EXOCUENTO before Christmas (and irony Dream hermeneutics) Giorgio De Chirico: The disquieting muses ( 1916)
narrated in this exocuento What was once a dream that I got the cloth to show the moment of truth of that odious and said fulero says God squeezes but does not drown . The history and narrative rhythm brought me peace while dozing in the front line dream. Trying to bring its share of good vibes to the singular progress of the species, I reworked the material dream to make it almost unrecognizable as with the face of the Sphinx in the desert or human nature as Jean Jacques Rousseau .
I'm in a painting by Giorgio de Chirico, in
out that both worried the Surrealists. This would explain a certain level of nervousness and anxiety for a gentleman of good family - a
arousal DEFCON II, technicians say. But I'm pretty quiet. In fact they are four in the morning, I still have not woken up and I start to feel something when the square Buddhist shadows lengthen winter pinkish to converge in the corners of buildings. The scene simulates a bad line-drawing exercise but in fact (it is not difficult to realize) I'm in the middle of a theatrical
metaphysical that is set in motion. Thus, almost immediately, I notice the presence of the forces that define and accompany me since the beginning of my little girl and still life: sadness, love, loneliness. I do not say anything because they are dressed for the occasion by tailoring dummies. In fact, in the dream, I am also a doll without a face.
metaphysical de Chirico The stage is transformed into a university campus and youth who live there, with that characteristic joy, drives away the metaphysical forces. I stopped being a dummy, becoming human body perfectly embodies my adolescent soul. I'm bringing me to the idea of \u200b\u200bmy new look
- if this expression is sense in the dream - when a young poet in English that I see and recognize. She takes my hand and kisses me
short and soft. She did not say anything but if it could talk would say
come, follow me . I embed on your delicate shade of amber and recite the verses as a prayer Parmenidean or stop-bala
.
"The mares that drag me as far as my mind could want in
escort named lead me to the very path of the goddess,
that all cities have the man who knows.
For him I had the clever mares that drew the chariot; course
but it marked the girls'
The fact is that the young poet's eye
Greek Kore leads me tenderly holding hands and kisses me as if they were spoonfuls of soup or mulled wine with cinnamon to retrieve the patient. I stopped caring because I understand that moving from a stage of metaphysics as De Chirico to the reality of the poetic world is difficult. In this guise and comfort, leave space in public buildings and into a residential area with abundant vegetation and two-storey chalet with loft. It exudes peace and well being bourgeois, enlightened spirit and a mild hedonism no stranger to responsibility. In one house, the poet introduces me to her mother and her boyfriend or husband (the poet), leaving not a moment to kiss the way short-soft
. Nobody is surprised his dedication and both bride and mother, accept my presence as measured with a kindness that I am about to think that this is not a dream and finally God has opened the door, saying:
" ... and it was not a bad fate, who made you take this path "
I'm so happy with my new friends I raise
the soft, short kiss to the rank of king of the universe,
light from light, true God from true God, of the same nature as the Father (etc.). All we kissed that way so nice, smile and do literary criticism without bitterness. I would stay forever in such pleasant company but my muse takes me out of the house in a gentle but firm, as if we accomplish a mission or vision
categorically not close with the image of the kiss-short-smooth. We have to go elsewhere.
rides dirt roads suburban violence scented shade and scrub until it finally entered the traffic of the big city bustle without breaking the magic. The young poet says me finger modern dance room and electric. I understand that this is the port that leads me sleep. Within my
disko me loose kore first hand and slips into the dance floor as one
deterritorializes a classic (the short-soft kiss) to unveil new emancipatory possibilities. The poet enjoys the dancing and I look in my corner while dancing with other young people. The colored spheres revolve roof, standing in the center a red coca-cola would seem to be the fate of the others. Enjoy
says my poetic provider of kisses, and returns to the center of the track. There, under the big red moon
stretches her body in a smile and a blush that I reveal the secret of the real, invisible and warm outside.
entered trial suspended when the bubbles of the coca-cola I tickle the nose. The sweet freshness of youth sip involves dancing under the big moon. The world smiles and blushes. And I, like as a kid and I fell for the first time I faced without fear and threatened that awakening my consciousness. I know the path of the goddess has been open with straw and bubbly carbonated embarrassing. Today is the final awakening. As the first to love.
Norman Rockwell: Spirit of education (1934)
hermeneutics cynic philosopher NOTES TO NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WORKING AND PARTIES TO KEEP
Revealing secrets of this story. A exocuento
is the outer shell of a soul that does not support backbone, an archaic soul passes through a hostile space. The exoskeletons are nice, the exocuentos do not have to. The mares
are metaphysical forces above - sadness, love, loneliness - and the girls
desires (pure or impure) that mark the existence as illusions, expectations and horizons of happiness.
Writing is a girl. The short writing metaphysical forces digestible fragments.
Goddess is the art which can be seen only in museums in the grace of a girl who rises from his desk as Gregor Samsa's sister at the end of Metamorphosis
.
The young poet is time, the wonderful thing happen lurking. Chances are so young and there is no worship of youth and cursed lolitas preference. In the dream the young poet had recognizable face but no body (as in some pristine Baroque chapels). The detail is irrelevant or not is irrelevant.
The sips of hot wine with cinnamon injections can symbolize dynamism that encounters with the younger generation bring in the soul of tradition or the cultured gentlemen of a certain age who have become skeptical, cynical or Humbert Humbert . The first message
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the communion of short, soft kisses - seems to apply to space metaliterary and perhaps a latent criticism of the lack of communication between the various poetic and literary cliques. Critics be kissing in the "peak" their criticism does not appear but a slip of the thickness of the days post-modern anxiety intensified by the Christmas season. In any case, it is interesting to imagine a generalization of soft, short kiss on the cultural magazines. The short, soft kisses are nice. The second message
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smile and blush as secret world - has clear theological reading and bet on the proposition that God is a woman and certainly a non-white. It also has a biographical key now is not worth revealing. In any case I like watching the world go by Cheshire-cat smiles.
The young poet is revealed
Kore to fit the classic tone of the stage and because from tiny, the archaic sculptures that I like best are clásicas.Los fragments quoted the famous poem by Parmenides on being. Against the obviousness of the poem of Heraclitus Eleatic always left me stone (and ball), but fascinated.
De Chirico appears by chance, to give a touch perverse and pretentious this cuadrode my dream life that otherwise properly intended to be sincere without falling into the tripe. Almost Purita fiction accordingly.
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