MISCELLANEA AD ABSURD
In this pestanya trobareu pensaments d'autors that somehow have an impression or fins i tot lead to the longest life (Bertrand Russell, Marguerite Yourcenar, Pablo Neruda, Jorge Luis Borges, Felix Dahn.
There are also curteous phrases that are likely to be pleasing for various reasons , embarrassments of own collita, and curiosities of different signs or simply historical fets, of variable length ("Les abelles i les mathematàtiques", "La invenció del joc dels escacs" , “Tirèsies, l'endevinaire cec”, “Infern exotèrmic i endotèrmic”, “El solfeig”, “El meteorit de Chicxulub”, “Faust”, “L'esfinge”, “La guerra dels 30 anys”, “Sobre plagues de llangostes "," L'Encylopédie ").
Ahead trobareu the contes Secció or Relats curts, n'hi vuit has in total, on various molt afraid i diferents époques, on history, naturalesa or l'humor, sovint surreal, poden be the central theme ( "The Matalas assassí "," el salsitxaire de Titisé "," Folleu, folleu, maleïts. Tours per un bordell "," La caixa de música "," The physics of the lluna ", The migrating llagosta and the descobriment d'Amèrica", " La Yacu Mana de l'Amazònia ”,“ A possible love ”.
Finally there is available an other work meva, la darrera, a black comedy written only per riure, i vaig riure molt, "Seven crimes by copulation", the investigation and complete resolution of the Estrany cas d'Espuelitas, published in 2015 by l'editorial Platform. Margarito Micifú, the seu author, is the meu pseudònim, I don't have the courage to pose the real meu nom. I recommend that Vegeu presented it from the book that is going to the Abacus library in Barcelona, it will be really fun (format with short version, 3 minutes, and long version, 16 minutes).
Presentation-synopsis of the work: The manuscript " Seven crimes by copulation " was found by chance in an office of lost objects. This is the beginning of the investigations of Victorino Delicado, head of the Comissaria del Barri d'Espuelitas, who will co-operate with the police insight Jacinto Galí Matías. Unes mortals that resemble accidentals will turn according to all the indicis into crimes. Ara, Victorino and Jacinto try to arrest an assassin squad en sèrie, who claims to have escaped a cop and an altre of the police station. The house sembla does not carry enlloc, fins that the author-editor Margarito Micifú, perplex due to the roughness of the house, decides to investigate the seu compte. In the seva investigation it is trobarà with religious of terbol passat, eccentric scientists, traffickers, a corrupt jutge, l'àngel Serafín ... and les enginyoses polseretes Cleofàs. The authorities are warned and I want to tell you that you see Margarito, not this davant d'un joc. All the fets are real and they are in good stead. The calm litat d'Espuelitas cal to maintain, it cost the what it cost
About this work, the literary critics Francisco García Lorenzana and Àlex Pla Delmulle, will write that “it is traca d'una novel·la unclassifiable of the genre police-fantastic-religiós that in molts moments reminds les pel·lícules d'Álex de la Iglesia i en d'altres a Almodóvar, with a literary bon style that llisca cap the comic and absurd sense that in cap moment fell into ridicule. The novel forces the reader to accept from the beginning the joc de deixar-se behave on the premises of history; and in this sentit it is tracta d'a work that is gaudeix d'a print or that is unbearable. The proposed proposition was only accepted by the unconditional surrender or the rebuig sense pal·liatius: it does not existix terme mig i per això no deixa indifferent: either esteem or s'odia ”.
“Novel·la de crims i misteri, opera bufa, comèdia negra entretingudíssima and original that explains the mysterious crimes that may happen in the imaginary neighborhood of Espuelitas. It is tracta d'una satira, an approach to the comic, entertaining and hilarious on es succeeixen situations that recall movies like "The Miracle of P. Tinto" by the German Fesser, or "Delicatessen" by Jeunet i Caro. Ens trobem doncs davant d'a fresh, unclassifiable, powerful torrential work that delights the readers of Mendoza, Valle Inclán, Alejandro Casona, Miguel Mihura, Francisco Ibáñez, Pablo Tuset, Alfred Jarry, Ionesco, Rompetechos or the comissari San-Antonio , on inventions worthy of Professor Bacterio is barregen amb situations abracadabrants that ensarrosseguen cap to an unstoppable and priceless carousel impossible to resist. A work that enchants you in the excess and in the exaggeration that propels the grotesque, but that most brings the love that the author poses in the serious characters and in the novel. In short, a different work, really recommended and that donates an endangered country in the Valleinclanesque tradition ”.
“For what I have lived, three simple but overwhelmingly intense passions have ruled my life: the lust for love, the search for knowledge and an unbearable pity for the suffering of humanity. These three passions, like great gales, have carried me here and there on a changing route over a deep ocean of anguish to the very edge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it involves ecstasy, an ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed the rest of my existence for a few hours of this joy. I have looked for it, secondly, because it relieves loneliness; that terrible loneliness with which a tremulous conscience looks out to the edge of the world to look out over the cold and unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have looked for it, finally, because in the union of the love I have seen, in a mystical miniature, the anticipated vision of heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I was looking for and, although it may seem too good for this human life, this is what, at last, I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wanted to understand the hearts of men. I have wanted to know why the stars shine, and I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by virtue of which number dominates flow. Some of this I have accomplished, although not much.
Love and knowledge, to the extent that both were possible, transported me to heaven. But pity always made me come back to earth. The echo of cries of pain resounds in my heart. Starving children, tortured victims of oppressors, helpless elderly, hateful burden for their children, and a whole world of loneliness, poverty and pain make a mockery of what human existence should be. I ardently desire to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, I also suffer.
This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the opportunity were offered to me. "
Writing a book is easy. Make
only a pen, ink and paper are missing,
- that patiently supports any-
want abuse -.
Printing a book is already more difficult,
because genius often expresses itself
sa with illegible handwriting.
Reading books is even more difficult
cause of the threat of sleep.
But selling a book is the task
more arduous to which a human being
cannot be dedicated.
Jorge Luis Borges
if I could live my life again
Next time I would try to make more mistakes.
Do not try to be so perfect, I would relax more.
I'd be dumber than I've been
in fact he would take very few things seriously.
It would be less hygienic.
I'd take more risks, take more trips,
I would contemplate more sunrises,
I would climb more mountains, I would swim more rivers.
I'd go to more places I've never been
I would eat more ice cream and less beans,
I would have more imaginary and less imaginary problems.
I was one of those people who lived sensible
and prolifically every minute of his life.
Of course I had moments of joy,
But if I could go back I would try
to have only good times.
In case you don't know, that's what life is made of,
just moments, don't miss the now ...
I was one of those who never went anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle,
an umbrella and a parachute;
If I could live again, I would travel lighter.
If I could live again I would start to go barefoot
early spring and would stay that way until fall.
I'd spin the merry-go-round more, I'd watch more sunrises
and I would play with more children, if I had my life ahead of me again.
But you see, I am 85 years old and I know that I am dying.
Jorge Luis Borges
"When the gods no longer existed
and Christ had not yet appeared,
there was a unique moment in history,
from Cicero to Marcus Aurelius,
in which man was alone ”.
Marguerite Yourcenar in " Memories of Hadrian "
(from the correspondence of Gustave Flaubert)
It dies slowly . Poem
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself dies slowly. He who destroys his self-love dies slowly, who does not allow himself to be helped.
A person who becomes a slave to habit dies slowly, repeating the same routes every day, who does not change brand, does not risk wearing a new color and does not speak to those who do not know.
He who makes television his guru dies slowly.
Those who avoid a passion, who prefer black on white and dots on the "ies" to a whirlwind of emotions, precisely those that rescue the brightness of the eyes, smiles from yawning, hearts from stumbling and feelings, dies slowly.
He dies slowly who does not turn the table when he is unhappy at work, who does not risk the truth for the uncertain to go after a dream, who does not allow himself, at least once in his life, to flee from sensible advice.
Those who spend their days complaining about their bad luck or the incessant rain slowly die. Those who abandon a project before starting it, who do not ask about an unknown matter or who do not respond when asked about something they know, slowly die slowly.
Let's avoid death in soft installments, always remembering that being alive requires a much greater effort than the simple act of breathing. Only ardent patience will make us achieve splendid happiness.
“On doit des égards aux vivants; on ne doit aux morts que la vérité ” (Voltaire)
Arrival that encapsulates the Biographie Universelle ancienne et moderne, published in the direction of M. Michaud (1842-1854)
"Tantum series juncturaque pollet, tantum de medio sumptis accedit honoris" (Horaci)
LLegenda that encapçala l'Encyclopédie de Diderot i D'Alembert. I would say that "so much power is obtained from the big things, with honor it is rep de les petites).
"In the shadow of a man who walks there are more enigmas than in all the religions of the world." (Vita Sackville-West)
"It is terrible to see ignorance in action" (Goethe)
In the summer of 1798, Joseph Banks offered Mungo Park, the source of the Niger River, a commission for an expedition to Australia, and at first he accepted. But Banks later received a surprising letter from Park in which Park said that he had changed his mind, since he thought that the salary of 10 shillings a day was very low, and adding that "pecuniary considerations, however despicable as they may be in themselves They serve as a good measure to judge the importance or usefulness of any trade or occupation ”.
Facts are sacred. Opinions are free . (Maxima dels journalistes anglosaxons)
"There is nothing more dangerous for oneself than being charged with reason, and no one more dangerous for others than the one who is charged with reason." (Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio)
"A preface is that which is written after the book, it is put before and it is not read neither before nor after". (Pitigrilli)
"The nature of proud and vile men is to be insolent in prosperity and abject and humble in adversity." (Nicholas of Machiavelli)
"The emotion felt when transmitting knowledge is great. But it is not comparable, in intensity, to the one felt at the moment of acquiring it." (Xavier Sistach)
L'albí nuvi nubi du el vi sa al dur savi nu.
Vens bons vins? No, I beat "bombins".
Un bell boví beu un vell vi bo
The beautiful vetlla l'abella vella
Val to say Saladí that ets "trivial"
Veu the viu qui of the vici of the bike viu.
L'Alba overturned the bowl. The bowl was worth the price. Tea l'alba el val pel bol?
Val el val pel flew what flew?
Val, Balzac, the Tsar Baltasar?
(Dolors Mateo and Xavier Sistach, 02.23.2002, at 00:19)
In a valley of Biscaia there are vetllades ballades. Visca i avall!
(Xavier Sistach, 02.23.2002, at 2:59 p.m.)
Visca i avall a la vall de Biscaia. Hi has vetllada ballada i un all
(Xavier Sistach, on 02.23.2005, at 7:50 p.m.)
The invention of the game of chess
Tiresias, the blind fortune teller
The Thirty Years' War
The Chicxulub meteorite
Exothermic and endothermic hell
Bees and mathematics
About locust pests
Tadeo Matacán was found by his mother inside the folding bed in his room. Was dead. Incomprehensibly, that bed fell back on itself with the boy inside it, and he was drowned and half crushed.
Police were searching for suspects for a death that did not appear accidental. Tadeo weighed 67 kilograms and was 1.74 meters tall. It was not possible for the bed to fold up by itself with the body inside, the law of gravity can allow objects to fall, never rise. It was clear that someone, from the outside, lifted the bed with Thaddeus inside and fitted it inside the furniture. In addition, the rubber bands that serve to hold the quilt so that it does not fall apart, known as octopuses, crossed the body of the deceased and grabbed him by the wrists as if to prevent him from escaping ...
This is a story that Pilarín Dete Malva-do-Satán wrote, a woman of great curiosity but of little insight. She went on a tourism trip for the elderly to southern Germany, and it was the coach guide who explained her to the entire passage to entertain them.
It is a story that occurred in the 18th century. The manuscript came to me by chance, I don't know Pilarín, but I found what she wrote interesting and I wanted to reproduce exactly the spelling that the author used to refer to the characters of German origin. I really thought the transcription he made of sounds that were absolutely strange to his ears was funny ...
I am convinced that what really moves humans, men and women, is sex. And in this case I will refer, without taboos, openly, about sex for sex's sake, but paying; money for favors. Isn't that what we usually do, buy what satisfies us? Well, in sex it is the same: professionals who offer services. They leave us satisfied and in return we pay for their dedication, courage, bravery and contained scruples.
My name is Calandria Ortuondo, I am known as Calandria “Pechugas”, and I am the director of the “Sex-Sassions” massage center, an exclusive lupanar that fulfills what it advertises: “sexsational sex sessions”. My story will deal with the activities that happen in my place on any given day. The information is true and taken first hand; I have been a direct witness or have been informed by my workers, I know them in depth ...
The story I am about to tell is real and was partially transmitted by the prestigious psychiatrist Dr. Nicolás Cevallos, may he rest in peace.
A patient of yours, Mr. Anselmo R., a schizophrenic with a mild prognosis, was listening to the radio. They broadcast a scientific outreach program where they dealt with the issue of old age and its associated diseases. He was already an advanced age and the subject deeply disturbed him. He closed the radio and immediately suffered the first convulsions due to anxiety. He could not control himself or stop moving and this infuriated him and made him more violent. He threw the radio down hard and it was shattered. Then he continued with the furniture, paintings, chairs, tables, cutlery, crockery, glassware and everything that fell into his hands. When there was nothing left to destroy, he collapsed to the ground, exhausted, and fell asleep ...
Angelina Lupi is one of the best clients of the Mary Montaña hairdresser, and is known as "silverfish" because of the bugs she brings in her clothes when she gets the perm done. She is also one of the best prepared clients, as her son Tomasín is a renowned researcher, has won many awards and works at the University. He confidentially tells her the latest scientific discoveries and she generously reproduces them to illustrate Mary and the clients of that establishment. His intention is that these good women stop being so big and worry about the important things in life.
In days gone by, Angelina told a truly amazing story. He affirmed that it is an evidence that the Moon cannot stand in the sky without more; that there is something that keeps it firm, fixed in space. And we know that there are no strings or strings to hold it up. Therefore, without anchors, it should fall heavily onto the Earth; It is known that everything that goes up, goes down ...
It was already known that Christopher Columbus did not discover America. The Vikings  were the first to set foot on the islands that border the northeast mainland, although they were unable to establish themselves permanently. And it has been known that irrefutable physical evidence has been found confirming the Viking presence much further south of Newfoundland, in the middle of the United States. It is evidence achieved in the most unimaginable way.
In the Beartooth mountains  is the so-called Grasshoppers Glacier, the lobster glacier, located 3,200 meters high, which has been retreating on its surface due to the increase in temperature produced by the supposed climate change ...
On November 4, 1972, Mr. Otto Hoffmansegg was navigating the Amazon river Pañayacu, in Ecuador, together with his three children, Klaus, Hermann and Hermelinda, plus the Indian Apolinario, a brave and hard-working guide who knew all the roads of Jungle. They were heading to the Pamfilia mission, admired for its white beaches. There they could easily hunt the “motelo” turtles and collect the delicious eggs that were sold at a good price in the Puerto Orellana market.
They would also take advantage of the trip to bring supplies to Father Cesarín Santos, Trinitínio missionary outstanding in that mission so far from the commercial routes. Father Cesarín had for companions two dogs affected by severe bronchitis and two pigs that went by the name of Faustín and Faustillo, which seemed to be ninety years old and had sold their souls to the devil to obtain wisdom. They had survived the most terrible famines of Father Cesarín and his attempt to eat them, but they perceived it and disappeared by magic. They only reappeared when the priest had satisfied his hunger with the miraculous ingestion of some food that appeared by divine cause, there was no other explanation ...
At the end of the 18th century, a beautiful, tender and hazardous love story took place. It is said that in the world there are circumstances difficult for our limited human mind to understand. Assuming that there are superior beings, benefactors, who propitiate these events, and I believe in them, I am convinced that this story was imagined from beyond by a cherub , named Dom Quérubon. From a dimension unknown to us, his dream came true on our earth plane. Little did the characters who lived through this story imagine that their circumstances were not due to chance ...