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saw the Clint Eastwood The Conquest of Honor and just finished watching the Fire Lit by director Tristan Bauer. The first is based on the battle fought by American soldiers on the island Iwo Jima, while the second in the disastrous Falklands war. Both are stories constructed from fiber that bothers society which belong to the veterans. We remember the lightness of our own lives and the transcendent that can be defeats. No man's land that inhabit these individuals. Retake prejudices and dive into a thousand and dilemmas in interrogation unstoppable fighter would become: why I was invited to be a hero?

I am not an active pacifist enacting anti-war that can be done when they have overcome their own inner demons and any hint of violence. I admired military feats that seem so full of value and the same stories of Homer, recognize self-defense as a mechanism that can be used when any people affected its own self. But how expensive it out. I wonder, is it worth?

The guy who is facing this reality, which is just in front of a ton of gunpowder ready to disintegrate can he call himself a hero? The fact that when you hit the battlefield and then must return home, their equipment is worn with the awful memory of the shooting while a companion pleaded with a hellish ordeal that lifeguard. There, just at that moment, that they eat away day after day, you can only guess whether he was a hero, whether he was capable of serving comrade in arms, the man who barricaded himself with it in the damp clay. They have not felt heroes, not enjoyed when called by sendo qualifier. The weight of the memories could be on a dummy label was taking his men even after the war. This became more intense when the human stupidity and cruelty intensified one, it looks so far not realize they were kids just like you. So

derramarte start within, to understand their faces, their walk awkwardly in the mud, their faces stained and his eyes demoralized and defeated that they no longer matter when experience overcomes suffered neglect and is embedded as a leech on the skin that shows all your previous life.

is evil a human creation, a machine made over their limits. War kills not so much where you live, but later, when he has lived. The questions are many and assault response may be very small. Ultimately, there is not much more than their mothers were, honoring what they purport to be and do not understand much. It is a poison among those who have not lived, that they feel a kind of boy scout who can relatarte most unlikely stories of the war and still require memory. Returns again and again to unlock the smoke rising above the wet grass, bodies and have no face, no way. They are like the metal of weapons: a pair of interchangeably replaceable is the fact they are deposited into oblivion like the rest.

The hero emerges from a battlefield, perhaps not even exist. I can not imagine the weak who can call themselves so after being in a death camp, where they were buried their innocence and where lie its worst evils. The man of war is somehow possessed, if not for the violence itself will be for those who lived in the flesh.

then need to return to his life and memories emerge from their own experience, but it will not matter much because in the end it is all part of that uncomfortable fact that companies prefer to keep quiet.

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well-known instance is already promoting the summer to take up a good read, encourages us free days, quiet and long moments of leisure. Readings may be varied: abound bestseller-understood not only to the extent pejorative, but in that little effort of the author who is paid by the fitness market. The Fantasista and Ines of My Soul will be national representatives of Latin Americans will take the baton Vargas Llosa with Mischief La Nina Mala and farther will the innocent, Harry Potter, anything that sounds like Pamuk and of course, The Code Da Vinci. Reading good or bad, do not know, but after all readings.

regard to me, I will say that I jumped for a more intricate way in which I could step out lame and a certain dose of paranoia. It is true that poetry itself is already a gender slant and disproportionate, most of all. You do not have the linearity of the novel or the imagery of the theater, let alone a thoughtful synthesis of clear arguments as the essay genre. This seriously getting into poetry during the summer and worse when you hit the stick: contemporary Chilean poetry. I reckon it was an act of cultural arrogance, but also an undeniable invitation of my teacher a huge wall that put him and that if finally transferred was leaving a gaping hole in its center.

I served, it is true, but the endurance of a heavy backpack. Finally I was able to discriminate between those who were attractive to me and those who pretend not try again until some long time. This is not a simple royalty reader, but literally because they do not understand. His search, however legitimate, I was not the expected enjoyment of reading a good poem, but by the resignation of one who does not understand or a quarter of what you just read. Also corroborated, that my questions are the same as disturbed or concern to many poets: the closed circle are only allowed to write for themselves, the choice between express and be understood, charges to follow, poetry and market, the continuity of the genre, etc. That this discussion is current or not depends precisely our capacity to understand them and who have influenced you, the only way to generate a broad debate about what we see in poetry and not just to debate on who will be ultimately stay with the manuscripts of Gabriela Mistral.

deserves special mention panoramic not be avoided over the top in stalls as unattainable to some authors, while others die in the broadest of the retirements. Neruda, Mistral, Parra, Huidobro, De Rokha are small worlds and they fall under everyone else. Eventually weighed them - with less difficulty to the most current, the burden of prestige and readers who were interested in little trade them. Although I must be frank, are above the rest and that is so. Neruda is an authority on Latin American expression, Parra is in charge of slapping each solemn fools, Mistral is known beyond their children's songs and nursery means the universe, proposing, Huidobro is art and what used to succumb to most of those who attempt to advance in those years and De Rokha is poetry of Chile most extensive of its creation.

The anthology I plunged into the world of opera edging national twentieth century also had a series of essays, which I served as a sort of windshield washer to clear the intense rain of metaphors and subjectivities. From Mistral proposing that original sin is nothing more than "our fall in rationally and arrhythmic expression" to an interview Parra Benedetti commenting Neruda's bid for the presidency of Chile, all that served to clarify the picture of the Chilean poetry. With this exercise, which certainly has much double-edged because we tend also to alienate more new to the subject, we're giving prospects. We begin to understand why violence among literary circles, the reason for his shaggy poetry, the artist's ego and how much taboo exists within the same creative geniuses.

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primarily as general of the "big", so to get even juice Dublé Urrutia, Pezoa Veliz, Jobet, Rivera, prose Lihn-forget it, "Valdes and Tellier. Then continue with the elite of Prado, Valle, Arteche, Rubio, Castro, Barquero and Hahn. Hence, when they read a lot of prose about poetry and are scholars, or if they cause something the rest, read them. I at least, with not much experience but with more than several I drew. Others will be sticking them a seat in their preferences or explain to me how to enjoy it.