Oda sad
writer
of dispassionate look, honest, real ...
"How would you see if you know how everything works?"
seems to tell us that dark pupil
talented behind the lens sample monster.
He always knew
unfortunate but struggled
blood and ink to be read,
and never
failed to keep writing. Tallied
rejection after rejection,
no publisher wanted it, and its
exhiliado pen
American, Latino, South,
in Catalonia,
never ceased in its efforts:
continued knitting lives on paper.
He knew that one day play in the first
despite his profession wake
friendly mockery
its human fauna.
was poor, not published, passed
cold and misery,
and only eternal heritage
it were a few memories,
some good, some thugs, bad the rest ...
But he, he was creating and plotting the unreal, what else did he care!
writer was known and honored with responsibility
infernal task, gift duty ... etc.
I just watched a good documentary
about his life and miracles (can you tell?). Bolaño
rose to fame in the mid-forties
(after a handful of awards
literary rather humble), and died
just opened the third millennium.
Bolaño, named Robert ...
I've only read their stories, their detectives
wild and bestial
number
await me in some dark and dusty corner of the library
Old Town. The
seek the good works of Bolaño ...
Bolaño, "infrarrealists? The characters he invented
following beings and friends of the environment,
and when they were naughty
threats to kill them in fiction.
do things ... And they say in the documentary that the glory
came after living
thousand and one calamities,
all celebrity postpartum paperil
not the least affected:
caught him hard and cold as a stone Arctic.
good example to follow, right?
By the way, loved "The Invention of Morel",
book who goes home. I'll read it ...
And of course, made fun of small literary contests
cluttering Spain.
This Saturday,
server will pick one ...
God has good stash,
in the suite of writers
damn
(friend
Bolaño).
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