Yesterday I spent the morning in Leon, Antonio Gamoneda , speaking of his books, and how the orders. And he told me his library divided into three parts. One in the basement, where books remain in boxes, messy, until he decides what to do with them, take them to the shelves on the first floor, near where he works, or upload them to "hell" as he calls it.
The single-bill-me against what happens to all hell is high, the wooden floor loft and skylight.
But even there, like the gods misecicordiosos, up from time to time Gamoneda, to review the cases, review them and see which of those books can be sentenced again descend to the basement to consider a pardon . So there's a bustle, always, boxes, moving up and down, and towers of books on their way up, to hell, or down on the way to purgatory are in a landing, ignorant, all of them, the fate that awaits final.
And I spoke with nostalgia of an old collection of Dick Turpin read as a child, and has not returned to them on the shelves, and that poems published by his father in 1919, higher life Another -the only book that was at home during time-in which she learned to read, and time, and almost without trying, poetry. There was a time he wrote, and n my only passions were poverty and rain.
I like the shelves full of junk, paper, postcards, dolls, figurines and small souvenirs. a scenario, virtually all of chamarilería, museum of wonders, mismatched objects store. stones, fossils, photographs, medals and decorations school.
There are planes, scissors, boxes of matches that have been sent not know where an old inkwell una muñequita repetida de los Kinder, y un par de trozos de antiguas chimeneas ennegrecidas por el humo de Palermo. Me gusta ese universo de fragmentos traídos de aquí y de allá, cada uno con su historia minúscula.
Un pedazo de ámbar comprado en una feria de minerales; un trozo de adoquín de la Gran Vía; una horma de zapato al lado de una foto, en blanco y negro, de Calvino. Una cuchara de alpaca, con iniciales; dos flotadores para pescar, la composición, en letras de plomo, de una invitación de boda, un cartucho de caza.
De cada uno podría contar su historia. O inventarla. Un barquito, dos pesas de balanza, cantos rodados -White, black and gray-collected on a beach. And the lyrics of that old wood where they were printing posters. Witnesses faculty to find, or even to be one that found.
Nears XVII International Biennial of Graphic Humor Cuba 2011 ... Rius
Doval Our dear friend Barbara sent from the beautiful Cuba the convening of the XVII Biennial edition which created the category Award tribute online Tomy In honor of the beloved and missed Tomás Rodríguez Zayas ...
receives the biennial work until this January 31!
CALL
XVII International Graphic Humor Biennial
CUBA 2011
"think and draw for tomorrow"
Del 27 to March 29, 2011
Headquarters: San Antonio de los Baños
Regional Headquarters: Havana
Circle of Comedians and Cartoonists Union of Journalists of Cuba and the Museum of Humor of San Antonio de los Banos summon the XVII International Biennial of Graphic Humor, 2011 Cuba, to be held from 27 to March 29 , co-sponsored by the Latin American Federation of Journalists (FELAP) and the Provincial Directorate of Culture.
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cartoonists in the world they are called to prevent war with his brush, motor of laughter and thought. Today more than ever the lines of daily combat can contribute to peace and stop the imperial arrogance, the same that aims to cut the wings of the art involved, it keeps unjustly imprisoned for twelve years in the United States, five Cubans who fought against terrorism. For them we say: Freedom Now!
Given the privilege and opportunity that Mother Nature gives us to multiply the range of colors, sounds , preserve balance and harmony, all a habitable planet where souls conscience defend life. No to nuclear weapons. In a world in need of children, youth, parents and grandparents share is being called to cartoonists to think and draw for tomorrow.
Graphic Humor Contest
Participation in the meeting is open to all professionals in the comics in the world that can compete in the following categories:
. General Humor
. Political satire
. Humorous Cartoon
. personal caricature
. Photo humorous
Eduardo Award Abela, the highest award of the tender is delivered in tribute to the prominent Cuban cartoonist (1889-1965).
is accept original works or digitally processed ( printed and signed by the author) made in any technique with a maximum format of 30 x 40 cm in any of the categories mentioned above.
For the first time, be conferred Prize on line Tomy " in memory of beloved cartoonist Tomás Rodríguez Zayas, who died recently. The Prize is awarded to work that best expresses the significance of economic, financial and trade of the United States against Cuba. Only for this award will be accepted for artwork by email. Email: humor@upec.co.cu
Each author may submit one entry per each of the categories announced the contest, plus another at Award Tomy ".
Each consignment must specify the following information about the author:
Contact name (also stage name)
Country
Category and Award which is competing
particular address
Email
conveniently works packed be accepted until January 31, 2011 in:
Union of Journalists of Cuba (UPEC)
XVII International Biennial of Graphic Humor
Calle 23 no. 452, Vedado, Cuba. CP 10 400
Mobile: 832 - 37 22 / 832 to 45 59 ext.116
Of the jurors:
A selection of works presented considered by a jury of specialized admission, will be presented at the XVII International Exhibition of Graphic Humor in San Antonio de los Baños.
An international jury composed of prestigious personalities of graphic humor, award the prizes.
awards
. Eduardo Abela Prize consisting Diploma and 1000 CUC.
. First, second and third place awards in each category, consisting of a diploma.
- Online Award "Tomy " consisting diploma and an author's work.
. As is tradition different Cuban cultural and social institutions are integrated into the contest and award prizes.
comedians Meetings
27 to March 29 will be held exhibitions, workshops, theoretical and artistic creation San Antonio de los Baños and the city of Havana, so that participants can exchange experiences, to publicize his work (do not leave your portfolio at home) and discuss the role of humor in the XXI century.
The master of Mexican cartoon Rius invites us all, all, to join in a peaceful civil protest against the war.
Rius The teacher asks us to draw a card with the legend ENOUGH BLOOD and put in doors, windows, cars, shops, businesses and other sites from this January 10 .... and asks us to invite 10 people to join this event city.
Whereas the "war on drugs" has cost Calderon 30.000 souls to Mexico, only half in 2010 - and that this tragedy that the country has suffered and has four years is that we must remind the government that war has never solved anything, and as a society demand an end to it. Join
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- Gallery artists against the war (in alphabetical order) -
ladies and welcome to this your blop to restart activities in the nascent 2011. From here we wish you a happy new year filled with peace, health, love ... and humor ... Hugs, and we hope for here!
I read somewhere that was a carpenter, weaver and printer, among other trades, and, turning fifty, he retired to a house with his wife, on the outskirts. Thereafter led a modest life the frequently changing address, always a smaller, living on the difference in price you left.
his friends in 1943 had released their "voices", a kind of poetic aphorisms, an issue borne by them almost only distributed in libraries.
For years, his sentences were passed from hand to hand, photocopied over and over again, copied pages or books, or taken to the dictates when, from time to time, we invited read by radio.
"We live with the hope of becoming a memory," "Everyone can kill me, but everyone can not hurt me ";" There are forgetting that he forgets "...
There, at home, often received his friends, and was writing," Those little things I do "as he defined them, and fascinated, in Paris, Breton and Quenneau. few years ago editorial published Pre-texts Collected Voices . Manuel Borrás had found one of his books in a library old, in Buenos Aires, and was fascinated by his poetry and lucid and melancholic look. died in 1968, after slipping on the stairs, which had risen to one of the prune trees in his garden.
"I bring flowers," he wrote, "where they know you and I know you, in two different places"
And I spoke with nostalgia of an old collection of Dick Turpin read as a child, and has not returned to them on the shelves, and that poems published by his father in 1919, higher life Another -the only book that was at home during time-in which she learned to read, and time, and almost without trying, poetry. 
