Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mourning. Show all posts

4.6.08


En LP; mis audífonos me exigen exclusividad. Así que, con su permiso. . .

7.3.08

BEHOLD. . . .


at last.

I had to park the car to listen to the two tracks that were aired on the radio. UNBELIEVABLE.

Sorry Mould and Magnetic Fields. 2008 already has its record. . .

3.2.08

RADIOAKTIVITÄT ...::In a Bunker::...

My DVD player is broken, symbolically my vacations come to an end. The video-rental store now can send all the employees' sons to Harvard and Berkeley. My antenna has never worked so if in first place i wasn't able to watch tv, now i have an absolute breakdown with the tube. I only used it to watch the movies, now i'm gonna develop glaucoma by using the computer overtime.


Tulsa, con una versión hermosa de Nick Cave. . .


Para volver a clases y tener a alguien en mis brazos.

9.12.07

FOUND ...::Immersed in poetry::...

Poetry is usually considered the most local of all the arts. Painting, sculpture, architecture, music, can be enjoyed by all who see or hear. But language, especially the language of poetry, is a different matter. Poetry, it might seem, separates peoples instead of uniting them.

But on the other hand we must remember, that while language constitutes a barrier, poetry itself gives us a reason for trying to overcome the barrier. To enjoy poetry belonging to another language, is to enjoy an understanding of the people to whom that language belongs, an understanding we can get in no other way. We may think also of the history of poetry in Europe, and of the great influence that the poetry of one language can exert on another; we must remember the immense debt of every considerable poet to poets of other languages than his own; we may reflect that the poetry of every country and every language would decline and perish, were it not nourished by poetry in foreign tongues. When a poet speaks to his own people, the voices of all the poets of other languages who have influenced him are speaking also. And at the same time he himself is speaking to younger poets of other languages, and these poets will convey something of his vision of life and something of the spirit of his people, to their own. Partly through his influence on other poets, partly through translation, which must be also a kind of recreation of his poems by other poets, partly through readers of his language who are not themselves poets, the poet can contribute toward understanding between peoples.


T. S. Eliot's banquet speech at Nobel Prize ceremony