of the water bed, and as the sea, the poet is aware that the answers to your questions is silence. So, back synchronous siren, goes to the words of silence, which incites them to: "Look one, words are mirrors ..." ("Do not ask for tomorrow to love", p. 47). The sea has a language that the poet explicit questions clearly and yet seeks to answer, indeed, the more complex: "The hungry fish swarm / Reinvent universe / of a sea that is treasured among the letters "(" Rooms ", home ..., p. 23). That language prompts mean salt whispers will inevitably go back to that other woman with the deformed face of doubts that never managed to verbalize: "The city of salt" / "in the desert to Timbuktu," / destitute and abandoned / like Lot's wife / is your echo in the breeze / that clears. "(Woman of Salt, Editorial Rise of the Muse, no. 5, p. 37).
The best way to stop silent, that is not equal to break the silence (silence is part of our nature water), is to break in waves, says the poet ... writing, the act that makes them cousins \u200b\u200bdelivery to women and the sea. In the poetry of Elizabeth Cazessús the act of writing is intimately connected with childbirth and motherhood, as in "Three times three," poem national contest winner Anita Trujillo Pompa 1993, included in House of sleep. Both experiences, write and give birth, are the fruit of joy and pain triggers, but again the border between Eros and Thanatos is blurred as a poem written in the sand, doomed to be swallowed by the sea, oblivion of water. Motherhood, in the poetry of Elizabeth, is a rediscovery of the body, generating amazement, ergo, writing: "Liquid mineral deluge of letters / fire operator on the foliage of the apple / Eve whom we inherited the logos of silence (...) "(p. 45). Writing is breaking the clerk with the world, physical manifestation of not wanting to be. Labor is also split, break, cry and silence. Motherhood is represented here as a ritual is concerned solely with the mother and daughter, which insulates them from the rest of mortals, the center of the universe becomes, in a contemplative silence permeated the intimate language: "(...) And the eyes of a girl looking at me / Like the faun to his mother / From the depths of their bodies coral latent / Mineral / Plant / People / In the embrace of sustainable water / Two bodies cohabiting the glittering desert / universe. "(p. 41).
absorbed in the dictates of the sea, completely foreign to the worldly bustle, to the avatars of the avant-garde technology and imposts, Elizabeth Cazessús becomes his own room. Well Gabriel Trujillo said that, rather than a poet, an artisan of the gods who look at the body's own mapping joyful footsteps of his itinerary: "There is nothing ambiguous in his poetry. And is that Cazessús recognizes that writing is a bet that no one emerges unscathed dela. "Elizabeth's work has been included in anthologies Across the Line (Junction Press, 2003) and the trilogy of English poets, sly, mystical and rebel (2004). He lives in his native Tijuana, a mother of two teenage children, is dedicated to cultural journalism and its visual poetry: "In general I think the poets of the North (Baja California specifically) have emerged as the (non-prophets) poets desert, within a reality determined by geography and as a metaphor given by the irony of life, as we have done alone without any regional tradition and away from the merits of the literary tradition of south-central Mexico. Add to this the issues of gender, compared to the status of women, and the division of antagonistic cultural groups in the state of BC In Tijuana no school of humanities to the late eighties etc. Given this has not been stronger if indifference, orphanage or denial. "
Morena and delicate, Elizabeth is projected on the girl of his poem "More on the death of Major Sabines, whose reading is constantly interrupted by his father ... that parent will end blaming his mother for "madness" of his daughter, which the fledgling poet orillaría to burn the papers considered guilty of this dispute, "I agreed with the death devoured by poetry / Ella Creek my bones / It has been staying with me stop to stop / It has opened my eyes / Quiet, play with my life / re-emergence as an underground roar of passion / Light with its magic of living in the Honduras / Heart. "(House ..., p. 53). "Poetry, tells the poet, rises in me as a source of the dark and inexplicable. After about 10 or 11 years meditating in the staircase leading to the garden, accompanied by a small where he wrote and made drawings. I was wondering who am I? And I came to write I'm a surprise in the window picking words and silence ... I myself do not quite understand it but it caused an unusual joy. It occurred to me to find my mother in the ironing room and showed him what he had just written. She stared at me in a dubious manner, surprised and distressed, as though something in me threaten its security. The incredulity of my mother shaped my attitude to writing, I kept writing just for me, with a certain timidity and shame. "At school, Elizabeth was soon to become the ambivalent reputation of" talking pretty "and" crazy " , but managed to successfully switch to writing bolibol illegal and excel in both fields.
Although personally is a sweetness that one breaks it, his poetry conveys the silent fury of a wave. Their fragility devastating crashes in words that weave eroticism and pain, without demarcation possible. Claiming that it is beyond mere metaphor waves: the syncopated swing invariably referred to us, sometimes sweet, other ... almost always terrible, terrible sweet. Author of four books of poetry, ritual and song (1994), Woman of Salt (2000), Footprints in the Water (2001) and House of Dreams, Elizabeth is known for its performances of poetry, simply beautiful, not However nourished by its own letter that turns into crushing wave to take possession of the author under floodlights. But much more than their own verses actress, becomes a priestess of the verse when taken by assault the stage. The poetic voice of Elizabeth Cazessús is not, in fact, only one: a chorus of female voices, sirens skein rather than describe, symbolize the profound essence of femininity. Like when, a priestess of Inanna, the first poet on earth, origin of all poetry and all apple, crying: "We played with lyrics cal / to see her in the water revived, / pieces of a lost country, / lakes and ponds / that fed the absence of rain, / calligraphy White costs (...) "(" The Dream "Footprints in the water, IMAC):" After 3 am, the poet continues salty eyes, and handed in my dreams started workshops which would be my first formal poems. Obviously I kept doing it in a hidden way because I was afraid that judge me crazy. I felt a certain inability to reason coherently and this represented a great mystery with sketches of magic to my life in general. My intuition is the voice and came back again the poetry and could not stop the flood of words that stuck out like tumult of peaceful sleep. "
Women. Water. Poetry. Genesis. The life of the water, she is water and the poetry, the work of water and women, Inana, Eva ("Lilith?). The woman, Elizabeth seems to say, is a being that comes from water and water again, again and again. Irremediable destiny. It is no coincidence that Venus emerging from the sea foam is Western icon of femininity. The poet, then, refers to the symbolic aspects, rather than the mythological women as the source and memory in the world. His writing of the ancient legacy passed down from daughter to daughter: "Someday I'll be born a fish in water / In case you do not find me (...)" ("Mirror of salt", home ..., p. 18). Elizabeth
viewed the sea as a huge female fish Birth "stubborn. The sea, female, female rage of loneliness that sweeps the salt of the universe to heal the primal wound. The look, says Elizabeth in a poem, is the breakdown of the water bed, and as the sea, the poet is aware that the answers to your questions is silence. So, back synchronous siren, goes to the words of silence, which incites them to: "Look one, words are mirrors ..." ("Do not ask for tomorrow to love", p. 47). The sea has a language that the poet explicit questions clearly and yet seeks to answer, indeed, the more complex: "The hungry fish swarm / Reinvent universe / of a sea that is treasured among the letters "(" Rooms ", home ..., p. 23). That language prompts mean salt whispers will inevitably go back to that other woman with the deformed face of doubts that never managed to verbalize: "The city of salt" / "in the desert to Timbuktu," / destitute and abandoned / like Lot's wife / is your echo in the breeze / that clears. "(Woman of Salt, Editorial Rise of the Muse, no. 5, p. 37).
The best way to stop silent, that is not equal to break the silence (silence is part of our nature water), is to break in waves, says the poet ... writing, the act that makes them cousins \u200b\u200bdelivery to women and the sea. In the poetry of Elizabeth Cazessús the act of writing is intimately connected with childbirth and motherhood, as in "Three times three," poem national contest winner Anita Trujillo Pompa 1993, included in House of sleep. Both experiences, write and give birth, are the fruit of joy and pain triggers, but again the border between Eros and Thanatos is blurred as a poem written in the sand, doomed to be swallowed by the sea, oblivion of water. Motherhood, in the poetry of Elizabeth, is a rediscovery of the body, generating amazement, ergo, writing: "Liquid mineral deluge of letters / fire operator on the foliage of the apple / Eve whom we inherited the logos of silence (...) "(p. 45). Writing is breaking the clerk with the world, physical manifestation of not wanting to be. Labor is also split, break, cry and silence. Motherhood is represented here as a ritual is concerned solely with the mother and daughter, which insulates them from the rest of mortals, the center of the universe becomes, in a contemplative silence permeated the intimate language: "(...) And the eyes of a girl looking at me / Like the faun to his mother / From the depths of their bodies coral latent / Mineral / Plant / People / In the embrace of sustainable water / Two bodies cohabiting the glittering desert / universe. "(p. 41).
absorbed in the dictates of the sea, completely foreign to the worldly bustle, to the avatars of the avant-garde technology and imposts, Elizabeth Cazessús becomes his own room. Well Gabriel Trujillo said that, rather than a poet, an artisan of the gods who look at the body's own mapping joyful footsteps of his itinerary: "There is nothing ambiguous in his poetry. And is that Cazessús recognizes that writing is a bet that no one emerges unscathed dela. "Elizabeth's work has been included in anthologies Across the Line (Junction Press, 2003) and the trilogy of English poets, sly, mystical and rebel (2004). He lives in his native Tijuana, a mother of two teenage children, is dedicated to cultural journalism and its visual poetry: "In general I think the poets of the North (Baja California specifically) have emerged as the (non-prophets) poets desert, within a reality determined by geography and as a metaphor given by the irony of life, as we have done alone without any regional tradition and away from the merits of the literary tradition of south-central Mexico. Add to this the issues of gender, compared to the status of women, and the division of antagonistic cultural groups in the state of BC In Tijuana no school of humanities to the late eighties etc. Given this has not been stronger if indifference, orphanage or denial. "
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Kate Playground Vegas
... But if you learn to write better, make any little lack of color, with the words you have them all. CB
Dream Carmen
your bed is an ocean, that the book is the ship and the fountain pen, its rudder. She, of course, is the captain and his characters, amazing and motley crew. Carmen Has epic hunger and thirst. Nothing contains all the overflows. "I'm more of opera bolero," says Carmen Boulton, loyal fan Katherine Mansfield and Jane Austen, yet unable to concentrate like them for domesticity, that is by itself, the ink is loaded. "I love cooking, but I'm not noodle soups but sumptuous banquet ... I love the hype." There on the bed can remain Carmen whole days and, if left, years, clad in a nightgown and sheets stained with ink hopelessly loaded, but "my back and I can write all lying, I do sitting on a couch ... at the table not write a part on the couch, I installed in the kitchen ... I do everything by hand and computer. I learned to use the laptop like a book, on my knees ... but I'll let go of the pad. I need this close ... "" Carmen "is, in Granada, a country house with garden and garden is also a poetic, all that becomes Carmen Boullosa when recreates his imagination on his knees, isolated by a thick curtain long brown hair, exaggerated as all her blatant denial against Schopenhauer.
The experience of writing is, if, as dangerous and fascinating game, because although his favorite props are her bed and the sofa in her kitchen, the magic carpet of his powerful imagination moves to terrible worlds where women are not whole comes to unless recourse to an effective male costume ... and I mean not only the dress but anything that involves the exercise of manhood ... the art of war, for example, as are cows, are ports or sleep. Thus, the identity is the most recurrent conflict in the surprising, unusual novel of the Mexican writer. Not the actual identity archaeological excavation of the origins, explained Carlos Rincon, but as inventive, as spontaneous and voluntary creation of a new personality, a new future, shaped after the rewrite feature of the "subgenus" of Carmen pirate novels returns, revive and becomes yours. Such is the rage this imaginative Mexican author, born on September 4, 1954 in Mexico City, more precisely in the Santa Maria la Ribera, which should not surprise that his arrival in New York on September 10, 2001 along with her two children has coincided with a hair disaster allegedly perpetrated by Muslims, descendants of the wonderful characters and charming Lepanto's other hand (Fondo de Cultura Economica, Mexico, 2005), faced with the irrational cruelty of Christians very little Christians, who adopted an orphan Roma, Maria, just runaway from a convent where the only stripped of his father's legacy has also been humiliated and exploited like so many other unfortunate young women who find no better refuge from the savage lust of the subjects of the much hated century Spain of Cervantes. Within this clan Moorish, where women have unusual level of equality with men to the degree of military instruction of the patriarchs, Mary learns to master the sword like that other art that flows through their veins dancer " (...) The Moorish warrior is not saved with them (the Christian invaders) any cruelty. On each of the soldiers who put their hands in revenge. Mothers talk about their dead children. Daughters, his parents lost. The sisters, brothers who have lost the outrages Christians, abuse, imprisonment without cause, or the violent abuses of the English justice (...) "(p. 24). His love for a Christian gentleman, however, Mary baiolaora shore to the identity of the man usufruct brush to fight side by side with him against the Moors, its saviors of old, and violate the promise made in conjunction with her four sisters spiritual, of which the redhead Zaida, also disguised as a man after being humiliated to the ignominy by Christians, in unison that their sisters, Mary to seek revenge. In their unbridled adventure and courage will not even be fairly valued by man who betrays his friends and teachers of life, Mary will match nothing more and nothing less than an eccentric soldier Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, who was recovering from malaria and a recently severed hand, will be given to the young knight's transvestite their fellow soldiers who have been confined to praise his boldness so rare in a woman (despite being a constant transvestite maids in the work of Cervantes himself), to incorporate officially undecided: "The man was not too strong, but had a great face. This was so big and so many colors and textures so close seemed to view a landscape. In the middle of the face, near the center, two little errors, we sputtered Two eyes round and black, surrounded by waves of skin, here red, purple beyond the most distant of the eyes were white, disappeared as if swallowed up by the protruding nose (...) The only poets walk between poets and everyone in between yes you hate, what to go together, What why hate? Why are poets "(pp. 383 and 384) The Carmen Cervantes is not yet known to us, the author of Don Quixote de la Mancha, but their attitudes unveil certainly a quixotic hero. Carmen's heroines seem also seed sprouts Cervantes, although his characterizations and hypocrisies be lethal for them and those around them, the female transition hyperbole from modesty and inertia to independence and the ability to make decisions, as the paradigmatic Fleury Claire / Clara Flor, heroine of Sleep, perfect fusion of the legendary pirate Anne Bonny and Virginia Woolf's Orlando, or Lear, of Heaven on earth, heroin king named tragic that from a very remote future attempts to decipher a text of the twentieth century, which in turn is a translation of one written in the XVI giving rise to one of the more complex novels of contemporary literature. In several of his novels, plays Carmen temporal alternation, but more than science fiction, you're looking to provide them with a playful allowing also break the order of nature and with it, the cultural assignment of male and female roles; pervert the cliché and recreate femininity. Even girls from dysfunctional homes prey such as Best Before and disappears, exercise the power of his imagination, more destructive than wonderful, and righteous anger over the arbitrary authority, particularly the father: "(...) We can deduce that Boulton , literature is a kind of whole, a way to exorcise this ghost dirt that has its origin in the institutions, school, family, church, "says Jean Franco. The actors are like girls massacred Carmen wrists Carmen's own experience as the strange urge to write fiction to self-destruct to cure a possible nostalgia and start the next book without leaving anything behind.
Carmen Boulton, inexplicably (or not so) ignored by literary critics bigots of his country, change has been the subject of an international symposium in Berlin in 1997, conjugated in the infinitive, on the occasion of his winning of the prize Anna Seghers, whose magnificent papers were compiled into a book of the same title by Barbara Dröscher and Carlos Rincon (Tram Editorial Sur, Berlin, 1999), but perhaps the most misunderstood of his novels of Carmen is thirty years (Alfaguara, 1999, Point Reading, 2003). Written with clear intent and other ambitious Cervantes emulate when, through the Quixote, began mimicking the romances and eventually write his epitaph to gender. Carmen did his magic realism as compared to thirty years is a parody of the current Italian by birth and adopted by the Latin Americans Delmira surrounds the life of its heroine, another unusual girl, of incidents that bring Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Isabel Allende a story. Delmira, a resident of a Agustini like Macondo (the allusion to the Uruguayan poet is intentional tribute also to the most beloved poet of Carmen), lives of wonder just as Alonso Quijano live the adventures of the mythical knights but conversely, because, being Delmira the only sane person realizes the absurdity that surrounds lush. Regardless of whether the author achieves his goal to honor and kill everything in one package, magical realism, achieves also a splendid novel rich in nuance: "The following Sunday, the old light dawned with the wounds of Christ ( ...) By then, the old light levitated complete with wooden chair and insisted on clapping hands to it and I sing together, as usual, while my grandmother scolded because of blood spattering the kitchen (...) "
Carmen Boulton said: "It's better to lie as raw material, real stone with no personal memories: those are flesh and reality, to use the novelist's out of context, the fragmentation, the breaks, the paint peeling, the returns stones, only stones, "perhaps from there to write his latest novel, The perfect novel (Alfaguara, 2006), where his character is exactly the opposite to it, starting because it is male; ending because it is a lazy writer who accesses delighted when a scientist proposes to participate in an experiment from which cyber write with pure imagination "the perfect novel." Again, Carmen uses extremes of the historical novel becomes futuristic novel and each requiring a language, a slang unique to that particular world, the baroque-chilango of Lepanto's other hand enters the cholo-chilango of the perfect novel no difficulty ... and make sure to vary your work to self-destruct in the end, but that destruction has never been more justified than in the perfect novel, where what is intended to show is that there can be novel, far from perfect, if not through language. Read Vértiz self-criticism, the lazy writer who tried to write without using language: "(...) knew the major defect of my way to tell: never charged real way home, where people were, the building never showed its geometry, in the manner of, say, Ridotto, scenes occurred as portraits of camera. The scene that the city had not provided an appreciation of a whole, looked like through a telescope, focusing on a circle, blurring the environment. Rather than blurring, not giving way ... "(p. 145). For most beloved Carmen is the language and has demonstrated not only through prose, poetry also. The poetic genre, far from curbing his boundless imagination, has been fertile ground for yourself and your "ink loaded." This field has dazzled with the wild and, more recently, stingray Salto (and two) (Fondo de Cultura Economica, Mexico Lyrics, 2004), shamelessly displaying this amazing control of the Castilian, of Castile, which allows invent as many according to her very own magical world-war. Currently, "intends", this by itself, break into the story.
Dream Carmen
your bed is an ocean, that the book is the ship and the fountain pen, its rudder. She, of course, is the captain and his characters, amazing and motley crew. Carmen Has epic hunger and thirst. Nothing contains all the overflows. "I'm more of opera bolero," says Carmen Boulton, loyal fan Katherine Mansfield and Jane Austen, yet unable to concentrate like them for domesticity, that is by itself, the ink is loaded. "I love cooking, but I'm not noodle soups but sumptuous banquet ... I love the hype." There on the bed can remain Carmen whole days and, if left, years, clad in a nightgown and sheets stained with ink hopelessly loaded, but "my back and I can write all lying, I do sitting on a couch ... at the table not write a part on the couch, I installed in the kitchen ... I do everything by hand and computer. I learned to use the laptop like a book, on my knees ... but I'll let go of the pad. I need this close ... "" Carmen "is, in Granada, a country house with garden and garden is also a poetic, all that becomes Carmen Boullosa when recreates his imagination on his knees, isolated by a thick curtain long brown hair, exaggerated as all her blatant denial against Schopenhauer.
The experience of writing is, if, as dangerous and fascinating game, because although his favorite props are her bed and the sofa in her kitchen, the magic carpet of his powerful imagination moves to terrible worlds where women are not whole comes to unless recourse to an effective male costume ... and I mean not only the dress but anything that involves the exercise of manhood ... the art of war, for example, as are cows, are ports or sleep. Thus, the identity is the most recurrent conflict in the surprising, unusual novel of the Mexican writer. Not the actual identity archaeological excavation of the origins, explained Carlos Rincon, but as inventive, as spontaneous and voluntary creation of a new personality, a new future, shaped after the rewrite feature of the "subgenus" of Carmen pirate novels returns, revive and becomes yours. Such is the rage this imaginative Mexican author, born on September 4, 1954 in Mexico City, more precisely in the Santa Maria la Ribera, which should not surprise that his arrival in New York on September 10, 2001 along with her two children has coincided with a hair disaster allegedly perpetrated by Muslims, descendants of the wonderful characters and charming Lepanto's other hand (Fondo de Cultura Economica, Mexico, 2005), faced with the irrational cruelty of Christians very little Christians, who adopted an orphan Roma, Maria, just runaway from a convent where the only stripped of his father's legacy has also been humiliated and exploited like so many other unfortunate young women who find no better refuge from the savage lust of the subjects of the much hated century Spain of Cervantes. Within this clan Moorish, where women have unusual level of equality with men to the degree of military instruction of the patriarchs, Mary learns to master the sword like that other art that flows through their veins dancer " (...) The Moorish warrior is not saved with them (the Christian invaders) any cruelty. On each of the soldiers who put their hands in revenge. Mothers talk about their dead children. Daughters, his parents lost. The sisters, brothers who have lost the outrages Christians, abuse, imprisonment without cause, or the violent abuses of the English justice (...) "(p. 24). His love for a Christian gentleman, however, Mary baiolaora shore to the identity of the man usufruct brush to fight side by side with him against the Moors, its saviors of old, and violate the promise made in conjunction with her four sisters spiritual, of which the redhead Zaida, also disguised as a man after being humiliated to the ignominy by Christians, in unison that their sisters, Mary to seek revenge. In their unbridled adventure and courage will not even be fairly valued by man who betrays his friends and teachers of life, Mary will match nothing more and nothing less than an eccentric soldier Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, who was recovering from malaria and a recently severed hand, will be given to the young knight's transvestite their fellow soldiers who have been confined to praise his boldness so rare in a woman (despite being a constant transvestite maids in the work of Cervantes himself), to incorporate officially undecided: "The man was not too strong, but had a great face. This was so big and so many colors and textures so close seemed to view a landscape. In the middle of the face, near the center, two little errors, we sputtered Two eyes round and black, surrounded by waves of skin, here red, purple beyond the most distant of the eyes were white, disappeared as if swallowed up by the protruding nose (...) The only poets walk between poets and everyone in between yes you hate, what to go together, What why hate? Why are poets "(pp. 383 and 384) The Carmen Cervantes is not yet known to us, the author of Don Quixote de la Mancha, but their attitudes unveil certainly a quixotic hero. Carmen's heroines seem also seed sprouts Cervantes, although his characterizations and hypocrisies be lethal for them and those around them, the female transition hyperbole from modesty and inertia to independence and the ability to make decisions, as the paradigmatic Fleury Claire / Clara Flor, heroine of Sleep, perfect fusion of the legendary pirate Anne Bonny and Virginia Woolf's Orlando, or Lear, of Heaven on earth, heroin king named tragic that from a very remote future attempts to decipher a text of the twentieth century, which in turn is a translation of one written in the XVI giving rise to one of the more complex novels of contemporary literature. In several of his novels, plays Carmen temporal alternation, but more than science fiction, you're looking to provide them with a playful allowing also break the order of nature and with it, the cultural assignment of male and female roles; pervert the cliché and recreate femininity. Even girls from dysfunctional homes prey such as Best Before and disappears, exercise the power of his imagination, more destructive than wonderful, and righteous anger over the arbitrary authority, particularly the father: "(...) We can deduce that Boulton , literature is a kind of whole, a way to exorcise this ghost dirt that has its origin in the institutions, school, family, church, "says Jean Franco. The actors are like girls massacred Carmen wrists Carmen's own experience as the strange urge to write fiction to self-destruct to cure a possible nostalgia and start the next book without leaving anything behind.
Carmen Boulton, inexplicably (or not so) ignored by literary critics bigots of his country, change has been the subject of an international symposium in Berlin in 1997, conjugated in the infinitive, on the occasion of his winning of the prize Anna Seghers, whose magnificent papers were compiled into a book of the same title by Barbara Dröscher and Carlos Rincon (Tram Editorial Sur, Berlin, 1999), but perhaps the most misunderstood of his novels of Carmen is thirty years (Alfaguara, 1999, Point Reading, 2003). Written with clear intent and other ambitious Cervantes emulate when, through the Quixote, began mimicking the romances and eventually write his epitaph to gender. Carmen did his magic realism as compared to thirty years is a parody of the current Italian by birth and adopted by the Latin Americans Delmira surrounds the life of its heroine, another unusual girl, of incidents that bring Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Isabel Allende a story. Delmira, a resident of a Agustini like Macondo (the allusion to the Uruguayan poet is intentional tribute also to the most beloved poet of Carmen), lives of wonder just as Alonso Quijano live the adventures of the mythical knights but conversely, because, being Delmira the only sane person realizes the absurdity that surrounds lush. Regardless of whether the author achieves his goal to honor and kill everything in one package, magical realism, achieves also a splendid novel rich in nuance: "The following Sunday, the old light dawned with the wounds of Christ ( ...) By then, the old light levitated complete with wooden chair and insisted on clapping hands to it and I sing together, as usual, while my grandmother scolded because of blood spattering the kitchen (...) "
Carmen Boulton said: "It's better to lie as raw material, real stone with no personal memories: those are flesh and reality, to use the novelist's out of context, the fragmentation, the breaks, the paint peeling, the returns stones, only stones, "perhaps from there to write his latest novel, The perfect novel (Alfaguara, 2006), where his character is exactly the opposite to it, starting because it is male; ending because it is a lazy writer who accesses delighted when a scientist proposes to participate in an experiment from which cyber write with pure imagination "the perfect novel." Again, Carmen uses extremes of the historical novel becomes futuristic novel and each requiring a language, a slang unique to that particular world, the baroque-chilango of Lepanto's other hand enters the cholo-chilango of the perfect novel no difficulty ... and make sure to vary your work to self-destruct in the end, but that destruction has never been more justified than in the perfect novel, where what is intended to show is that there can be novel, far from perfect, if not through language. Read Vértiz self-criticism, the lazy writer who tried to write without using language: "(...) knew the major defect of my way to tell: never charged real way home, where people were, the building never showed its geometry, in the manner of, say, Ridotto, scenes occurred as portraits of camera. The scene that the city had not provided an appreciation of a whole, looked like through a telescope, focusing on a circle, blurring the environment. Rather than blurring, not giving way ... "(p. 145). For most beloved Carmen is the language and has demonstrated not only through prose, poetry also. The poetic genre, far from curbing his boundless imagination, has been fertile ground for yourself and your "ink loaded." This field has dazzled with the wild and, more recently, stingray Salto (and two) (Fondo de Cultura Economica, Mexico Lyrics, 2004), shamelessly displaying this amazing control of the Castilian, of Castile, which allows invent as many according to her very own magical world-war. Currently, "intends", this by itself, break into the story.
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