Taxi

Animación grupal publicada en el canal de Eduardo Machicao

basada en mi cuento "Taxi" de "Cuentos pa' kemarse" (OREM, 2008)

para la clase de audiovisuales de la Escuela de Arte de la PUCP

I'm fuckin tired of everything

If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away

I know when to go out
I know when to stay in
Get things done

I catch a paper boy
But things don't really change
I'm standing in the wind
But I never wave bye-bye

But I try, I try

There's no sign of life
It's just the power to charm
I'm lying in the rain
But I never wave bye-bye

But I try, I try

Never gonna fall for
Modern love - walks beside me
Modern love - walks on by
Modern love - gets me to the church on time
Church on time - terrifies me
Church on time - makes me party
Church on time - puts my trust in god and man
God and man - no confessions
God and man - no religion
God and man - don't believe in modern love

It's not really work
It's just the power to charm
I'm still standing in the wind
But I never wave bye bye

But I try, I try

Never gonna fall for
Modern love - walks beside me
Modern love - walks on by
Modern love - gets me to the church on time
Church on time - terrifies me
Church on time - makes me party
Church on time - puts my trust in god and man
God and man - no confessions
God and man - no religion
God and man - don't believe in modern love
Modern love - walks beside me
Modern love - walks on by
Modern love - gets me to the church on time
Church on time - terrifies me
Church on time - makes me party
Church on time - puts my trust in god and man
God and man - no confessions
God and man - no religion
God and man - I don't believe in modern love

Modern love, Modern love, Modern love, Modern love, Modern love, Modern love
Modern love, Modern love, Modern love, Modern love, Modern love, Modern love

Modern love - Modern love, walks beside me
Modern love - Modern love, walks on by
Modern love - Modern love, walks beside me
Modern love - Modern love, walks on by
Never gonna fall for
Never gonna fall for

HOY ES 1 DE AGOSTO

WELCOME TO THE 27 GENERATION CLUB

My cherie amour, lovely as a summer day
My cherie amour, distant as the milky way
My cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore
You're the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine

In a cafe or sometimes on a crowded street
I've been near you, but you never noticed me
My cherie amour, won't you tell me how could you ignore
That behind that little smile I wore
How I wish that you were mine

Maybe someday, you'll see my face among the crowd
Maybe someday, I'll share your little distant cloud
Oh, cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore
You're the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine

Now I know "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York city

Until you've seen these trash can dreams come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you, mm

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky but they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark out side or light

This Broadway's got, its got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in, oh and
I go my way alone, grow my own
My own seeds shall be sown in New York city
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found, oh

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "good morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark out side or light

And now I know "Spanish harlem" are not just pretty words to say, hmm
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York city

Until you've seen these trash can dreams come true and
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you, yeah
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you, oh

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "good morning" to the night
Well unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it's dark outside or light

Arctic Monkeys con su "Suck it and see" es lo mejor en rock (o sea, con el feelin' de la vieja escuela) que he escuchado este 2011. Se siente bacán ver a las bandas nuevas de la década pasada, y saber que ahora son quienes mandan.

Ni un juego ni un ensayo

Durante los años del “boom” de la novela latinoamericana, los chilenos solían reprochar su notable ausencia en el grupo mayor. Ya que Julio Cortázar, Gabriel García Márquez, Mario Vargas Llosa y Carlos Fuentes, al parecer se sentían completos.

Décadas después, en 1998, la novela “Los detectives salvajes” era distinguida con el Premio Herralde, y al año siguiente con el Rómulo Gallegos. Esto, sumado a los elevados índices de lectoría (sobretodo universitaria), otorgó a la obra el nivel de “generacional” o “de culto”, situando al chileno Roberto Bolaño como el referente literario transgresor contemporáneo.

Lamentablemente, la fortuna le duró poco. El 15 de julio del 2003 Bolaño fallecía debido a una insuficiencia hepática, dejando inacabada su obra maestra “2666”. Un libro a la usanza decimonónica de más de mil cien páginas, compuesto por cinco novelas, que el autor pidió a su editor publicase por partes, pensando en los dos hijos que dejaba.

Entonces el carácter legendario que Bolaño ya ostentaba (siendo incluso convertido en personaje de varias novelas) no hizo sino aumentar, llevando a que sus libros sean vendidos a exagerados pero merecidos precios, lo cual ha dificultado hasta su piratería. Pese a todo, “La estrella distante” se erigió como otra de sus novelas más populares, gracias a la web de algún fanático nostálgico donde podía descargarse gratis en formato pdf.

Las personas que hayan leído estas tres novelas de manera consecutiva (como seguramente ha sido el camino de algunos pobres desquiciados) saben que han podido vislumbrar, aunque sea de lejos, la frontera entre el goce, el miedo y el asco. Todo desde la visión de un escritor para quien el ejercicio de la literatura no era un juego ni un ensayo, sino una batalla triste, de la que sabía saldría perdiendo.

Hoy a partir de las siete de la noche en el Salón Dadá de la Plazuela del Recreo, quien escribe acompañará al poeta Jorge Hurtado en “Roberto Bolaño: El último salvaje”. Será un conversatorio sobre la vida y obra de este autor, al conmemorarse ocho años de su desaparición. El ingreso es completamente libre.

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

I've been feeling foolish
You should try it
She came unsubstituted the peace and quiet
For acrobatic blood flow concertina
Cheating heartbeat, rapid fire

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

Here is your host
Sounds as if she's pulling close
When the heat starts growing horns
She's thunderstorms

She's been loop-the-looping around my mind
Her motorcycle boots give me this kind of
Acrobatic blood concertina
Cheating heartbeat, rapid fire

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

In an unusual place
When you're feeling far away
She does what the night does to the day

She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front
Up against the wall
She's thunderstorms

Thunderstorms...
Thunderstorms...

When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
and you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Go helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
I will you won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
Look out cause here she comes

When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn
and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well will you won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu,

Helter Skelter
She's coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is
coming down fast