JUAN EMAR AYER PDF
Álvaro Yáñez Bianchi, más conocido por el seudónimo Juan o Jean Emar ( Santiago de Chile, Sus obras más destacadas son la colección de cuentos Diez (), las novelas breves Ayer, Un año, y Miltín (todas publicadas en ). Juan Emar has 16 books on Goodreads with ratings. Juan Emar’s most popular book is Ayer. Download Citation on ResearchGate | Juan emar’s ayer: Pataphysics impressions of modernity | This study intends to propose an interpretation of Ayer, by Juan.
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Is it possible to paint like this? You two forget that I am not a happy man. Then I thought a change of subject would be wise.
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In general, they are slender, tall, graceful; they smile, they lower their lids, they lift their breasts when they breathe. I will crush them, grind them up, tear their insides to pieces to extract and expel all the reds of their blood.
And so on for all the domains of nature and the universe, since if it were otherwise, as we have said, all would be chaos. Then he asked me:. It was a sincere statement directed solely at his art, or more accurately at the atmosphere in which it came to be, since, in all honesty, he had shown us nothing yet of his work and the last canvas I had seen of his was from five years earlier.
For a long time I searched for the cause of my disquiet, but with no success. Only every quarter of an hour he would say:.
As such, it is not worthwhile to insist on it. Greenish grey, grayish green, jungle or young eucalyptus, say it how you like, but it has an effect on you. I pricked up my ears. The green of God. And because of this, when I saw them disappear, I felt imbalanced, like I was falling into the abyss. Afterwards we both coincided in a coffee. We sat down once again. When he saw us from behind his canvas, he approached us.
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However it may be, we agree on the existence of this part. A thing of little importance, moreover. Our good friend was shouting like a wild boar.
And work is hard for me, working makes me suffer. In their simple enumeration I would fill ten volumes and juqn, if I wanted to enumerate the relation of every green enumeration with every other one, a hundred volumes would not be enough. Picarones in sugar sauce. My wife and I were plunged into a mute contemplation. I will only say, to aid the better emarr of the canvases, that each red leaned, according to necessity, toward a blackish maroon on one side, toward a garish vermillion on the other; it gave in submissively, faithfully, with a love so great for the jun of greens that surrounded it, that even its very shape took part in that perfect bipolarity.
It is enough to say it like this.
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I felt my legs giving out. I swim smoothly through the air, getting caught up in the smoke of my pipe. I will make them all with the bloody and macerated bellies of those men: And the green of the relationship between my wife and I. The leaves turn the light green. Like what you read? And of him and I. I started right in on the art of good painting, saying to my friend:. Blood pudding with mashed potatoes.
At times the red was long and sinuous, coiled like a snake; at others, ekar was a blotch torn into pieces; others, a little point of spicy red pepper; others, beautiful branches of an advanced cancer; in sum—perfection, what the hell!
Yes, but, where would I start the first line of the mear page of the first volume? By arrangement with the estate of Juan Emar. And in that case, not you or your distinguished little woman, not I or my paintings or anything else. Lucuma fruit with cream.
We, out of courtesy, approached him. Until next time then, very soon.
Well, its screeching song of exploding colors reached the studio through the high window, crossed through it at the normal speed, and came to rest above our heads. Believe me, for the love of Juab And this, I believe, is sufficient to pay the respect that my friend deserves.
We fell silent, the three of us smoking. Scarcely one or two little red flowers. The green of silence, the green of murmurings, the green of pandemonium. He offered us seats.