Los fotocopiadores- Yo no escribí para vengarme. (Ep 3)Articles . Blog
So I was just arriving… and this girl walks up to me… and starts yelling at me… – But I didn’t even know her.
– Damn. – I mean…
– Hell no. Pretty fucking weird. Hi. ¡Ah! Cool, you’re here.
We are about to start. – I am Gabriela.
– I am Samuel. Aren’t you Mario Herrera? He ditched us, the bastard. No! I was supposed to meet him here
but down there they told me to come in. And you are also a poet? Well… I write. Look, do us a favor. We’re about to go live on the air… maybe that bastard Mario arrives
while we are on the program. Why don’t you sit down… and join us?
He is Dante Ortega. A fellow poet. But… – I came to…
– Samuel, who? Rodríguez. Thanks. Your saving our asses. Sit and just … get close to the mic
when you are going to speak. Six… Five… Four… Three… “I didn’t wrote to get revenge.”
– Héctor Hernández Montecino. In that sense, Dante, I would like ask you… What is your next project? My next project is to reach the Moon. For real? Mine is to eat twenty hotdogs
in less than ten minutes. Fuck no! Only because few people have arrived to the Moon
doesn’t mean that it’s cool. If you think about it,
it must be horrible to leave Earth. There is also few people who have eaten
twenty hotdogs in less than ten minutes. But it’s different. Actually anyone could do it. I’ve got a great project for you. Change the lightbulb of your bathroom. – I just shitted in the dark, don’t be an asshole.
– Look… I’m going to show you something. Think about it. Space must be horrible. Do you really want to go to the Moon? Have you seen it well? Stop pretending,
it surely inspires you to write. You go out every night, You look at the space.
And so, you write the saddest verses. Fuck off. Yes, it’s cool,
it makes me feel small and all that, but I rather like to look at the windows. I think my next project will be to spend
some time watching my neighbors. It sounds to me like you already rehearsed that speech. Look… Overthere, in the window… lives a man who puts on an astronaut suit
around this time every day. Maybe we can see him now, I’ve seen him millions of times, Well, maybe three times… But it’s still impressive. Good evening. You are listening to “The Labyrinth” through
www.ridicultura.com.mxI am Gabriela Centeno… and today we have two young
representatives of our national poetry. Dante Ortega. And, our special guest… Samuel Rodríguez. Both born in the eighties. Welcome, how are you? – Fine.
– Fine. Thank you very much for joining us
here in “The Labyrinth” The pleasure is ours. Thank you for having us. Well, I would like to start by asking you… are you published already? Do you want to talk about any of your titles? I still don’t have a book. And you, Samuel? No. Neither do I. I write a blog. Aha… and… any projects in progress?
Any publication coming soon? At the moment there are no plans
At least not me. Of course, it is very difficult for young poets in this country to spread their work. And in that sense
I would like to ask you, Samuel. What do you think about
the difficulty of publishing in Mexico? I don’t think there’s such difficulty. On the contrary, I think that in Mexico
we publish many more books than we should. Do you mean there are few readers? No, I don’t mean that. But is that true? I mean In the street I see people reading or writing all the time. Sure, but they’re texting in WhatsApp. But… Does that matter? I mean there are people reading and writing. That’s gotta count for something. And speaking of new publishing interfaces, What do you think about
the difficulties of reading from a screen? Personally,
I find it more difficult to read from a screen than reading a real book. In reality, we are reading from screens all the time At least, in social networks. And some books that get published, are shit. I can’t sayshithere? Fine, my point is that luckily, poetry… or literature,
don’t need to be in books. Very interesting thoughts. Let’s take a music break.
Don’t go any where, We’ll be right back. This is “The Labyrinth” Dudes, do me a favor.
Don’t curse while we’re on the air. Let me go see the producer to see if we can unfuck this one. Damn. I think I screwed up. Isn’t it just stupid
that we can’t sayshiton the Internet? It’s the twenty first century. From now on I will only say… Super awesome! Andcool. Fuck yes. It’ll be like being on nineties MTV. Yes, likeBeavis and Butthead.
Which of them would you be? I don’t know I never knew very well which one was which. Cool. Ready, guys we’re good this time, but please,
no more swearing on the air. Hey, can’t you bleep us to avoid trouble? No. I don’t think that’s possible. We’re goino to get back… In three…two…one. And we’re back in “The Labyrinth” and, joining us… Samuel and Dante.
Two young talents of national poetry. In the previous segment,
we talked about the various alternatives to spread the country’s literature. Now,
given the social panorama that we live in, I would like to ask you,
from the poetry trench… How do you fight… to make a change? The “poetry trench”? Well, what happens in the country affects us all, and of course we want things to change, but personally, I’ve never written social poetry. – So you poets don’t go to protests?
– I don’t. I do, but not to write or recite my poems… I go to protest. So you don’t believe that writing
poetry can change things? Maybe. In all probability, yes. What I write, I don’t think so, It’s never been it’s purpose. So, let’s say that you’re more focused
on your literary careers. I don’t know. I wouldn’t say that. Then why do you write? For the same reason that
we go to the park and play soccer… It’s fun, we like it, it tires us. And we sleep better when we are tired. Good evening, ma’am. Would you let Samuel
come out to write poetry? Of course. He’s on his way out. Do you think they’ll invite us
again to go on the radio? I don’t know, dude. Maybe. Cool. Dude, look, someone just poke
through your neighbor’s window. Plastic bag Black, blue, white, transparent stuck in a bicycle chain or floating from South Africa through a wind current in the Atlantic. A lightweight plastic bag to store a fruit wrap a bottle of whiskey bring bread home or asphyxiate a Pakistani in a dark room. Martijn de Gruijter uses them
to structure a singular origami The bag is transformed into waterproof boots a TV that does not turn on wrinkled puppets the bag in the museum the luminous little skull in the museum A forest plastic sheets Duchamp in the center, sitting playing chess or lighting a black smoke campfire In a stupa near Kathmandu I saw two children rejoice with one
as if it were a kite In the kitchen, another tolerating
all the garbage that fits inside hanging on the door days
with some of animal of old man clinging
about to collapse carrying everything he wants to ignore The bag could also be a yellow ball
of those that Saer tells that the birds in the square frantic, as on the edge, fly over and ram
with a strange fascination as if they were made of the same material
as their gods. Cool.
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