Aug 10, 2012

respiración artificial 2

"Pero, escribía el mismo Ossorio (me escribe Maggi), ¿qué es el exilio sino una forma de la utopía?"  escribe Piglia.
Libellés :

7 comments:

  1. MartijnAugust 10, 2012 at 3:47 PM

    When I strike my matches, I see them burst into flames in slow motion...

    (Your posts are so good again, but I don't know what to say... again.)

    ReplyDelete
  2. jeanne August 10, 2012 at 4:46 PM

    it's the heat... but if you hear them crackle also, it's too many commercials, I'd say.

    ReplyDelete
  3. MartijnAugust 12, 2012 at 10:29 PM

    It's not that hot over here, it's my state of mind: out of sinc. The crackle is a sluggish whoosh, also in slowmo & toned down. But that's not the point. The point is that your posts are awesome. (Commercials I NEVER see. I'm allergic.)

    P.S. I'm reading another book of Guimarães Rosa. This time "Grande Sertão: Veredas" itself. I'm hypnotised.

    ReplyDelete
  4. jeanne August 13, 2012 at 6:53 AM

    that's one of these books one's envious of the people who haven't read it yet. You can fall in it like in a whole new country.

    ReplyDelete
  5. MartijnAugust 13, 2012 at 4:04 PM

    Yes! Sim! Ja! The other book I read was 'The Third Bank of the River', if that title makes any sense in English. This 'Sertão' IS a whole new country for me.

    ReplyDelete
  6. jeanne August 13, 2012 at 10:19 PM

    in portuguese it's the title of the most well-known short story of a book called Primeiras Estórias, First stories. 21 of them.

    ReplyDelete
  7. MartijnAugust 15, 2012 at 5:20 PM

    That was the book, the Primeiras Estórias.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)