Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Homemade Sausage Stuffers

literature, songs, changes




in the afternoon I gave a talk streaming Nacho Vegas at the House of America last week, entitled "There are some singers who read ". Among other things, goes something like this (the transcription is mine, and quite free):


Literature is to go beyond the referential meaning of words. Got something ahead and if someone looks a little more than sure you know say something revealing. Writing is through things. For me writing songs is to look at things not only face, but cross them and look a little further. I think literature is anywhere, in a lot of sites. In a bar in a cinema queue. You must take the words and use them revolutionary, taking them further.

When I think of literature, not just thinking about books, but in limited events in which someone says something that opens up a world.
Life is full of things that take you to each other.


After discovering (late, as usual for me), now there are chapters of the seventh season of Grey's Anatomy . The sixth season ended in a shootout, one of the chapters of most shocking season finale I've seen. And he says this: (the last part, with music that heads this post)

Every cell in the human body regenerates every seven years on average. Like snakes, in our opinion, we moved the skin. Biologically we are new people. Perhaps

seem the same. The change is not visible. At least, not most. But all change completely. Forever.

When we say that people do not change, scientists throw their hands in their head. Because change is the only constant in science. Energy, matter, are always changing, metamorphosing, merging, growing, dying. Unnatural is that people try not to change. We want to hold on to what it was like before instead of letting it be what it is. We want to hold on to old memories instead of generating others. We insist on believing that, despite scientific evidence, everything in life is permanent. Change is constant. That change how we live depends on us.


Again things chains. The you open worlds, which will lead to others. Look beyond. Through reality only with words. Discover insights into everyday events, objects around in the people we meet, in what happens to us every day and what is not happening to us ever.

And then reflect on the changes. Rebirths. Opportunities. And how to tackle them. Start

a month.

And in three weeks will be spring.

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