"Live a lot outdoors in the sun and wind, produce, without doubt, a certain hardness of character, develops a thick callus on the qualities most delicate of our nature (...)" . Henry David Thoreau. Walking .
Oscar Abril Ascaso Meet in the cafeteria of the library Laie. Barcelona, \u200b\u200b7 December. Loser takes, before you see Oscar, " She green "by Herbert Read. A Loser cross him readings and lectures, Thoreau, Read, Oscar Abril Ascaso. Oscar tells of the break with the people of the Sónar Festival . Thirteen years ago he started the fruitful collaboration that is now broken. Measurable of the crisis or go you know what. Oscar is a little scared. Continues to run L'Espai per a performàtiques frecuently NauEstruch in Sabadell and have created a service culture with other partners, not short projects, but you hesitate the next stage. Oscar Loser affectionately respected English, yet understand the differences, celebrate a friend of more than twenty years. His talk covers continuum from the most intimate to the socio-cultural paradigms of our time. It would seem that they are happy to live the time they live. No more romantic archetypes, the tormented artist, caressed by the divine hand. It's time to network, neointima, global collective work. Oscar, urban to the core, Loser, rural recluse, are libertarians of the league in a long hinge.
"I'm attracted to the crisis, catastrophe," says Oscar. "Extreme situations, moments in which one finds one's own limits. I am one who mixed the terror and smile when the towers fell in New York. Attraction to the abyss, to that which would deprive us all and force us to find our survival declines.
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occurs to me something like, "argues Loser .- There are two reasons to live in the woods, away from the complexity of the cosmopolitan life, styling a spartan life, simple, in which the marmolillos mean of daily life; and on the other hand, the harsh environment found in the limits themselves. (Ernst Jünger said that the difference between anarchism and the anarchist is that the first needs of a society that surrounds them to develop their itching destructive, while the second seeks solitude).
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A mist envelops Loser cinnamon. Get caught, succumbs. It is the month of Christmas, the smell of nougat children. Wet light shines in the eyes of children. Loser written as a craftsman and draw portraits of Pynchon. Moby Dick Lee, who suddenly looks like a Christmas story. Will not stop ever read Moby Dick. Lee adding, Melville, Thoreau, Read, Oscar Abril Ascaso, the eyes of their daughters.
A curious custom graphic Chimera magazine. This is Pynchon draw portraits of an issue of today. The only material available on which to start are the famous three photos of youth. Loser rush these drawings and continues with the new wording of book "The Hidden Art." Hopes to deliver in a few weeks the new version of this text to her literary agent. Loser is immersed in the forests of Montseny with a new hanger, the toddler Cudeman 135. Bushcraft philosophy be an old man, a craftsman of the way, to commune with the weeds, drawing, writing as a craftsman. A refuge for the family while still being strong. "There is pleasure in the pathless woods," said Lord Byron. The backpack
topographic map, compass, knife, fire-steel and some tinder if the opportunity arises for emergencies, water, chocolate, salami, bread, nuts, warm clothes, notebook, mobile phone, a small kit and the book by Herbert Read. Baggage sober walking forest. What caught the attention of loser when they met in the Swiss Alps mummy Ötzi the ice man was the bare computer to which the primitive hunter crossed the icy mountains. A copper ax, flint knife handle, ash, quiver full of arrows, stone points and major arc greater than its height, mushrooms, mushrooms, a dozen plants, knowledge, therefore, to resolve the incident Road, flint and pyrite for creating sparks. Warm clothes, shoes sophisticated design (although some believe that these findings slipper shoes but was not to tie the shoe to walk in the snow). Loser admired the brevity of luggage and complied Ötzi the natural order that claims to be frugal when you walk. Ötzi team denotes wisdom of the natural environment, plants and animals, remedies and spells, tooling with which to undertake the journey. Loser prefer recycling, adapting any clothes and household utensils, to know what nature provides, rather than expensive brands equipped with tissues and scientists in a cheesy and colorful boutique specializing in mountaineering and camping for urbanites bourgeois and boring. Loser
keep pace of its progress. Trot fifty, fifty step by step. It is a quick way to cover large distances. Laughs thinking that his writing fits in with this syncopated walk. In the new wording, "The Hidden Art" becomes something like the thief who write daily Genet (keeping the respectful distance), the story of a tramp art, a builder of the assemblies in transit, someone who decides to give voice to those who do not often have it. The problem is to write and rewrite many times ends up stunning literary sense. Loser walks to forget who wrote the first version of the book at other times. Three years to write the first draft. Loser took him to his life sucks and the book was an escape and he got a book elusive. But now, says literary agent, say the educated voices that advise, you have to write a book that sells itself. Tribute to a trade that almost nobody knows. The diary of an art-handler .
"I dedicate to handle works of art in museums and institutions, are heading assemblies. Have accumulated experiences and anecdotes over the years. Stick to that. Forget your rants in this book on the artistic. There will be time for other books.
- Other books! - Loser sighs. - Who can imagine other books? - Loser
walking at a brisk pace. "Half the road is not more than retrace his steps" Thoreau said. Perhaps we should prolong the journey, from aimless walk and not stop until you find unknown sites. Never return to our afflicted kingdoms. "If you feel ready to leave father and mother, brother and sister, wife, son and friends, and do not ever see them again, if you have paid your debts, made a will, put your affairs in order and are a free man, if so, you're ready for a walk. " (Thoreau. Walking )
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