Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Side Effect Corn Flour

MAY 68 / ARMANDO ARTEAGA



MAY THE WALLS OF FRENCH

'Poetry is on the street'

'How more I make revolution more desire I have to make love '

' No ban '

' Let's be realistic demand the impossible '

'The imagination to power "

' Let's make love not war '


ONLY MEMORY


MAY 68

By Armando Arteaga


1
43 years are met in France in May of student barricades. In this May 68, university students began to head system, rose to power: the poetry of the street, and the surprising universality and prominence to change things from the bottom up. Three students led the student unrest that resulted in the proposal of the "critical university." We have the right to "criticize" it.

Three students were the undisputed leaders. Daniel Cohn-Bendit (main leader of the outbreak), students then Danny called him "Red". Not necessarily because he had a heart Bolshevik but because it was a "flat" Grasset and red, star of Paris on May, agitator and orator born, one hundred percent: actor and promoter of the student movement, the antiestablisment: tornado that swept quickly from old and outdated social structures academic and dozing in the cloisters of the Sorbonne. Alain Geismar, bold, quick guy who quoted Marx, Lenin and Mao, like Montaigne, Rousseau, and Malraux. And, the beautiful Jacques Sauvageot, which seemed a character out of a film of the nouvelle-vague and leader of the "National Union of Students of France."


Dany "El Rojo."

After May 68 the world was different. The student revolt at Nanterre began when Pierre Grappin, dean of the college-satellite of the Sorbonne, decided to stay dictating a change curriculum subjects who had promoted Cohn-Bendit, the student movement flared up worse if the rector refused to anti-imperialist organizing a conference in support of the student revolt in Berlin. It armed the tole-tole in Nanterre, where he rubbed the two opposing trends: the Praetorians of Cohn-Bendit on one side and the other extreme right-wing agitators in the group "Occident". Cohn-Bendit, activating several tables had been creating the conditions for the protest, the strike of sorts, criticizing and ridiculing the stilted rules are then discussed until the separation of sexes in dormitories.


University students, were involved in a straitjacket conservative, were treated with infants starting school, had few rights and many obligations and few facilities for work activity awaiting them upon graduation. French university classrooms was saturated, the teachers were "mandarins" of certain intellectual absolutism and decadent academicism. Had a repressive environment and conservative students faced, even with enhancement of creative leisure: making art, doing what they please, to teach, to scare bourgeois dazed and manuals of the alphabet of Molotov cocktails, and the back room Comrade Mauser, was all for laughs, such a pleasure that was almost a ritual to Groucho Marx, a gag, this whole pantomime handkerchief puschista. " The truth of things, that under a repressive and conservative environment, began to impose an anarchic way of looking at life, had to play with the imagination to change the rigid standards of the conservative teachers inflated his academic mediocrity.


2

On May 68 in Lima, I was a college student still did not finish high school. While in school, I was preparing at the Academy of ACUNIA to enter the Faculty of Architecture of the UNI. My friends said "dove" And he had the rock.

The atmosphere of unrest also walked in here three times crowned villa. The defeat of the guerrillas of 65 with the death of Luis de la Puente Uceda, Guillermo Lobaton and Ensuring Maximum MIR left feeling uncertain for any expectation popular insurrectionary movement. Hugo Blanco, Trotskyist leader Héctor Béjar FIR and the ELN, were imprisoned in the pediment, released later by Nasser's government amnesty Velasco. Years later when I went to college I met Jacqueline Lobaton, widow of the guerrilla, who was French, which makes a modest tangential her profile Vargas Llosa in his novel "The antics of the bad girl." Some evenings since the early seventies until he had to leave the country, we met this enigmatic woman to talk, at length, about everyday political at Cafe Versailles in the portals of the Plaza San Martin, next to a great bookstore in French.


In the courtyards of the UNI, there had been two separate tributes, October festivities: the conference and visit militant García Márquez and Vargas Llosa (today, two American Nobel Prizes) in Architecture yard sighting the contributions already established literary boom, extremely well visualized by Emir Rodríguez Monegal in his book "The boom of the Latin American novel" (Editorial Tiempo Nuevo, 3rd. Edition. Caracas, 1962, pg. 14):

"So forgetting the fanciful excesses of those who only see the hand of the CIA or the Vatican or Moscow, or the Casa de las Americas, or the Swedish Academy, or the British Council, behind each award, each edition of each translation There is something important from the Second World War, a new generation of readers appear in Latin America and determine the first "boom" of the Latin American novel. "

The death of Che Guevara in Bolivia October 67 was another shock to the Latin American left who preached the theory of focus, which blew Mariguella stubbornness, Santucho, Enriquez, and other theorists of the urban guerrilla, was living and Since then the throes of the Cultural Revolution China where Mao was born bible "Red Book" and a recipe for handling the art and culture, "Yenan Forum", a document that later would claim the group "Narrative", see two issues of the magazine of the same name as a new burst Marcuse youth protest guru, Victor Jara appears as a respected singer-songwriter since the triumph of Allende, and later give the coup of Pinochet revolution Cuba with Fidel, and the hippie movement of the power of flowers in the USA., after the defeat of imperialism in Vietnam.

events in Paris in May 68 defined high expectations of the student movement Peruvian post-May '68, I remember in the excitement, a spectacular student march to the Plaza San Martin where students converged in San Marcos, UNI, The Agraria, La Catolica, the Cantuta, where publicly renounced: a People's Action, the historian Juan Jose Vega, at the request of the student assembly square. The historian Juan Jose Vega, had been mayor of Miraflores, and repeatedly asked, personally, about this episode, years later, when we were friends (with Juan Jose Vega), about this political episode and cyclical, as a catharsis, which I dimension as something epic. The leaders followed the masses "sine die", live and direct. That was May 68. Was: Forbidden to Forbid.

All the talk of a compromise. What is literature? "Asks Jean Paul Sartre in his book of the same name (Editorial Losada, Buenos Aires, 1967):" If you want to commit what are you waiting to join the Communist Party? ". "A poor call me stubborn spirit, which for him is certainly the worst of insults: an author who was dragged painfully from one war to another, whose name sometimes wakes languid memories: the old guard are accused of failure of immortality: thank god knows, many honest people who put in their best hope of immortality. In the eyes of an American foliculario, my fault I is not never read Bergson and Freud, as Flaubert, who did not commit, it seems that haunts me like a remorse. "

Sartrean Existentialism gave solid reasons to experience the foundations of youth protest, although some students called "old rotten" Sartre, and spoke at a student rally as "rotten old" standing on a box fruit, and later also rejected the award Nobel. Sartre immortalized his words: "Literature is disagreement, literature is escapism, is commitment, desire for immortality." The truth is that Sartre was old - into something provocative and inspiring-a protein of the maverick spirit of May 68.


is better and wise to ask these things of "commitment" of the writer to our friend the poet Leoncio Bueno, who brought poetry and political activism in their own actions, though he came from quarries of the labor movement. A couple of years I had to present a tribute to him by the Faculty of Architecture UNI for their journey as a writer committed where the students remember the commitment to give poetic voice to the first migrant shantytowns in his book invasion.

I always think every writer aspires to diagnose the reality it addresses, according to their world. What interests him is trying to understand the laws governing the social and emotional present of their creativity. May 68 helped to understand the evolution of literature as ideological activity of the man who knows the reality in a given historical situation. That was for me, especially the message of the student revolt of May '68.



Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Youth Slogans On Christian

Morning Song

Distant beach, is a point at sea just blind.
morning
But ah ... morning ...
brings birdsong
to my land. I'm still here

. There . In several banks.
looking for me. Go

as the multitrack.

Color Of Gretchen Rossis Hair

PALACIOS JA MEDITATION IN LEIPNITZ / Armando Arteaga

PALACIOS JA MEDITATION IN LEIPNITZ / Armando Arteaga


two years ago this winter in my memory
,
more fucking and this winter in the old building

students with quotes from Trotsky on the walls and Eliécer
was late at night getting into trouble and not
otherwise
friend Karl was becoming increasingly difficult talk to you
policy and with good reason, only
were encouraged to hear those
blues of Charlie Parker or a good batch of pisco sour, and it was so
now I understand, is that you were weary of so much misery.

then I think it was when you were deciding

for something, and knock on my door
and do not forget, at the entrance
with
dark brown suit and his black eyes looking at me surprised when I read
Michaux verses or Ungaretti.

Until suddenly we invaded a silence of webs
And it was like the axolotl in the aquarium.


And then we left the city's psyche to walk
because by now we had finished the pack

of ducal,
And you, my friend Karl, was
"as the shadow of something strange
with his hands in his pockets and his scarf brushy"
accompanied by these cold streets under the bridge

Rimac and see it memory, because there is a square
here, a tap of kerosene, a rail, a hallway
scaffolding there, a collection of bricks and timber
objects that creepeth and farther

when sometimes ended up in a bar Five Corners
equivalent because we wanted to go to the same place
with our truths, etc. ...

(Published in "HONTANAL" Arts and Letters N-3, March 1973)

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Rose Garden Seating Section 205 Row P

A window.


Several years ago I made this stained glass gift for my mother.
was when I loved to buy glasses.
illusion still remember how I was going by train to Madrid to pick greens, orange ... reds ... ! What red!
I have a problem with the Reds, whether fabric, glass, paintings and "other" lol, I always go to red.
was when I loved to organize and combine colors.
cutting, polishing and copper-plating ...
nerves that soldier! ...


was when there was little around the house ... and had time ...

Today I was in my house ...
( 11 years either ... but still ... I consider "my home")
and I realized that I had never taken a picture.


is there hidden ... in a hallway,
front of a small patio,
difficult to give her ... but when I see it ...
I love.
reminds me of what I enjoyed doing it.

and sewing ... I'm very beans.
must be the time the final course of the kids,
afternoon in the plaza ...
but for some reason or another ...
not sew.
And the computer ... SOLVED. Skip
good week.

Tiffany Towers Good Quality

eat on the island, get in the wind



Mar, universe, God, life, sunset brings peace for all eternity

Song of the island get in the wind and cross the seas with

Song birds of the island get in the wind and let my tears come

Island Song get in the wind and take my love


Live at the Japanese Garden in 2004


Friday, May 6, 2011

Queens Ny Cruising Spots

FINAL CREDO (Zúñiga JL) CONDITIONING

FINAL CREDO
(2011)
A José Luis ZÚÑIGA
It happened that he took
the countdown to continue living,
was telling friends about the no return ticket,
no fuss or despair,
lot of love and touch the ground.

home happened that gave us his son
seventy-odd pages and many other deaths that
measured the time and wanted to those who love both.
smiled, even laughed, but lived, hiding his head under his wing.


happened that his goal-a
as short-term-life allowed
was a launch party and up-forever-friends,
without any victim, without faces long or transparent drops,
logic filing sadness in the trunk of the mysteries,
while his smile, hug with words, reported that
and saw the bullet in his head , And life
with his finger on the trigger,
because he-like all-life killed him,
and need to know into the arms of death.

It happened
also left us a song of faith and hope as the last message,
because he, not God ever found anywhere,
-perhaps because he had a creed anything akin to the gods, "
or doing without hesitation," lyrical and left the public who believed

in Man!


All rights © Angeles Fernangómez (text)

Thursday, May 5, 2011

How To Get Rid Of Milia Under Eyes Home Remedy

THE RHEA Pluck / ARMANDO ARTEAGA

THE RHEA Pluck:
public to WRITE
By Armando Arteaga

magazine called The Plucked Ostrich.

nose in the mess of the illusions of my books, I stumbled on an inadvertent elbow of the library, shelves arranged with a pair of silvery magazines where the narrative was the only perfect prank our literary gargle. The magazine was called The Plucked Ostrich, published two issues of this magazine short stories, so remember the date of first issue: starting in December 1990, taking a long break until the first half of 1995, on the other N-magazine 2.

Luis Vargas Chirinos, wrote and published their stories, and as we all hated the sacred.

literary magazines tend to be "in abstract ", small islands where one has always been a castaway guest. Invited to write the invitation to publish the invitation to survive to the texts given to the glory promising. Literary magazines usually contingencies credentials of certain hedonism herd where the din of the freedom to be something in the human grandeur was the most sublime literature.


Not something Federico García Lorca wrote: I wanted to get to where they came good. All writers who published in the pages of The Plucked Ostrich arrived, and they were good. But the only one not arrived and the first left, was the altote Luis Vargas Chirinos, thin, mustachioed, enthusiastic director.

Luis Vargas Chirinos, wrote and published their stories, and as we all hated the sacred. Consecrated as were all those who publish on these two issues of The Plucked Ostrich. Plucking the magazine Nandu wanted to continue the adventure in Buona Eugenio Notebooks semiannual story. "


brief narrative overwhelmingly caught the ghost of our stories

were united not by generation, nor by political tinge, or by place of origin was marked because we wanted to streamline the narrative, beyond the urban realism, do not let us catch you not by pure fantasy, overcoming sluggish boring description of the Traditionalists, the abolition of the landowners of the lyrics: his lyrics protested, we wanted myopic desahuevar the Agrarians. Overwhelmingly short narrative caught the ghost of our stories, we liked the art, film, haiku, brevity.

I always talked to Luis Vargas Chirinos in Orphan's Café. There we were to plot, smiling, was also a banking union leader, and had the luck and the contribution to publish these two issues of The Plucked Ostrich. The genius of that time was made of isolated phrases, fast, exact words as theorems to show that we were always in a hurry, wanted to reach the decisive sentence, a change man. Logar that it disappeared completely individual greed and that his actions were inspired by collective motivations, then come the personal acts said Luis Vargas Chirinos: the loneliness of writing.

published
has left these two numbers are the Plucked Ostrich gold during consideration of Peruvian literature began to be short in 1990: the year we live in danger. When you remember that you can not write without being terse, who live between zero and from infinity.

Chirinos Luis Vargas won a scholarship to study filmmaking in Cuba, for a good season, again with many books and friends: among them, Senel Paz and Luis Rogelio Nogueras. Living in the freedom to write as the blessed live in faith. In a way, wanted to leave us in these two issues of The Ostrich Plucking a view from his humanism, ironic, provocative, where the narrative is often more reflective question that. He lived in a hurry, death (cruel fate) brought him out prematurely from their own literary necessities.

published in its journal THE Plucked Ostrich, among other narrators: Cromwell Jara Jiménez, César Vega Herrera, Oscar Colchado Lucio, Carlos Augusto Rivas, Victor Borrero Vargas, Juan Rodriguez, Golden Sotelo, Raul Jurado Parraga, Dante and Walter Castro Zans.

Presenting The Plucked Ostrich N-2.

Fire Sprinkler Valve Clip Art

A SEASON IN THE UNDERWORLD / By Ricardo Quezada

A SEASON IN THE UNDERWORLD
By Ricardo Quezada


Ricardo Quezada, AA, and Sergio "Palo" Castillo.


Insomnia as tunnels to test the inconsistency of all reality;
night after night pierced by a single bullet that you embed in the dark
-Olga Orozco-
To
Pizarnik




One lady in white is the tenant of the Eternal
night sweet Spectrum


You Delicate satisfaction that your hard hands hold my kuerpo

Party and two night Sublime


silences several ghosts that roar And on my ears tireless

Over the sea to throw at my feet licking
That bloody hell

While I gobbles Full

Among the snowy solitude
Your presence

Beautiful lady
Of The Underworld

You



Two.


So today I soaked in your blood

redness in your heat in your fire
In this strange
around you And I fall in the abyss


sleep in your lap I love you and hate you both

Oh! Averno

No No No



Three.

And so I climbed to the roofs
solo Gatuno
and relived the rubble

My country My country

ruined dreams And there I went

Down panpipes
evoke distant echoes and remembrances quenas car bombs
Missing Number Nine Revolution


burned Kuerpos internal

false Gods War Reality

Lima City stunned


City Country

My Furthest South America



Four reality.

And I in hell
Knowing
In my final

wounds Embracing streets And the Black and Leila
the protective father of the poet

That
What am I


Lima City
Injured Again

cement missed Peru Calles


always
Oh Shit!

Five.


And then speak on behalf of the heavens from the moon
remembr
The lucidity of madness and banks always

Without death
With over said debris captured

Alive And almost without eating and barely breathing
Always

extending hands and taking what our

What belongs to us (If comrades
If
commander Che: abis to fellow soon!)

Six .

In the underworld we
And between dreams and nightmares breathe

Dreams That
What will
Among stampedes and tsunamis
Irreversible
And eat beat Hearts
Life


Seven captured.

evenings
redden my skin Like this place
As tired skin

Since we have taken steps
irreverent music Adoring Eating places

Drinking wine
scandalous And today finally here
Painting
samples
schemes Wanting Shedding

Amar Amar Amar


And never
Power That life goes


Almost final.

season is my kiss skins
Avernus
drink alcohol in dust

But above all I love life

Life: I love you! Always


Today
Perhaps never
If

But
Today is my day And nothing else


Ricardo Quesada
in Lima itself
Photo: Landeo Laura Robles.

Male Body Waxing Madison

Laughing Buddha Buddha

Monday, May 2, 2011

Pergola Swing Set Plans

GREEK OLYMPICS / ARMANDO ARTEAGA

GREEK OLYMPICS

By Armando Arteaga





Several thousand years of dark poetry will not blush
my pain nor
my penis flying like an airplane on the pampas
written in your skin sensitive soaps
bathed in pure images showing disturbing
the subject of this open-air cinema /
your tits, if you want
grapefruit / apple / peaches / that
sold in the windows of a supermarket
your legs / the pliers that ensures
blinds of the windows while the clang of your dream as a ball bounces
N-5 at the National Stadium
browsing as a trotter GLOBBE
a Greek stadium of the last Olympics /
where the javelin throw your love
forgotten memory / recall any
in memory of a country that tocsin
old as a young man just wakes up the spring sky.