MAY I INTEREST YOU IN SOME...
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Like salmons, our lives are a journey to death. Actually like any living being. And death has different meanings for us, depending on our personal beliefs. But is too often a sad dark helpless thing. Okuribitu (Yojiro Takita, 2008) lights a little candle about the subject.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Marco Aurelio Denegri (Lima, 1938), uno de los grandes intelectuales latinoamericanos contemporaneos, es el conductor del programa televisivo peruano "La Función de la Palabra" que en su edición del 29 de mayo del 2009 discute y comenta con el periodista y catedrático Juan Gargurevich (Mollendo, 1934) una interesante conferencia de Mario Vargas Llosa que el novel Nobel denominó "Civilización del Espectáculo" y que hace unos cinco meses vimos aquí, sobre el concepto de cultura y su democratización, el sensasionalismo de la prensa y la decadencia e involución de el desarrollo intelectual contemporaneo.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
"Chapter one. "
"He adored New York City.
He idolised it all out of proportion. "
Uh, no. Make that "He romanticised it
all out of proportion. "
"To him, no matter what the season was,
this was still a town
that existed in black and white
and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. "
Uh... no. Let me start this over.
"Chapter one. "
"He was too romantic about Manhattan,
as he was about everything else. "
"He thrived on the hustle, bustle
of the crowds and the traffic. "
"To him, New York meant beautiful women
and street-smart guys
who seemed to know all the angles. "
Ah, no, corny. Too corny for a man of my taste.
Let me... try and make it more profound.
He adored New York City. "
"To him, it was a metaphor for the decay
of contemporary culture. "
"The same lack of individual integrity
to cause so many people to take the easy way out...
was rapidly turning the town of his dreams..."
No, it's gonna be too preachy.
I mean, you know let's face it,
I wanna sell some books here.
He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor
for the decay of contemporary culture. "
"How hard it was to exist in a society desensitised
by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage..."
Too angry. I don't wanna be angry.
"Chapter one. "
"He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. "
"Behind his black-rimmed glasses
was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. "
I love this.
"New York was his town and it always would be. "
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Charlie:(Gently)Look, kid, I - how much you weigh, son?(Nostalgically)When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Billy Conn, and that skunk we got you for a manager, he brought you along too fast.Terry:It wasn't him, Charley, it was you.(Years of abuse crying out in him)Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville!(More and more aroused as he relives it)You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money.Charlie:(Defensively)Oh I had some bets down for you. You saw some money.Terry:(agonized)You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charley.(Charlie takes a long, fond look at Terry. then he glances quickly out the window)
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Electores: Miembros de la Academia sueca (18 integrantes) y de las correspondientes organismos literarios, ganadores anteriores y profesores de literatura pueden nominar candidatos hasta el 31 de enero.
Los candidatos: son elegidos en primavera en una lista de unos 15-20 nombres, que luego reducen a cinco nombres durante el verano. Se trata de un proceso de selección que se mantiene en secreto desde hace 50 años.
Votación: El comité del Nobel lee las obras de los candidatos durante el verano. El 6 de octubre elige al ganador del premio de la Academia. Más de la mitad debe votar al ganador.
Fallo: El ganador se da a conocer el 7 de octubre a las 13.00 (hora local), por el secretario de la entidad, Peter Englund, que asumió el cargo el año pasado, tras la salida de Horace Engdahl.
El ganador: recibe 10 millones de coronas suecas (un millón de euros). El galardón se entrega durante una ceremonia en la Sala de Conciertos de Estocolmo el 10 de diciembre.