Type 3 Workshop
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oordinado by Leonor Mauvecin
FOREWORD
Writing is a quest for meaning. Perhaps it is to find the hidden meaning behind things and events that depend on our relationship with them.
When we let the words run through the role we are expressing our conception of the world, particularly how to understand and feel life, and many times when writing discovered what was hidden, even for ourselves.
Borges says, "how great is it something great, but imagine" how great is the everyday, the things that surround us in our own lives, we just need to see and count them differently "imagine other possibilities of the ordinary "" It is usually treated imaginatively what constitutes the uniqueness of a good story "or a good poem.
rush to an imaginary world can live other lives. The words are a link between the real world and that other, that we make in our mind and that comes from experience.
Memory is then the cabinet of the writer, who goes to find the elements that will to construct stories in which recognize himself, no matter how strange it seems history will always record what she experienced or read.
Borges in his foreword to the book, Brodie's report says: "I tried not know with what success, the direct writing stories. I dare say they are simple, not on earth a single page, one word, that is, since all postulate the universe, whose most notable attribute is the complexity. "
Writing is a journey and in it, the scribes have lightened the ship, carrying the spices that flavor, but only the essential words are enough, they reach its meaning. Free travel, let unfettered flow inside, overcome with perseverance the difficulties of the journey, but when they get to the promised land, collect the fruit.
So, we start the journey to the complex world of words in search of adventure. Each set can be solved in a thousand ways, every thought can be decoded by the inner world of the author, the character or the reader from
But, like Ulysses, in search of new thrills, the scribes had to cast off, dare to dream, to imagine possible worlds, away from public areas. Do not try this wonderful, because in the simple things there is beauty. Do not try to persuade fellow travelers only, as Borges says, distract and inspire.
invite you to share this journey. Journey you have taken members of the Scribe Workshop powered by wind of imagination, with the sails of paper of the third book of The Write Workshop will sail seas dark and bright, and know different ports, where mature life as a fruit. Bethlehem
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us to look in the "memory, the scent of people" in the summer afternoons of his people: "the smell of wet earth that precedes rain, watching the children play from your window, "the smell of tangerines stolen." In language stripped and a clock without hands, drawn on paper, marks the time of nostalgia, he recalls Elena, our friend away. Love is a constant in his writing, thrills with its poetic imagery and discovered, in daily life: the beauty.
A clinic where the absurd is their place and the mood is from the story, is the place where Hugo Caparroz stands. On the same trip we went into the seedy world of Romero who lives a life without time, "as a vindication, used the fragility of paper and drew a clock on the back of a white sheet." Skillfully, the author brings joy to sadness with credible stories and poignant. Elsa
Carranza, notable narrator allows fluent observe the world from an intimate look. The pain of the family home in the bye and the persistence of life "was all in me would leave me in my soul, my blood." The impossible love, humor, irony brought to life in inanimate objects. Love and death in stories where reality and fantasy flourish as a "little white rose in his fingers."
poetry appears in the hands of the young poet Mercedes San Luis, Agustín Edmé, and focuses on the town with its anxieties and fantasies. The poet begins a trip there inside, it seeks itself and presents a universe of questions, Who walks in circles at night?. The word is assumed the dimension of an intangible materiality pursued and questions
Now is the death with his load of anguish which finds and takes us into the labyrinths of doom. A death that also looks with tenderness and "went away in toes. " It's Luis Garay, their stories where the pain, love, tenderness and terror, are held in a coven of visions of the afterlife. Situated on the edge of existence, through the magic of a solid narrative and experienced.
"will write an epitaph in the air to come back," says Karina Godoy, and all return safely to the poetry of absence, where the word about a world without doubt and lyrical prose appears as a ritual marking the experience. Young poet, who owns a mature voice and a poignant possessed.
"That, he writes, with pulse weak and thin ink an eternal night." Is Maria Luz Guzman, just fifteen years old, surprised. She is being sought between words, which asks who is "Does spilling petals and stardust on your pillow? "is the one that" remains in front of his view with the naked blade piercing the wall and a tear pending, is light and as its name tells us, illuminated by his poetry.
"I become my beloved's skin like a hurricane that destroys everything." And is deeply passionate lyricism of the poet, Fanny Jaretón, allowing us to delve into the recesses of love and eroticism through the evocative power of the poetic word, delivery, absence and tear are combined in an intimate, personal voice "love takes its verb her chest and obedient scribe, writes for not dying. "
" The spur of the night stuck his stinger, and deluded man opened his eyes "like a sting are these stories of profound lyricism, daily life becomes tangible in the successful words of Maria Moreno. The characters of the people, the wonder of the field, the black dog, the bird orphans, women and routine, are realized in these texts deep. Stories convene, as those children who "ran behind the illusion of grasping in his hands the greatness of the light."
Alicia Osuna hand leads us to the world of childhood, the words in his stories smell freshness, innocence. Love is a flower that opens in the memories of times past. Restores life between the branches of a tree. The words are crossed by such a depth, which invites to drink a few drops of dew and the wind mecernos cool of the evening.
The misleading, cheating, miracles, are the stuff of which Nilda Paz elaborates these stories where intrigue and surprise stories come together in trapping and moving. With precise language but hidden lyricism, the author delves into the innermost of the characters showing their depth psychology "My eyes see a piece of deep blue sky" says one of his stories and could say that we readers too. As small etchings
Dora Piñero, paints scenes of life. They are remnants of an event that was torn off like the petals of a flower. Owner of simple language, it reduces the stroke of reality and accurate few words. No need anymore to have the game, the surprise death, summer naps, the wonder of the elf or excuse the crime. And the lyricism that appears behind the incessant croaking up from the river, as a mark of time.
"It sprang a dream old and naked, a silk flower petals, as well as those petals that Rodríguez named Florence, are the poems he gives us from his youth, the poet. The interior space of his poetry opens up the realm of lived with the pain of the relentless pursuit of love. "A tear between the mirror and me." A reality that is shown in mirror image where all we ever look.
lover of detective stories, Francisco Salaris wonder: "Am I, as my teacher, the chaos?" With his fifteen years leaves no room for doubt: it's a writer. With a precocious talent, giving life to these stories where the plot and surprise show qualities of a good story. Amazed at the display of imagination to resolve arguments that rely on a mature language and strong bill.
For the infinite corridors of the maze leads his readers Daniel Santoro. With expertise unthreaded an old ball of words and offers a narrative that seduces and moving. This excellent narrator leads us to the world of unfulfilled desires in the skin of young love with his French teacher. And with the magic of a strong and expressive voice walk the last country in the incomplete manuscript with him and discovered the poetry of language.
The speech has the power to hold the arrow and launched, in a reversal of the time its own space. The time of the story is the one who rescues the life with the smallest details, and poetry, is the time of the inner world is manifested. Any discourse that seeks a particular aesthetic, is the time it never gets old.
Grande is the challenge of white paper, the scribes seek in him the possibility of tracing the bridge which words and things.
I invite you to an encounter with the word, to discover the fictional universe of these authors, find the reflection of the inner world that summons, and in it ourselves, as part of the whole that contains us and justifies us. Leonor
Mauvecin
