Imagine
this, like The Martians Chronicles, that reading books were as playing a
musical instrument: we lay our index finger above a book's word sentence
and we move it on along with our voice reading; like playing a trumpet, a
flute. Words come out in synchrony with the dance of our finger: it might be
great but it won’t just be like that. There's a little beyond, and it's that
thoughts will also come up from it. So playing book reading will not only be
for feeding our spirit (like music does) but getting some knowledge as well. This
could mean that at some point people might be empty of ideas, so they'll need
to play book reading... In a way, I
guess, we all need some book reading but there can be a kind of danger, and
it's that what words are going to be read, what sentences, what ideas. Words
may become more dangerous than actions, and that's my doubt for this sharing
piece: aren't words actually more dangerous than actions?
Blog dedicado a la redacción de escritos, en su mayoría originales. /Blog focused on original writings mostly
miércoles, 5 de octubre de 2016
lunes, 3 de octubre de 2016
It is by a fast gesture how the rest notices about us
Let's
leave something here. Just for reflection. I saw about an hour ago a lady
trying to make it to the next street as fast as she could. She was running
energetically. I could see a sort of desperation in her face. It felt so close,
so close that I got sad at it… I felt some kind of sorrow on my own. A little
later I started wondering if such a feeling tends to be sensed by everyone, and
then I realized people don't usually spend too much time at sympathizing
neighbors, at least no more than making themselves sympathized. The thing is,
and that's perhaps why I want you to read this and also write me about: that it
is precisely when we force our body for a quicker move that we realize how we
might be feeling, and a little beyond: it is by a fast gesture how the rest
notices about us. For instance, if there´s a bit of compassion around, it may
be shown by looking at our faces when we act mechanical rather than when we
carry intentionally a sad expression expecting to be noticed...
sábado, 1 de octubre de 2016
we tend to be more objective under second languages, so why not using it?
Regards.
I
believe we establish a deeper and more effective exchange of ideas by written
words. When someone reads, brain builds a space for thoughts, for memory
visitors and reflection guests. They all share and develop themselves in such a
room a person is creating with every page turned or every chapter
finished. It is the way we cuddle from
the inside. Writing is also so, but from a different perspective. The way we
catch a moment in a picture we catch a thought over a paragraph as well.
I
like to catch my thoughts and also enjoy building my own space of reflections
by reading others, that’s what I like from posting, that’s what internet and
blogging are very useful too. I understand there must be a cover letter every
time somebody intents applying for a job. This is something we’re not used to
back here in Venezuela. Most of my writing job is posted in Spanish. I’m
Spanish speaker but I’m trying this in English because in way I’m enjoying it.
Besides, our consciousness changes with the language we speak in (I read an
article about it) we tend to be more objective under second languages, so why
not using it? I thank you in advance for letting these lines reach your
lecture…
Sincerely
yours
Orlan
Silva
@OrlanSilva
miércoles, 28 de septiembre de 2016
Oh lines, oh abroad!
Eventually
the only right left is the right to lie ourselves and learn to feel comfortable
at it, which is neither like dreaming or hoping, nope, and of course nor about
cheating on or lying to each other. We´re aware of what’s become unaffordable nowadays,
still, we keep on posing and posting with this sort of ideal of looking cool,
wealthy, perhaps, showing a nice moment framed in a photograph and writing some
impressions about a foreign matter, like such a thing matters, and yet we do it
so. Some of us, more often than we’d like to, wait on a line for getting some groceries
(that’s the day routine in Venezuela) and while we´re waiting, under a very hot
morning; laughter and flirts can be noticed. I saw a girl put some make up on when
she was reaching the cashier, after that I heard her say she had made it, that she
had persuaded the man to allow her take two more packs of milk, so she took
four instead of two. This is one of the cases what beauty and make up might be
useful for these days, but that’s not why I said we lie to ourselves. In a case
like the girl’s she lied to herself previously, when she was telling the man
before me that she had a cousin living abroad and that she was taking modeling
classes because out there, where her cousin is, there are a lot of job offers
for models. The thing is I am her cousin and I’m not living abroad, I was just
after the man she spoke with and I know she’s not taking any classes at all…
lunes, 26 de septiembre de 2016
Conversaciones entrecortadas…
Te
lo dije, sí, luego de un buen rato de silencio y de que nuestros pulgares copularan
con las pantallas del celular, además de reírnos sin mirarnos: te dije lo que
pasaría, y me pediste que lo repitiera, porque es que siempre aquel fulano que
vive en no sé dónde envió el no sé qué que como siempre, hay que ponerle una
pausa a la conversación en vivo; y ése es otro tema, pero lo abordaremos luego:
la virtualidad nos ha hecho concebir la idea de que la pausa, así, estilo
control remoto; debe hacerse en persona porque lo comunicado a través del
celular no puede esperar, y bajo esa idea incluso hasta aguantamos las ganas de
ir al baño, cuando no podemos llevarnos el teléfono debido a que se está
cargando. Pero bueno. Te dije… te dije que si el referendo no se hacía en el dos
mil dieciséis, lo que iba a ocurrir era que, al recoger el veinte por ciento
para su solicitud, éste no iba a ser recaudado, pero no porque falte gente,
gente hay, y de sobra, sino por las formas, la logística: atravesar la ciudad,
hacer la cola, en este momento hay múltiples formas de retener a un puñado de
gente en un sector por horas: el metro, la remodelación o más bien reparación de
una arteria vial. Hay formas, y van a usarse todas, todas, porque la meta es la
noticia: conseguir la afirmación para el mundo: que nuestra democracia ha
hablado, que la oposición no tiene la gente, pero como respetamos la voluntad
de los firmantes (que técnicamente y con premeditación y alevosía van a ser
menos que los que participaron en las elecciones presidenciales), igual vamos a
convocar el tan anhelado referendo revocatorio por allá, por el final del
primer trimestre del año que viene. De esta manera se podrán retrasar las elecciones
de gobernadores y conseguir una coyuntura electoral, la cual obligará a los
poderes a priorizar qué debemos elegir primero. Se puede pasar un tiempo en
eso, y todos querrán una cara, una consigna, un mensaje: un presupuesto, porque
todo esto se hace con dinero, y por
dinero nos dirán también lo que se debe priorizar… te me quedaste viendo, sin
prestarme mucha atención. Creo que el cuento te lo hice muy largo y te hice
perder la idea de lo que ibas a decirme, porque así son las conversaciones de
hoy; entrecortadas por el teléfono. Creo más bien que el teléfono nos entrecorta
los pensamientos, por eso quizás nos cuesta tanto la acción. Ir, buscar,
revisar, leer bien, qué va… Te molestaste pero luego se te pasó, llegó la
comida y teníamos hambre, el aroma finalmente habló y me dijiste entre bocados:
si la gente concibe esa idea se desmotivará, y eso el país no se lo puede
permitir. Ya hay bastante mediocre por ahí que sonríe con picardía porque
conoce al zutano que le consigue la Harina Pan. Eso, entre miles de cosas más
que mejor hablamos luego… ni has empezado a comer por tener el teléfono en la
mano…
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