Sunday, July 5, 2009

Lactulose Für Babys

GOTAN_Gelman

And it was the summer of 62 when a young not so BAires born in Villa Crespo (but lives and dies for love in Mexico), lived to recite the word freedom and arming of verses to fly the word revolution . González Tuñón prefaced a book as a tango, but not everyone, but from that born of the social entropy of sung by a madman, a stranger, a child or any mouthed. Such barbarism hyper realistic challengers of the established language appeared to be the new face of Surrealism and Dadaism spewing the forefront of early twentieth century. From the slang or this vesre -as-Tuñón himself as Juan Gelman poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.



Here I present my anthology of this fourth book of Gelman:



GOTAN

That woman looked like the word never,
from her neck rose charm,
a kind of oblivion to save the eye that woman
I settled on the left side.

Attention attention attention
I screamed but she invaded like love, like the night, the latest signs
for fall
did they lay quiet under the wave of their hands.

noise erupted within me dry, falling apart
anger, sadness, Mrs.

rained gently on my bones standing in solitude.

When I was shivering like hell,
with a sharp knife
kill me I'll pass all the death lay with his name, he
move my mouth for the last time.


IN THE FOLDER

I took my love for the stars
amazed and said, Lord love you grow
evening, night and day,
sideways, downwards, between the eyebrows, their noise
do not let me sleep I lost all appetite
and she did greet us, it is useless, useless.

So I took my love,
I cut one arm and one foot, their gadgets, I

a deck of cards and with the pallor of the planets
I played it one night while my heart slowly
whistled, the distracted.


THE FACT AND POETS

Poets die of shame,
any decree prohibits any radio
the slander
poets die of shame.

ever night,
is moving to a poet with camel
pestal ubro of espaminostas Cramer,
shame, shame, say the neighbors,
because it was a good boy.

Many of them are no balls at the time
highlight of the Evening
is not problem, write a rhyme
pa 'posterity.


Mi Buenos Aires Querido

Sitting on the edge of a chair Desfondada,
dizzy, sick, almost alive, write verses

previously lamented the city where I was born
have to catch them, here again my sweet children born

the meantime punishment sweeten you beautifully.
must learn to resist.
not to leave or stay,
to resist, although

sure there will be more pain and oblivion.


MARCH 31


month has ended and the child without coming
and my brother not to return.
have finished the month and did not love you
legs and did not write that poem
autumn in Ontario and I think I went another month

and still did not make the revolution.


REVIEWS


A man wanted a woman violently,
a few people did not seem right, a man wanted
madly fly,
a few people seemed wrong, a man wanted
fiery
and Revolution against the advice of the gendarmerie
climbed over the walls dry than it should,
opened his chest and pulling
around his heart, shaking violently
a woman
flew madly through the roof of the world
and burned villages, flags. DECORATIONS




decorates lord general, admiral decorates
, Brigadier
, my neighbor
police sergeant,
and once decorated the poet
by using words such as fire,
as sun, as hope,
between human misery,

much pain to go no further.


A WOMAN AND A MAN

A woman and a man brought to life,
a woman and a man face to face
inhabit the night, overwhelmed by his hands, free up
heard in the background ,
their heads resting on a beautiful
children they created together, full of sun, light,
woman and a man tied by his lips
slowly fill the night with all his memory,
a woman and a beautiful man on the other
take their place on earth. FINAL




A man has died and are raising their
blood in teaspoons,
dear john, you're dead last.
's no
you earned your pieces drenched in tenderness.


How is possible that you left a hole and no one has ponido

finger for you to stay.

will have eaten all the rage in the world before dying
by
and then sad sad
was supported in his bones.

will get you down, brother,
the earth is shaking you. Let us ensure
spring to see where his hands
driven by rage immortal.


And it was the fall of 09 when a rather young, born in Santiago (but lives and dies for love in Valparaiso), inspired to declaim
word beauty, and adorn themselves in poems to seduce the word
life. Decided to show their "hangover" in Buenos Aires and learn from Gelman in the hands of Professor Mario Golodoff. One day walking through Santa Fe at the edge of Palermo Soho and the harmony of a final (so so) was the beginning, a cross-legged, GOTAN signal that the first edition in rickety shelf of a bookcase proud of being poor. That's life as a tango, and it was. ---


GOTAN JUAN GELMAN

ARMORED
Editions LA ROSA Buenos Aires Stock
Poetry
ARMORED
ROSE Directed by José Luis Mangieri
Drawing Carlos Gorriarena
HORACIO Published by the NESTOR CASAL
Issue 1: December 1962
deposit shall be made by law prevents ARMORED Editions LA ROSA, Corrientes 2565, Buenos Aires, 1965. Printed in Argentine. PRINTED IN ARGENTINA

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Gelman many meetings, always I come to you, obviously, first open letters, then searching the missing sign, then Dark Side Subiela images of the heart, then won the Ibero-American poetry (Neruda), always in your books and other anthologies, once in receiving press Cervantes recently studying you in Buenos Aires, until the last time, first edition of Gotan Project. I do not know how many more arrive, meanwhile I say Back to the South, in music of Piazzolla, lyrics and voice of the Polish Solanas Goyeneche. To listen click here.

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