tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54095906257608964362024-02-19T20:05:54.113-05:00Quaderno 54Apuntes 30ºHugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-42452667793344465982013-09-09T03:29:00.000-04:002013-09-09T03:29:36.349-04:00Ludwig Börne<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_B%C3%B6rne">Börne</a> wrote, and I wish I knew where, <i>For three successive days force yourself to write without denaturalizing or hypocrisy everything that crosses your mind. Write what you think of yourself, your wives, Goethe, the Turkish war, the Last Judgment, your superiors and you will be stupefied to see how many new thoughts have poured forth. That is what constitutes the art of becoming an original writer in three days</i>.<div>
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A word to the wise, as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_S._Burroughs">William S Burroughs</a> would say and it seems as if <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmanuel_Carr%C3%A8re">Emmanuel Carrère</a> took it to heart.<br /><br /></div>
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Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-34090753982543057402013-06-16T04:16:00.003-04:002013-06-16T04:16:37.430-04:00House<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Allow the house to grow on you. Ease into it. Remember it too has needs like plants. It is the habitat. If only I can control the terrain.<br /></div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-31580787710062259542013-06-09T19:15:00.000-04:002013-06-09T19:15:05.830-04:00The National Security State<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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By the time Henry Wallace was marginalized by Truman; the anarchists, Marxist-Leninist, socialist and other left groups were out of the picture in US politics. With Wallace went the social-democrats and the left wing of the Democratic party. The National Security State replaced the Republic and since then eleven men have served as chief executives. XII will asume the post punctually at noon 20 January 2017, rest assured and stand at ease.<br /></div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-5293688527680511682013-04-18T02:48:00.000-04:002013-04-18T02:48:47.153-04:00Listen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Let´s do it for the old days or like them.<br />
Can you go without filling the body, making an anchor in the inner belly?<br />
Still moment stop inert now to listen.<br />
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Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-89737475346262893712013-04-14T03:41:00.001-04:002013-04-14T03:41:49.256-04:00A List<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Vermouth in the afternoon after writing and the early morning field work.</div>
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Reading before dinner.</div>
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Reading, nightcap, fuck*.</div>
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Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-34852342962038782172013-04-05T03:43:00.002-04:002013-04-05T03:43:49.798-04:00La mujer barbuda<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Leo a Jean-Claude Carrière y sus encantos con Buñuel en Toledo. Catedral. Soborno para ver el cuadro y una merienda de Tío Pepe y aceitunas. La ciudad. La catedral y era 1962.<br /></div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-18173300747925734432012-12-28T13:40:00.000-05:002012-12-28T13:40:01.757-05:00Espanto<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lo que vio lo espantó.</div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-64042723612545273892012-10-21T03:01:00.001-04:002012-10-21T03:01:24.379-04:00Wittgenstein<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Y ahora con Ludwig Wittgenstein se salta de una cosa a otra. De la cueva al mar y entre dos momentos de la eternidad. Solo trato de entender.<br />
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Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-65959705954707665502012-09-08T14:45:00.002-04:002012-09-08T14:45:49.867-04:00Digital<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Reading The Paris Review since issue number 48 in 1969 and now go to digital edition and don't know if for long.<br />
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Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-48445074737095881572012-08-17T14:28:00.002-04:002012-10-21T03:26:57.125-04:00Sueño<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hormigas y comejenes y un chorrrito de agua que sale por la pared como un manantial.</div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-67617086674390683832012-08-07T20:03:00.001-04:002012-10-21T03:28:32.902-04:00Mar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A la mar, gritó la bestia. Y sigue la surf y el sol y el jenjén.</div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-70216564576078113322012-06-19T22:51:00.003-04:002012-10-21T03:20:27.019-04:00Roger Clemens<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Roger Clemens found not guilty. An example of jury nullification and a stop to a Congress composed of 435 professional liars that used the Department of Justice to bring charges of perjury against a citizen. The Republic shows signs of life, at times.</span></div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-25142225228815074682012-05-19T12:55:00.001-04:002012-10-21T03:15:53.887-04:00Martin Usborne, Tea with five sugars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-58491300460600723582012-05-18T16:28:00.000-04:002012-10-21T03:18:01.752-04:00Borges<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No sé donde Jorge Luis Borges escribe <i>cualquier destino, por largo y complicado que sea, consta en realidad de un solo momento: el momento en que el hombre sabe para siempre quien es</i>. Y pienso en el arresto y decir no a ser chivato.</div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-13901971321445064582012-03-17T13:30:00.000-05:002012-03-17T13:30:57.876-05:001912 The Maine Buried at Sea<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; margin-bottom: 1em;"><strong>1912 The Maine Buried at Sea</strong></div><div itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 1.467em; margin-bottom: 1em;">HAVANA — The wreck of the Maine was towed out of the harbor and buried at sea to-day. The ceremonies attending the final sinking of the battleship began last night with a banquet at the American Club. Father Chidwick, who was the chaplain of the Maine, delivered the memorial address. The boxes containing the remains of bodies found in the wreck were taken to the City Hall, where they lay in state during the night. Business was entirely suspended to-day. There was a great display of American and Cuban flags entwined with crape. Father Chidwick celebrated a solemn requiem mass this morning.</div></div>Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-79736933140406335672012-01-30T03:30:00.000-05:002012-01-30T03:30:24.489-05:00Castro/Coca-Cola/Guevara-Mercedes-Benz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHdiwjKA1ev5p2xjQxIn9qaLbVmhxF4qzI0mt96t94qxsFGOLDyLW9fZIHnbhyoBym8FQ85MvGwDFJkUMm3xMoqXeOE-K4oplWpV_kmxHPYF58LNjJr2IWnqcrGTJVq9K9PtI92Cas6do/s1600/Che-Merz.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHdiwjKA1ev5p2xjQxIn9qaLbVmhxF4qzI0mt96t94qxsFGOLDyLW9fZIHnbhyoBym8FQ85MvGwDFJkUMm3xMoqXeOE-K4oplWpV_kmxHPYF58LNjJr2IWnqcrGTJVq9K9PtI92Cas6do/s320/Che-Merz.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixVWpXUlFtRwOWmZr5xuiZRhz5fcB3pRl43WyKtM93Sz9gQsoqB-mJv63G-Oul7HMsFgw3DEOWXkrHKuXJ2-QoIer3a4REnAJB0aAPCNpko6rxiWyv-XjAk0d5Gk7wu4BrwfYEZvo5RBrY/s1600/Fidel+comiendo+con+coca+cola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixVWpXUlFtRwOWmZr5xuiZRhz5fcB3pRl43WyKtM93Sz9gQsoqB-mJv63G-Oul7HMsFgw3DEOWXkrHKuXJ2-QoIer3a4REnAJB0aAPCNpko6rxiWyv-XjAk0d5Gk7wu4BrwfYEZvo5RBrY/s320/Fidel+comiendo+con+coca+cola.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>Como en cartelera. Antes del Dr <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Ernesto_Guevara_De_La_Serna_y_Lynch&redirect=no" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-decoration: none;" title="Ernesto Guevara De La Serna y Lynch">Ernesto Guevara De La Serna y Lynch</a> se presentó el Dr Fidel Alejandro Castro Ruz. Guevara muerto y hecho una momia y Castro vivito y coleando disfrutando de un momento.</div>Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-39390147511735787822012-01-15T04:04:00.000-05:002012-01-15T04:04:31.120-05:00Serra's Writings and Finnegans Wake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBpSND4ebMby8omgH01hMtuNQgmxGN1vVvaX4K8uEgakvsDaQrb6VqphN7N9UsaNdtvIXGjADa8WLrb1AIbpBXadc__6nI_StFpZGMSNy7V_sxi98xzsy30z3Qy187sLPZaW_a2RKNCvZ/s1600/Serra+Tilted+Arc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBpSND4ebMby8omgH01hMtuNQgmxGN1vVvaX4K8uEgakvsDaQrb6VqphN7N9UsaNdtvIXGjADa8WLrb1AIbpBXadc__6nI_StFpZGMSNy7V_sxi98xzsy30z3Qy187sLPZaW_a2RKNCvZ/s320/Serra+Tilted+Arc.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I am unable to visualise what Richard Serra describes in his texts. It is like reading geometry or the explanation of a locked-room murder mystery. Unintelligible until I see the diagram. <i>La <a href="http://buscon.rae.es/draeI/SrvltConsulta?TIPO_BUS=3&LEMA=maqueta">maqueta</a>. </i>Yet on the page it is as concrete as <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegans_Wake">Finnegans Wake</a> </i>and the text is the sculpture.</div>Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-74400831735559986292012-01-13T03:14:00.000-05:002012-01-13T03:14:20.525-05:00Marx<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Who wrote <i>After Marx, April</i>?</div>Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-48288837835595611342011-12-04T19:25:00.000-05:002011-12-04T19:25:26.903-05:00RespiraCada día comienza con el amargo suspiro ...Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-70107447130376477972011-10-21T03:35:00.001-04:002012-01-15T04:12:51.105-05:00Point Roberts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYajEM1KDzjwSUQnFSfwKTE11-YfLW7i9plvsJERuupnmXsO_7mkvkcMDhi5_1kh-cJxq_3558NIknMaNUhg3ULo4b9-cX288SPVqU0ThFAxag4OcLn4_4-C4SNk1KcLwRbyF_NovjH2yJ/s1600/washington_pointroberts2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYajEM1KDzjwSUQnFSfwKTE11-YfLW7i9plvsJERuupnmXsO_7mkvkcMDhi5_1kh-cJxq_3558NIknMaNUhg3ULo4b9-cX288SPVqU0ThFAxag4OcLn4_4-C4SNk1KcLwRbyF_NovjH2yJ/s1600/washington_pointroberts2.jpg" /></a></div>I drove into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Point_Roberts">Pt Roberts</a>. No Canada customs. US customs officer asked me, “You here to visit the oddity?” Gas and booze were priced in US $ but Canadian $ accepted one to one. This was, perhaps, 10 years ago. The kids, I think, can go to Canadian schools per a treaty and the BC fire brigades provide service. Cool place.</div>Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-91335711801379072272011-09-11T05:29:00.001-04:002011-09-11T05:29:03.587-04:00SwimYou wear the jacket and it fits. You move in it. It is better than swimming naked and being alone. Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-69460513640712481432011-06-18T20:23:00.001-04:002011-06-19T17:40:03.373-04:00Y Borges<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Releo Jorge Luis Borges y encuentro: <i>el hombre dura menos que la liviana melodía</i>. Y <i>el destierro a Cervantes y el olvido </i>y pienso en el manco en las mazmorras en Argelia y lo que después fué el Quijote. </div>Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-35033254019269923392011-05-16T05:25:00.000-04:002012-10-21T03:33:47.762-04:00The Flapping Fingers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20110515/ap_on_re_us/us_obit_nathan_s_hot_dogs">Murray Handwerker</a>, the scion of the Nathan´s Famous hot dogs founder dies and this quote about him from his son: <br />
"His fingers started flapping like he was using the pincher when he came home from the store," Bill Handwerker said.<br />
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We see it all. The dedication. </div>
Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-5908854732299763582011-05-15T03:11:00.000-04:002011-05-15T03:11:37.493-04:003 a.m.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="tweet-content"> <div class="tweet-row"> <span class="tweet-user-name"> <br />
<span class="tweet-full-name"></span> </span> <div class="tweet-corner"> <div class="tweet-meta"> <span class="icons"> <div class="extra-icons"> <span class="inlinemedia-icons"></span> </div></span> </div></div></div><div class="tweet-row"> <div class="tweet-text pretty-link">3 a.m. Let the night in. The stillness of the predawn hours and the coldest part of the day. Anywhere. The professional cocktail hour.</div></div></div></div>Hugo Blancohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02734159597131023552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409590625760896436.post-54076175645971960772011-04-11T14:44:00.000-04:002011-04-11T14:44:48.695-04:00En la piscina<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwG8L6DSXYZKqPmNtfrFJGlDdbxdukZiO8I2n8gzDMQnSU468-dSYU1ZnMZ05S2uxHdphW-mv_XgX6lXG_Y270LHFtDZ2-QIYR5mVHJEE-NPIAG4Tp43c0ZuSw_xPy_RcC9V1OhD8bmix/s1600/Pool+36%25C2%25BA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwG8L6DSXYZKqPmNtfrFJGlDdbxdukZiO8I2n8gzDMQnSU468-dSYU1ZnMZ05S2uxHdphW-mv_XgX6lXG_Y270LHFtDZ2-QIYR5mVHJEE-NPIAG4Tp43c0ZuSw_xPy_RcC9V1OhD8bmix/s1600/Pool+36%25C2%25BA.jpg" /></a></div>Hoy a 30º <i>(86ºF) </i>y sol que pica. <br />
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