‘I nonetheless am deformed by the links by the things that surround me. As a mollusk that lives in his shell, this way I live in the 19th century, which is now ahead useless as an uninhabited shell. I put on it in the ear.’ Walter Benjamin Aldo Rossi was saying of his architecture that the things saw with great […]
‘My infancy they are recollections of a court of Seville, and a clear garden where it matures the lemon tree.’ The verses that open the portrait more accurately of the best of the Machado, are the beginning of a tempest. It starts with the force of the nake, light words of baggage, to remove to the subtle world of his […]
Instruments of measure of the time (III) | Jorge Rodríguez ‘When you make your trip to Ítaca. He asks that the way is long, Full of adventures, fully of experiences.’ Constantino Cavafis We are closing the caseto, that we all want beach and partyng, and in summer a good evening party attracts until every sunday. And already set to close, […]
Instruments of measure of the time (II) | Jorge Rodríguez ‘Nothing looks like the love as the young woman passion of an artist that initiates the delicious torture of his destination.’ Honoré de Balzac ‘The one who, teenager of genius, has not fluttered on having appeared before a teacher, he will lack always a rope in the violin, a brushstroke, […]
Instruments of measure of the time (I) | Jorge Rodríguez ‘We are our memory, are this fantastic museum of inconstant forms, this heap of torn mirrors.’ JL Borges Probably living is any more than an eternal construction than recollections. We pledge in anticipating the melancholy that us will bring the memory, projecting our past future. Probably because of it, when […]
Always the doubts have assaulted me, I hesitate when the moment to choose approaches. But it is something that has never worried me. The doubt, the uncertainty is common. Far from denoting sluggishness or weakness, I see it as the indicative one of reflection, of pause and silence before the action. Come to this point, do I want to remember […]
‘Initially it was the verb’ Gospel according to San Juan It starts with this one short verse and I need the last canonical statement of the life, work and Jesús de Nazaret’s miracles. It continues ‘and the verb was with God. And the verb was A God’. Scarcely three lines that summarize the content of the whole Gospel. Solano Benítez […]
(in brackets) (IV) | Jorge Rodríguez I want to finish this one series of articles that are grouped under the umbrella of my parenthesis by this image. This one I portray of ends of the 19th century, a print of the most common thing, a mother adormilada, throwing a siesta. That of today, it is a very special text. The […]
(in brackets) (II) | Jorge Rodríguez Beginning of June. A morning of heat, strong wind of the South. Scirocco. Putting the sight out in the western part Monastir’s profile is guessed. It is that to want to see. Scarcely 70 Km separate us from the African continent. Lampedusa is a marvel. If we travel the island we discover that his […]
(in brackets) (I) | Jorge Rodríguez With the arrival of the first weeks of heat, I decided to move to Campania to the meeting of a few good friends. A luck of Grand Tour inversely, always in train. To cross Messina’s strait and to notice as so much the landscape as the infrastructures they leave this African magic that infects […]
Soon after viewing for third or fourth time “12 Angry Men”, I understood that John Ford had reason. It was not any more than to see to travel Henry Fonda to understand what was the cinema. I withdrew my Innisfree from myself, of which I am not even native. Now, based and humble connoisseur of that one that surrounds me, I […]
“Opens yours eyes, look“1 There is not fortuitous the way in which Georges Perec begins the one that a posteriori turned into greatest work of the literature of the second half of the 20th century. And neither there is fortuitous the formal complex structure that contains it, relating the life of almost 200 prominent figures who shared building across a […]
It is necessary to read Borges1 Roberto Bolaño was writing in his novel 2666 on the cowardice of the reader on having faced the big classic ones. He was saying: “they want to see the big teachers in meetings of fencing of training, but they do not want to know anything of the combats indeed, where the big teachers fight […]