nine years ago today that left the world of the living the same day and almost at the same time that I read my doctoral thesis before a faculty quintet bulging eyes. I heard about the strange coincidence a few weeks later, refusing to judge the awkward irony of fate. Then, the generosity of his sister Mariola handed me his notebooks, old papers, was letting loose notes here and there this man makings of a writer, or vice versa. The book I edited that still-unpublished editorial contempt is a device that more than one that I know will explode in the face when the legacy will see the light, graduating, and is titled, The true artist . Today, beating the ninth anniversary Jorge's death, I wanted to remember it here and highlight their talent with a bunch of pansies sought in the bazaar of his words. Helos:
From now on he will not talk about authors, but works. Blessed
unpublished poets, because there are non-despotic view of the living and rest on the faith of a higher truth.
The first thing to an artist's exile, and second, immediately, do not forget their origins.
The contradiction is the daughter of intuition and the mother of truth.
of plenty who runs the risk of drowning in their misery.
learns to write by writing: to honor the infinitive is to grovel before the gerund.
His anger was shared so long and so mutual that they no longer had time to "rencorciliarse" .
Post a pseudonym must be like being born again.
A suicide is the height of arrogance.
No artist is not fully embody and consume generous pride, the humility of the artisan sovereign.
more rebellious spirits are also the more permissive. Why?
If you eat the world, as you say, end up alone and no one to tell, cornered by indigestion or vomiting.
If poetry is humility, the greatest enemy of poetry is the same as the poet says.
Beware the wit of a sentence if the horizon hides complex discourse, and those trees that destroy the beauty proud solidarity of the forest.
Is lawful self-citation, or de-legitimized and born in original sin?
In art, it is not compete, but to get there: only mediocrity is reduced to the competition.
attribute "Perfect" should always put it in quotes. Edit
is a concession, perhaps weak, almost defeat.
After reading my poems called me clever. Witty said, not great. Here too the language is just and cruel, and conclusive.
Is there pride in the continuing vindication of the substantive value of humility as an artist?
