C hen someone tries to get close to the grace without one, when intended to permeate the lines of freshness and spontaneity are sledgehammers pages. Every time I believe more in natural talent and, therefore, in recognition of his fault. That is, one must realize that as soon not have this or that quality. Forcing what you do not have in this matter of the lyrics, it's too blatant, as the literature provides, but also humble. You need only read a poet who seeks to become a poet or the first few pages of a novel that is already mediocre beforehand. Opposite occurs in the first thrust of a successful work as a harmonica music, the opening bars open the soul to a cascade of emotions and encoding of beauty that leave us perplexed, dumbfounded. Or a painting that wrapped and baffled, at first glance is a figurative beauty of the world.
When you do it within the limits of its virtues is when an approach to harmony. This survey collects and reconciles mysterious what we sense and what never ever had persisted even in dreams, in death, in life, perhaps.
E *** l other day, while walking along the shore and the river ended his speech delivered to the ocean, I understood why the tragedy outweighs the humorous or ironic. Man is constantly beg crosslinked infinite aspirations, but with finite material. Comedy and humor is precisely the condition of the ephemeral, because a joke or a humorous or ironic scene is lost as they say, but tragic, alas, the tragic, is the substance that continually runs and strikes it. So were the Greeks who I found everything.
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Trapiello ou said that expands too much in their scenes in The Grapes or their pages sometimes seem tiresome repetitions of the same formula or any other argument to deny the reading of its pages. However, there is an undeniable issue. It happens that his prose is so powerful and colorful, as with film directors who are prodigious, one never tires of seeing the scenes, to look at them and reread them, because they are so just verbally, that we must all rejoice. ***
C on Paul Valery I came up with Bach or Rilke. They, and many others, opened this abyss in my life after the experience of his work, which still assume as the unborn child in the experience. I mean, the music of Bach meets the virtue of the divine, is renewed every moment. And Rilke, for example, can not the man who read his poetry to live no more after this event.
Remember Sergio Pitol in The Art of Fugue Thomas Mann, my admired Mann, outlined a novel when I was twenty years, a work not completed until fifty years later. Sure, Doktor Faustus is a play gives immortality to any writer and, therefore, the delay, the retreats, absences, the ellipses in the building are to be taken as an intrinsic part of fertility. That is why I love what Valery, because he always had in mind that the prolific work of an author should not fail to stay alive, speculative and wandering. As he left in his cahiers : "A good poem is silent, and I believe the most solemn setting is what becomes of absence and retirement to build what we support and human trafficking.
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