Currently, there is a disturbing fact: 49.4% of the titles available in bookshops in Spain will sell some examples within a year. that’s it now the whole world is writing, but it doesn’t matter because nobody reads.
It’s a great feeling from here. Loneliness like a real movie. Bergmanian non-communication. Deaf girl.
Psychologists contacted us (which machines: while we pay cash), que sick e.g hard to decidebut it was a lie.
Illness is hard to recover from.
I imagine a thousand people writing cards that they throw into the ocean in bottles that Nadie will never catch on a good tide because the whole world on the other side is busy writing cards that they throw into the ocean in boats.
It’s a beautiful curse. Damn what.
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I remember the stories they told me about a girl in which a man in his misfortune had an opportunity to do something for others, but he didn’t do it (that was our idea of his moral disaster) and as a result of that decision he went to live his own life. No, sorry and no. It was poetic justice, the only one we had in hand.
If we’ve forgotten a bit, I’ll explain: that our fate is intertwined with others, like silla mimbres.
Actually, I don’t think most people are interested in literature. After all, I knew it was hard. All the books that saturate the market are just a slightly more prestigious form of micro reading. Ellos no quieren escribir. Quieren publishing house.
I finally want to be famous.
This is just a trampoline. Write down how he speaks in words before the marks: until he interrupts them within two pages. Last standing ovation.
Entiéndeme: I think I want to be famous and palettes.
I believe what I say Manuel Vincent in the podcast Hotel Jorge Juan that the ideal is not to be famous, but a little popular, just as the mechanic will be late for your car or go to your favorite restaurant and give you food.
I would add that the perfect, rational popularity is the one you have to enter Time II with without doing so. What’s more, it’s obscene.
Leo a Pessoa on this: “The cebreus is a plebeian, so he must hurt a gentle soul. He is a plebeian because he is evident, the center of all glances, and makes the gentle creature feel a strange exterior with creatures who arm themselves with scandal in the streets.”
Fernando Pessoa with twenty séis años.
This is my favorite part: “A man who is famous in his intimate life: if the walls of his life are made of crystal, his manner of dressing always seems exaggerated. It is clear that he should be very large to be famous at will.”
O sea: who hath sorrow in celebrity. There is profanity in the presumption, a horrible part of the world.
It bothers me even more than a historical gesture, a gesture David Ucles. Mirame. I will say anything with someone who will look at me. I have something to do with what I’m looking for. Touch the piano. Sing. Explain vernaculars. I will feign illness. Amenazareh with the hands of the earth, with the hands of much time. I will self-exile. About the truth that has what it is. Please write a book about what I want. Ninth. I will write a book for you to admire.
I find being famous cute because there’s something massive about it, something social about it, something cheating about it. I remember the book fair where I am Villa Matas sign it with four followers and go back to the trees signature glue and youtubers.
Is it an opportunistic record? No, but I’m sure it’s true. Y disturbing.
That Victoria Pírrica was famous in an era as dull as this.
Being famous is also an exclave of many things and having many services. Your fans are always at the point of hating art, at the point of sacrificing themselves in public. They are fans of admiration and death. This love is the most fragile love in the world.
You are suspended. You will be amazed at the slightest display of your own personality.
It’s time for glory. Now is the right moment. The time of literature is different: one year, one decade. Slowly the time of literature is wide and always is.
Leo a Umbralemotional: “I write, every morning, I sit at the machine, I say that dark liquids rise to me, the brightness of the night, and all the flow of language passes through something, someone, because writing is a passive thing against which one believes, just as reading is something active, creative, voluntary”.
Isn’t it beautiful? Umbral defines the notation of disappearancea translucent and open font, not a dull and limited font, not a fine font.
Umbral listens to the sound of the world and makes sure that the writing is “just a trance song”.
“Modern linguists say that we do not speak a language until the language speaks through us. It is the flow of language that is set in motion when I am in the car. The world is expressed through me. It must be transparent for the world to pass through speech configured as speech. There are days when the transparent arises, and therefore it is appropriate to try them to write.”
God That’s how it was.
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