Loser (last chapter of PerformanceconPdePerdedor.'s Novel three years) Performance Call me loser. I confess. This novel comes to an end. I did not want to reveal it before by shame, tried to cajole, by deception. The performance literature is a liar, is carried away by the winds, is not exactly literature. They confessed that "it" had no beginning and no end. I come now to demands. Loser is not capable of anything else. You have to know goodbye, as they say the unwritten laws of the walker. * When I was 26 years Patricia Highsmith wrote a New Year's toast saying, "Here's to all the demons, for the lust, passions, greed, envy, love, hate, strange desires, enemies, real and unreal by the army of memories we are fighting, never give me rest. " For three years in disjointed chapters of this novel are visited depths, with caution, and not avoid the pain. Journalism has been practiced diver who has chronicled from the countryside to the psyche. North has sung redeemer, forests, the Mediterranean, to the outlying districts to the slums, to the joys, the border cities. In this novel has been commemorated forty years of life loser.
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--------- Where was James Casanova at age 40? Casanova was another loser, who wrote when he could not lose more, desendemoniándose, recreating the pleasures, the misfortunes that could no longer run. Casanova with 40 just closed what he called "the first act of his life" with an unpleasant episode, the young Charpillon and his harpy mother. The miserable Charpillon deceives the teacher, shoots his money, kept clean of caresses the Venetian and shows unfaithful to the wants of so far tireless seducer. "Nothing less than Casanova is rejected even though he has put his drive and all your money" refers to Stefan Zweig. He rejects not an aristocrat or a great English lady, but a whore of three to the room. That blow to the cunning and power of seduction, is the announcement of the decline to come. She is 40 and his days begin descent. "As in any work of modern art are the ones who build shadows the luminous part of the hero "notes Felix de Azua in the new introduction Casanova / Atalanta. On the origin of art is sex, pain, an army of memories and greed. I do not know whether to pass the 40 is the beginning of a decline. A loser will have precipitated the letters, letters have turned images and inclinations, experiences, everything that happens. The art, the boundaries. This "novel three years" was also a raid on the tongue. The writer is Catalan, and has some Catalan engraved in the soul. But the Catalan language is not literary. He lives in Catalan, write, read, discussed, works in Catalan. But searches in Catalan. Suppose, as I say, that the literature that clutches be English, or rather, Castilian. Suppose that with the notable exception of Josep Pla, one does not get tired of reading in Castilian. Suppose that one is more correct although Catalan is to say that is Barcelona at times. Or to be precise I should say that is of the Costa Brava and Montseny (of the goddesses, druids, witches, nereas,
d'aigua gifts, stones, waters of Montseny to be precise). As soon as we think, one is, indeed, of the childhoods of Asturias, Retiro Park, the libraries set. If you were born in the twentieth century belong to him, we are imbued with his tempo, are analog. And although in water does not hold any result, those born by the sea, the deep concern us. Can you choose your country, your language? It is all women who populated the day. Of those who were, which were, from left, of which they are. One is of his sons, the eyes of their children, the name and the inheritance of the same. It is one of the stones visited half a dozen songs, a few books, black sweaters and footwear, the cadences of the language used. The performance literature is identity.
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Youth is the time when you believe that things will and are intended merely because they think. Damn!, Things will only end up going or by chance or stubbornness, but learn late or never learn it when it's too late, when we write about the failures. Loser wanted to have two offices, two languages, wanted to live in two cities, two vocations grow, live with two women. Edgardo Cozarinski wanted to use as a talisman. But failed. To live as Edgardo Cozarinski no choice but to be Edgardo Cozarinski and Enrique Vila-Matas. After writing this novel loser has time to build a cabin. This is not an escape, trying to find a space, a place away from noises, a room where they keep writing primitive. Loser began writing the "novel three years" carried by the certainty that in the arts attitude was everything. They erected a writer that came out of eggs, because the letters are an ideal container for that images speak louder than words, that the Faculty was told it was too narrative when painting or drawing. ("Narrative, suckers?" We're going to shit from the story that I can be!). And he began to seek organic language, a literature of the drive, which was written to the rhythm of the days. A literature in which the winters were cold, the memories would hurt, the pleasures they had texture, the children grow. "Blake, for whom I have devotion, born in the middle of a century, like me, like Van Gogh, and Gauguin ... and that's a disaster, because you get to build not only aesthetic but also an ethical attitude, because they come from a school (...) we are as a bridge for others to run out to solve the puzzle (...). " I read in an interview with sculptor Jaume Plensa, and I think it comes down pat in this novel. Loser belongs to that school of men who are bridge, which are hinged, which are a springboard for other men. The "Novel of the three years" is a gateway between two books, including two cycles, between the life of a sailor who could not hold onto anything and everyday life the path of an artisan who wants to build with their hands cabin to write.
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The texts have consequences, do not believe that the writer may emerge unscathed. Have been following the seasons in performance literature. Nor does the reader emerges unscathed. The "Novel three years" just in winter. On the Internet I found
The Museum of Innocence of Orham Pamuk. Down the ebook file to become reading last Christmas. A difficult balance between literature and telenovela, "between Corin Tellado, Proust and Murakami," said one of those gatherings that populate the blogs aggressive literary. Loser read something flushed How can it happen that this book down? Writing thorough as Sergi Pamies. Short chapters, many in chains with the expertise of a goldsmith. Pulp literature of sensuality, addictive, with the smell of rotting fruit attracts flies but not cloying. Just in case, if the cloying arrives, Loser mixed readings. Sukkwan
Island David Vann, a selection of interviews with writers in The Paris Review
, collection of fantasy stories of Italo Calvino SXIX. Loser often returns to the Paris Review Interviews and Italo Calvino, especially when you enter the write questions. Salman Rushdie says in an interview that his song "is how stories everywhere are also stories from other places." Such judgments operate in the performance literature, a literature fucking limited. At first the letters are losing momentum plastic. Loser gives a boost to the images and events unfold. Then, it becomes diver journalist, investigates, notes and documents what happens after the push. Performance, push, documentation. Finally, after that process writing (certainly the most laborious and the preparation is worst loser). For example, two pictures rush events. Photo of Mother with her brothers a day off in the orphanage of the postwar years. Photo grandfather Eduardo, the only photo of Edward grandfather there. These images hurl a loser. One day Mother is going through a period of economic and emotional roller coaster. Loser offers to write, gives him some notebooks. These pictures, these notebooks. Loser thinks that something is present in these photos from the past. Mother writes for a year
Mother Notebooks. But the performance betrays Loser. Mother will not let him read the books once stood. There, right in that fucking there, there's a book. One day, surprisingly, gives the
Mother Mother Notebooks a loser. In five or six days, the statement said. Le takes hours of sleep to read. Mix
reading My Dark Places by James Ellroy . Rail travel between the Montseny and the City's dedicated to the writer in Los Angeles.
night at the Mother Notebooks. No longer makes sense to continue with the "Novel of the three years." Now it is pursuing building a hut where the writing of new books. --------------------------------------------
Educate children is to find common areas, space for quality. I'm not sure you are doing things with my daughters. Marieta grows, new needs that do not always see. When he did not live under the same roof, the difficulties of seeing, I say increase-compliant. Lucia requires attention and waste of energy. It is very agile, very alert, constantly experiences. I think Marieta also want exclusive attention, a place just for her. I focus, manage time, to love in order. All parents love unconditionally (no merit in loving a child.) It is worthy to love in order, become a useful tool for the development of the child, being a bridge to tomorrow. ---------------------------------------------
* (What are the unwritten laws of the walker?
-always greets you find on the way.
"He preferred the weaker, who is more tired, which is more loaded. The strongest gives way to weaker, therein lies its strength. "The burden
frugal traveler luggage.
-eat little, so simple. Appreciate the simplicity of basic foods. Bread, sausage, cheese, oil, rice, vegetables, roast meats, fresh water, red wine, local beers, herbs pomace.
-Appreciate the same way the basic routines: fatigue, stress, drinking, thirsty, hungry to eat, sleep, shelter ...
Find the finest materials, hand craftsmanship of the objects. Taste
-path experiences offered. Do not alter the places we go to the meeting. Go unnoticed. Dealing with humility landscapes and its people. Feel the road as a country.
-Learn the uses of language, the way each language, accents, pauses, silences.
- To know abroad. The walking does not belong to a landscape. So respected, admired, is interested in the ways of living the way the nuances that make each one unique thing. He who walks knows leave on time, know that you must follow.
- Walking is the ultimate goal of walking. A is nowhere to go. The road is the site.)
