On Friday January 25 we had the meeting with Mary Anotonia Ortega of which may be dealt with John. We leave here the core of this intervention.
Literature unhurried. Patience, silence, memory.
By Juan Meseguer.
front of the "poetry of facility," unable to stop before the last occurrence or last wit-easy joke, María Antonia Ortega invites us to wait, to cultivate the inner depth. "Let us now return to within, to write letters dated tomorrow, "proposed in the vineyard of gold. Or, as in digressions and rarities, "the water is always collected at source and not on the runway." That
plummeting into each does not necessarily turn inward. The balance is provided by the contemplative attitude, which is openness to reality. For cultivation of interiority does not degenerate into the tyranny of isolation-that comes to Maria Antonia-needed rub shoulders with the gift and beauty of the perishable, deciduous celebrate. "Crowning our mortal flesh, wrap it with the smell of the wind in autumn is the only merit of the poet, writes in The Golden poverty.
Out to the parks (ie, life) and enjoy "the light of an afternoon." But, like the silence demands our careful listening, contemplation is also accompanied by an internal activity. This is where Maria Antonia displays his "philosophy of the eye", which brings together ethics and aesthetics. "The philosophy of looking me from the denial," he says. "Watching it live forever thankful." It is "the loving gaze" that knows postpone, when you think you should do it, the satisfaction of desire or misappropriation of something or someone.
That caress the world through the eyes, but come to possess, there is the memory. Because it has not come to possess it, you can return to it as a wilderness area. Memory is not just remember, it is also desire and dream and, therefore, look forward. "I will not close completely, slamming the door will not close the door of the poem I will leave ajar, while still hitting the wood all night and do not let me sleep."
Until next time. Team
Smyrna.
Poems María Antonia Ortega
Language is the most beautiful dream of man, but also more elusive. Talk is dreaming.
For the word bird, do not fly higher than the bird?
And the word apple, is not brighter than the fruit?
and yellow roses, do not bloom at the same time on my lips in my garden?
of Poverty golden
STARS Error calculation or mathematical precision, our lives were a fire without being consumed. Shooting
we walked out of the orbit.
Although we have never been caused as fires destroy crops.
addition, in the next life will be choked by water and we enjoy the evening peaceful.
knows the pain of the stars more beautiful the farther away.
of descent from heaven
Oh Europe, pubescent,
grove, hair
flowering trees
will you have patience until the fruits ripen
of new knowledge?
As the sails of a
race still close to a horizon extending those centuries
blue
as
edges of the mountains when the snow melts and water
low waterfalls.
The wind pushes us as ever and gently blow
like the past, the
but trembles called off.
Learn to whistle softly again
walking the streets with his hands in his pockets.
To your knowledge has yet to taste, and your university
more domes, vaults
,
buttresses
more madness, more passion,
viewpoints to dominate from there
a wide horizon and drinking
dream for pigeons.
you lack emotion, enthusiasm
,
a pure emotion.
your stone statues and cathedrals
is now more affected than you. German Poem of
It is time to embrace
out the fragile human condition,
up as a Greek column
way similar to that rises from the beach,
of which stem from its folds
Sandy
time becomes as oldest
more present,
as traces of moisture in the stack
a source
with roses of the pergola.
of The fine brush / A woman dreaming
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