tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21513834121941368762024-03-05T05:58:59.233+00:00de QuicioNorateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-88994839634489399452012-02-05T22:44:00.003+00:002012-02-05T22:48:50.810+00:00Revel, Jean-François"A great chef glorifies natural elements, uses them in ways thet enhance their essence, knows how to extract their aromas and set off their consistencies - but he does so transposing them into a new register, where they disappear only to be reborn as a whole that owes its existence to intelligence."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Culture and Cuisine</span>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-63502150009131239342012-01-15T22:27:00.001+00:002012-01-15T22:33:35.124+00:00THE BLACK KEYS<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NnzIrRykilA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-9184842808364729882012-01-08T16:50:00.002+00:002012-01-08T16:53:05.199+00:00ANDREWS SISTERS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsDkQm8BeFXMjKekGsqGweRdG98GgQqn_0Y0b-2uE9nHt6ZGInQT1KtgpyeKBARRLoi4XHA08nXWQQ5P0XbNX1lj71YtZbtaFXy09s5TEqq1VWW0gUdf6htTzFWLwgF96wh6mRj7A29Q/s1600/AndrewsSisters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsDkQm8BeFXMjKekGsqGweRdG98GgQqn_0Y0b-2uE9nHt6ZGInQT1KtgpyeKBARRLoi4XHA08nXWQQ5P0XbNX1lj71YtZbtaFXy09s5TEqq1VWW0gUdf6htTzFWLwgF96wh6mRj7A29Q/s320/AndrewsSisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695305185291493058" /></a><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2pfCFU3Mqww" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-79616621446111570162012-01-08T16:46:00.001+00:002012-01-08T16:49:57.100+00:00LA LUPE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIFj87RU3T8kzREAvHM5btLxeIIFgcA4kumXvY_olPSxQ82hWGAhbJW5pIZSKTjse-aeEaYzTHGFtV-N6wsISNXvE2ElhAodtUfuK78KrBieGKn9OVsfULwvdanZIMJpZcehR-P-G600/s1600/lupe04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcIFj87RU3T8kzREAvHM5btLxeIIFgcA4kumXvY_olPSxQ82hWGAhbJW5pIZSKTjse-aeEaYzTHGFtV-N6wsISNXvE2ElhAodtUfuK78KrBieGKn9OVsfULwvdanZIMJpZcehR-P-G600/s320/lupe04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695304158876706530" /></a><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3kRIV23LQyI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-27071570832682781462011-12-21T01:49:00.003+00:002011-12-21T01:53:03.246+00:00CHINAWOMAN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZm6V7xA7mg0Aw7P3iOc3xQV7JoprqFix1qD8nyYhyngtzpcpfHRb2CH0wYtoitTjBB0WczFaxKGBzaXEeQuzcaBBisZKjUXv3sFGLYKQ0gpB3-MZv_Tf3__k8jZxzMWeXPJrYT_q1sI/s1600/l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZm6V7xA7mg0Aw7P3iOc3xQV7JoprqFix1qD8nyYhyngtzpcpfHRb2CH0wYtoitTjBB0WczFaxKGBzaXEeQuzcaBBisZKjUXv3sFGLYKQ0gpB3-MZv_Tf3__k8jZxzMWeXPJrYT_q1sI/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688393497479604770" /></a><br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/68u9VwKnl8Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><div><br /></div>http://www.myspace.com/chinawomanNorateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-19407361924889918632011-12-19T20:56:00.004+00:002011-12-19T21:13:58.101+00:00LÍNEAS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pPauEBFJXsXos2YyJ7Jhpc5E9rdAxMnFfb2EAHIFvLsWZikEY9M4Z0AU4PRXcskDc7crbWShHT_srsgqZUKOcfYLGuvhiwnjgz_NJv4afxHDFqfV9uXRSGy0P5xFIcAj_iwIHaEdpU4/s1600/lines.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pPauEBFJXsXos2YyJ7Jhpc5E9rdAxMnFfb2EAHIFvLsWZikEY9M4Z0AU4PRXcskDc7crbWShHT_srsgqZUKOcfYLGuvhiwnjgz_NJv4afxHDFqfV9uXRSGy0P5xFIcAj_iwIHaEdpU4/s320/lines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687949189805542914" /></a>De izquierda a derecha de arriba a abajo:<div>1. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Christo Javacheff: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Running Fence, 1970-1976</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">2. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Dennis Oppenheim: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Timeline USA-Canada, 1968</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">3. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Piero Manzoni: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Linea, 1959</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">4. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Shiraga Fujiko, 1955</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">5. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Nam June Paik: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Zen for head, 1962</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">6. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Richard Long: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">A line made by walking, 1967</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">7. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Günter Brus: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Selbstbemalung, 1965</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">8. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Nam June Paik: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Zen for TV, 1963</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">9. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Günter Brus: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Wiener Spaziergang, 1965</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">10. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Barnett Newman: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; ">Onement I, 1948 </span></div>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-61057996299217826892011-12-17T23:10:00.002+00:002011-12-17T23:17:41.895+00:00EVARISTTI, MARCO<div>Albóndigas de grasa de artista. </div><div>Manzoni comestible, más o menos.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; ">"Eat me, I am art, and the art devouring public will finally be satisfied."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "><br /></span></div><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nrMSzojDq28" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>http://www.evaristti.com</div>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-25062125754117988552011-11-24T16:22:00.002+00:002011-11-24T16:25:14.770+00:00DANTO, ARTHUR C.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGphRvxvBGbH2z-3KD78J4r3cz1EkZ6RKrOIL-yW6xueRp0MThe-ZGUFq4O8wl94dMSNnHYFzvoxuvqWmkF7MnT6UIw49X-OoSqUhBNC5ElVUUaIbKDFcH75X36oVlJxrus1WvvUP-1kI/s1600/ArthurDanto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGphRvxvBGbH2z-3KD78J4r3cz1EkZ6RKrOIL-yW6xueRp0MThe-ZGUFq4O8wl94dMSNnHYFzvoxuvqWmkF7MnT6UIw49X-OoSqUhBNC5ElVUUaIbKDFcH75X36oVlJxrus1WvvUP-1kI/s320/ArthurDanto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678598963888706802" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>"Lo cierto es que en los setenta el paroxismo disminuyó, como si la historia del arte<br />tuviese la intención interna de llegar a una concepción filosófica de sí misma, las<br />últimas etapas de esa historia fueran, en cierta manera, las más difíciles de superar,<br />y el arte buscara romper las membranas externas más resistentes y en ese proceso<br />volverse paroxístico. Pero ahora que se han roto esos tegumentos, ahora que al<br />menos ha sido alcanzada la visión de una autoconciencia, esa historia ha<br />concluido. Se ha liberado a sí misma de una carga que podrá entregar a los<br />filósofos. Entonces los artistas se libraron de la carga de la historia y fueron libres<br />para hacer arte en cualquier sentido que desearan, con cualquier propósito que<br />desearan, o sin ninguno. Esta es la marca del arte contemporáneo y, en contraste<br />con el modernismo, no hay nada parecido a un estilo contemporáneo."<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Después del fin del arte. El arte contemporáneo y el linde de la historia</i></div>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-13393187356354929952011-11-14T19:24:00.001+00:002011-11-14T19:26:41.046+00:00THE GOLDEN FILTER & Kristoffer BorgliSyndromes<br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/30271240?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=a6a4a4" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/30271240">SYNDROMES - a short film by Kristoffer Borgli & The Golden Filter</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/thegoldenfilter">The Golden Filter</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-19325277326361834112011-11-14T19:19:00.001+00:002011-11-14T19:24:19.117+00:00E-FLUXThe question of work has also become a very polemical issue these days, and particularly so in the field of art and culture. What is work for an artist within our post-Fordist blur between life and work, freedom and alienation? It’s useful to refer to distinctions that Hannah Arendt draws between labor, work, and action. For Arendt, labor corresponds to a basic need for human life to sustain itself, such as farming, preparation of food, etc. Work goes beyond the satisfaction of immediate needs and corresponds to the human ability to build and maintain a world fit for human use, while action is “the only activity that goes on directly between men without the intermediary of things or matter, [and] corresponds to the human condition of plurality.”<br /><br />Anton Vidokle<br />"Art without work?"<br /><br /><a href="http://www.e-flux.com/journal/view/260">Artículo entero aquí</a>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-12144952207242802182011-11-14T00:54:00.003+00:002011-11-14T01:00:21.934+00:00MILLS, MIKEIncreíblemente multidisciplinado<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9y5IhPVvQtx5XfkNaDfMUyAU3cjNliR6Tj4tjeyOAsOWfp5pPxYFERr5LJWNgw1eMytDuYSk_Bl3_PAUW8kO2kjBs8b6FDiFs7hBCVFJJvUt5D1nsdZFs0maV3N2d55KpjqH6hrN258/s1600/cracks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9y5IhPVvQtx5XfkNaDfMUyAU3cjNliR6Tj4tjeyOAsOWfp5pPxYFERr5LJWNgw1eMytDuYSk_Bl3_PAUW8kO2kjBs8b6FDiFs7hBCVFJJvUt5D1nsdZFs0maV3N2d55KpjqH6hrN258/s320/cracks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674649794397714162" /></a><br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25200403?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/25200403">Butts</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6320497">Mike Mills</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rXUFUp6vsxg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://mikemillsweb.com">http://mikemillsweb.com</a>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-61288827117291410342011-11-11T00:32:00.003+00:002011-11-11T00:35:52.362+00:00GREENAWAY, PETER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2otnOUJdXsQUaCn67O_LozHFnJWHaCBdrCeFT2prMkZqL3Xs8oE1lCnAN-JiPW72oDZ6u-d_0hxzjgEZJB7q5cie5OLcqE5pKK2CRW3urTbmLzRiYCLBUhfCa48poLy7wygHrzvptBo/s1600/pillowbook.tiff"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2otnOUJdXsQUaCn67O_LozHFnJWHaCBdrCeFT2prMkZqL3Xs8oE1lCnAN-JiPW72oDZ6u-d_0hxzjgEZJB7q5cie5OLcqE5pKK2CRW3urTbmLzRiYCLBUhfCa48poLy7wygHrzvptBo/s320/pillowbook.tiff" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673530430572757330" /></a><br /><br />"Nipples like bone buttons<br />an instep like a half open book<br />a navel like de inside of a shell<br />a belly like an upturned saucer<br />a penis like a sea slug or a pickled cucumber."<br /><br />The pillow bookNorateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-21501803979386143702011-11-10T17:59:00.002+00:002011-11-10T18:02:54.800+00:00BARTHES, ROLANDLa muerte del autor<br /><br />"La escritura es la destrucción de toda voz, de todo origen. La escritura es ese lugar neutro, compuesto, oblicuo, al que van a parar nuestro sujeto, el blanco-y-negro en donde acaba por perderse toda identidad, comenzando por la propia identidad del cuerpo que escribe.<br />Siempre ha sido así, sin duda: en cuanto un hecho pasa a ser relatado, con fines intransitivos y no con la finalidad de actuar directamente sobre lo real, es decir, en definitiva, sin más función que el propio ejercicio del símbolo, se produce esa ruptura, la voz pierde su origen, su autor entra en su propia muerte, comienza la escritura."Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-33498326491240123002011-11-05T17:41:00.000+00:002011-11-05T17:42:08.132+00:00RHIM LEE, JAE<object width="526" height="374"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"></param><br /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><br /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><br /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><br /><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"></param><br /><param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011G/Blank/JaeRhimLee_2011G-320k.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JaeRhimLee_2011G-embed.jpg&vw=512&vh=288&ap=0&ti=1247&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=jae_rhim_lee;year=2011;theme=technology_history_and_destiny;theme=a_greener_future;theme=talks_from_ted_fellows;event=TEDGlobal+2011;tag=Arts;tag=Design;tag=TED+Fellows;tag=death;tag=green;tag=invention;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /><br /><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="526" height="374" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011G/Blank/JaeRhimLee_2011G-320k.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JaeRhimLee_2011G-embed.jpg&vw=512&vh=288&ap=0&ti=1247&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=jae_rhim_lee;year=2011;theme=technology_history_and_destiny;theme=a_greener_future;theme=talks_from_ted_fellows;event=TEDGlobal+2011;tag=Arts;tag=Design;tag=TED+Fellows;tag=death;tag=green;tag=invention;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"></embed><br /></object>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-55225785311374175032011-10-26T13:40:00.001+01:002011-10-26T13:40:51.345+01:00BANHART, DEVENDRA<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PhW7FLo6peU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-54654746082205086992011-10-26T13:31:00.007+01:002011-10-26T13:43:14.935+01:00PARRA, VIOLETA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhroJ88dtsn5WOaTVuOy00eYsvvX57AFvVICsoKZieFBaQJQRvSu7FdyHaqOTzYbJdc1ShgBwVgEeCinP_tgo374iZNxPLn1rzGJ1aTsLg9QJQeFa-fg3NtyyMN0lpSSVVdhxG6pdJ0L1Q/s1600/Violeta-Parra-especial35_com_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhroJ88dtsn5WOaTVuOy00eYsvvX57AFvVICsoKZieFBaQJQRvSu7FdyHaqOTzYbJdc1ShgBwVgEeCinP_tgo374iZNxPLn1rzGJ1aTsLg9QJQeFa-fg3NtyyMN0lpSSVVdhxG6pdJ0L1Q/s320/Violeta-Parra-especial35_com_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667777592444394658" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><pre style="text-align: left;"><span style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cómo se han ido volando, ingrato</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">las raudas horas de un tiempo cruel</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hoy de ti lejos y en otro campo</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">y de ti amigo tan cerca ayer</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ayer tu mano sentí en la mía</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">con ardorosa y grata presión</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hoy en los ayes de ardiente brisa</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a tus oídos irá mi voz</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">porque la ausencia</span></span></span></pre><pre style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">es tan cruel dolor.</span></span></span></pre></span><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/na4T1Z9STO0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-89024134513991789472011-10-24T14:19:00.002+01:002011-10-24T14:38:25.025+01:00BIGOTT<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bV__nb0oeMo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><div><br /></div><div>Genial banda de Zaragozá!</div><div><br /></div>http://www.myspace.com/myspacebigott/musicNorateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-67847311601982015792011-10-19T17:30:00.002+01:002011-10-19T17:42:41.090+01:00PARKER, CHARLIE<div>Julio Cortázar</div><div>EL PERSEGUIDOR</div><div><br /></div>"Bueno, una noche estábamos con Miles y Hal... llevábamos yo creo que una hora dándole a lo mismo, solos, tan felices... Miles tocó algo tan hermoso que casi me tira de la silla, y entonces me largué. cerré los ojos, volaba. Bruno, te juro que volaba... Me oía como si desde un sitio lejanísimo pero dentro de mí mismo, al lado de mí mismo, alguien estuviera de pie...<div>(...)</div><div>Y lo que había a mi lado era como yo mismo pero sin ocupar ningún sitio, sin estar en NY, y sobre todo sin tiempo, sin después...sin que hubiera después... Por un momento no hubo más que siempre. Y yo no sabía que era mentira, que eso ocurría porque estaba perdido en la música, y que apenas acabara de tocar, en ese mismo instante me caería de cabeza en mí mismo."</div><br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fS0M-GjgEi8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-21736641279579271522011-10-18T19:25:00.002+01:002011-10-18T19:29:53.387+01:00PARRA, NICANOR<b>Los vicios del mundo moderno</b><br />(extracto)<br /><br />Tratemos de ser felices, recomiendo yo, chupando la miserable costilla humana.<br />Extraigamos de ella el líquido renovador,<br />Cada cual de acuerdo con sus inclinaciones personales.<br />¡Aferrémonos a esta piltrafa divina!<br />Jadeantes y tremebundos<br />Chupemos estos labios que nos enloquecen;<br />La suerte está echada.<br />Aspiremos este perfume enervador y destructor<br />Y vivamos un día más la vida de los elegidos:<br />De sus axilas extrae el hombre la cera necesaria para frojar el rostro de sus ídolos.<br />Y del sexo de la mujer la paja y el barro de sus templos.<br />Por todo lo cual<br />Cultivo un piojo en mi corbata<br />Y sonrío a los imbéciles que bajan de los árboles.<div><br /></div><div>'Poemas & Antipoemas'</div>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-40141339943264850562011-10-05T21:37:00.001+01:002011-10-05T21:39:30.654+01:00FERNANDES, PRISCILA<span style="font-weight:bold;">Breakfast Manifesto</span><br />SD video, sound, colour, 5' 23'', 2006 (video extract: 2')<br />Priscila Fernandes as Ana Garcini<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYH6jQLXlImP2PjJApTBKia4YW6lFQdNUwJOrvMRm-KarEsJ6OA9JRbR_uiN3GGBc14HIZ4kAS25C4-jParfWHrGB82kGO2pu41hgMKXtV-fSXOAduY7rXgHDWgAgeYrRFTdpXNPMlelw/s1600/14_breakfast-manifesto-diagram-1-priscila-fernandes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYH6jQLXlImP2PjJApTBKia4YW6lFQdNUwJOrvMRm-KarEsJ6OA9JRbR_uiN3GGBc14HIZ4kAS25C4-jParfWHrGB82kGO2pu41hgMKXtV-fSXOAduY7rXgHDWgAgeYrRFTdpXNPMlelw/s320/14_breakfast-manifesto-diagram-1-priscila-fernandes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660110270185882130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20404918?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="280" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/20404918">Breakfast Manifesto - 2' extract</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/priscilafernandes">Priscila Fernandes</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-29689907979724263872011-09-30T16:41:00.003+01:002011-09-30T16:48:43.751+01:00PROUST, MARCEL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUnLkcfdvMZNFsoVdo1-m7Q2oA0m8YoovZyzKp-NzQgy_c4It9U7V4pcrH6PaFhsr9r46IPOJ6d0boeQkiDAwHlB1KRSDVdYoRz1UopQpiIf5Fh2vI1fYNqEsKfQfTZAhLEB3jB6lvGg/s1600/proust1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUnLkcfdvMZNFsoVdo1-m7Q2oA0m8YoovZyzKp-NzQgy_c4It9U7V4pcrH6PaFhsr9r46IPOJ6d0boeQkiDAwHlB1KRSDVdYoRz1UopQpiIf5Fh2vI1fYNqEsKfQfTZAhLEB3jB6lvGg/s320/proust1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658180104258138194" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"Pero lo que le parecía inevitable es lo que había ocurrido, y casi veía un elemento providencial en el hecho de haber ido a la reunión de la marquesa, porque su espíritu, deseoso de admirar la riqueza de invención de la vida e incapaz de sostener por mucho tiempo una pregunta difícil, como la de saber qué es lo que habría sido mejor, consideraba los sufrimientos de aquella noche y los placeres aún insospechados que en su fondo germinaban - y que no se sabía cuáles pesaban más - como ligados por una especie de necesario encadenamiento."<br /><br />1. Por el camino de SwannNorateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-1628004594281868822011-09-23T19:44:00.000+01:002011-09-23T19:46:20.515+01:00MUMFORD & SONS'Winter Winds'<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_KCg_QEHtkY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />this time no<br />this time noNorateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-1318287605670853092011-09-18T21:30:00.002+01:002011-09-18T21:34:19.989+01:00FUERACómo echarle<br />si no estando está.<br />Si su eco es más valioso<br />que su presencia sola,<br />por lo imposible de la última<br />y lo inevitable del primero.<br />Cómo se impide un retumbo<br />y qué agilidad es aprendible<br />para esquivarlo.<br />Cómo echarle,<br />si ya no reside.Norateignorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101729877128922520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151383412194136876.post-66544040163365140122011-09-05T10:37:00.000+01:002011-09-05T10:38:45.325+01:00HARMONY, KORINEGummo
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