IdeHOLAgía Leo in 'social peace' by Antonio
Donate :
"If there would not have forgotten culture. Forgetting generates the element of surprise. "
And I give all the reason, I see your bet amnesic and climb up to go for oblivion as the Creator of all germs. If there is no forgetting, there is nothing: only memory. We would live paralyzed, buried for all the memories accumulated in a suffocating Diogenes Syndrome of feelings, words, numbers, gestures, smells, experiences, daring that made us cowards and fears that allowed us to survive.
Without the culture would not have forgotten or, even worse, there would
Pop Star Queen -AKA
Karmele Marchante - because she would remember who it was, who wanted to be and everything he told Manuel Vázquez Montalbán
one afternoon, back in 1996 at the Palace Hotel in Madrid, as the writer wrote in his splendid review 'A Pole in the court of King Juan Carlos ", where the reporter claimed in a fit cacophonous maverick lucidity:
"We installed in fatalism. It is not disputed anything or expect anything new. What is now more like gossip and gossip. Not really conversing. I complained that no new model that Older models do not work for me, I've always liked cross the pond violations. Now I have no space for transgression, as before. "
Today, thanks to his amnesia, has managed
Karmele discovered as a new model offender, find a new space as a frustrated singer Eurovision limp as a battering ram of a chain of missing links has been able to turn it into a version pinturera feist where they overlap the portrait of a woman covered in lace lazy with the court jester. Because there is no current model that the path at the expense of repeating the same parody that other channel created two years ago to bust Eurovision, a festival that shows the opposite effect to the theory of Oñate
novel, if not memory existed, there would be Eurovision, which survives only as a parody of himself, as a device whose Warholian pop photocopies appear increasingly saturated color, dirtier and less distinguishable from an original and senseless.
turn on the TV, are the four and a half and I hope to get out of 'Save me' Some other pearl among the mud from getting to round out this portrait of
Karmele memory. No way. She is not today. So that, in turn, give me a text superimposed on the torso of a former contestant on Big Brother:
"How is the curriculum of GH11 Rebecca since leaving the house? A cover Interviú , several boyfriends and an alleged attempt to rape. "
Obviously, I again turn off the television and mentally review my resume since I left my parents house (Great Horror 1) for twenty years and a cover in
Interviú , several boyfriends, a rape, a happy marriage and a novel, '
MEEK ', which will hit bookstores on March 19. Buy it!
(Twenty years have passed since I left GH1, how awful. How long and short distance from there to here, that place I learned in
Luis Cernuda :
Where such penalties and no more than names ,
native Heaven and Earth around a memory;
Where is finally free myself unknowingly,
dissolved in fog, absence, Absence
mild as meat as a child.
There, far away;
Donde habite el olvido.)
(Posted FRONTLINE, March 2010)
Marx, you know, the Karl Marx of communism and stuff, reported to have said that under capitalism the humiliation kilo sold cheap, with the cost of an inter average wage take home, likes it or not, a proportional amount of humiliation or comparable to its own weight, job or mortgage degustation. The dying protagonist of this sensational novel overweight probably in excess of abusing alcohol and those other enemies of the man who named the Catechism of our childhoods: the devil, the world and the flesh (other). One night, what night that night, goes through a sauna, and not to release fat, and perfect surf and lucid state of recklessness to make a brief summary of his life. So far the novel could be an example of cheap neoexistencialismo that crushes us lately the neocostumbrismo fractal. But, fortunately, and suddenly, sudden, and because other (small tribute to Pedro Salinas) "something." A novel in which "something" is now, apparently seen and read what they read, a notable exception, but also that "something happens" is to unravel with great and cruel narrative heard, some of the roots under visible in our silences most mundane and perverse, the exception gives way to the exceptional. And this is the case. 
