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May 31, Amichai Levy.
Don’t Blame Anyone.-
It is a cold afternoon and he decides to wear a blue sweater to match his grey suit. Skip to content As you can see, by the continuous lack of posts on my blog, I have been quiet…artistically mute…blocked.
He tells himself that the most sensible thing is to concentrate his attention on his right hand because this hand outside of the sweater is in contact with the cold air of the room, a signal that he has only a little way to go and can help himself by going up the back until, in juloo classic movement so helpful to putting on any sweater by energetically pulling down, it clutches the lower edge of the sweater.
Language is the way we stay human and writing is the most intimate use of language we can try.
References will be subject to editor approval before appearing. He takes his sweater off and examines his hand, aa now the hand is perfectly normal. The one who is reading you, is listening to you in his silence. And he tries to do so struggling with his whole body, throwing it forward and back, turning around in the middle of the room, if this is indeed the middle of the room because now he comes to think that the window has been left open and that it is dangerous to keep turning around blindly.
It has something of a concealed dance step about it, irreproachable because it reflects a utilitarian aim not some guilty choreographic tendencies.
Don’t Blame Anyone.- – NonUseMuse
Reader Comments 2 Only Cortazar could make such a simple act so suspenseful. As such, the distance between the collar and one of the sleeves is exactly half of the distance between one sleeve and the other, and this explains why he may have his head a bit tilted to the left, the side where his hand is still prisoner in the sleeve, if this is in fact the sleeve; and, in contrast, his right hand, which is already out, moves with full freedom in the air even if it may not be able to get the sweater down which is still rolled up on top of his body.
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The English translation by Stephen Kessler is as precise as I have seen. It is about asphyxia. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: The hand is the symbol of our power to construct our own lives, the way we want to, according to our needs and aspirations. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
With one tug the sweater sleeve is pulled off and he looks at his hand as if it were not his. Thanks for your comments, Amichai! You are commenting using your Facebook account. So as to arrive at last somewhere else without a hand and without a sweater, somewhere where there may be only a fragrant air that surrounds and accompanies and caresses him and twelve stories.
The hands create, mold, shape. You are commenting using your Twitter account. Notify me of new comments via email. His imagination is an overwhelming example of the limitless capabilities of our creativity. He puts on the sweater, one arm first, but he has trouble forcing the arm through the sleeve.
The more he tries to escape, the more he traps himself. Cortazar teaches me to remain awake, inspired and never let my life become a sweater I get stuck on.
Perhaps his right hand was indeed caught in the collar of the sweater, and for this reason what he believed to be the collar is pressing down on his face thus, suffocating him more and more each time, whereas his hand was able to come out easily.
Nevertheless, it is this hand that obeys him, contracting little by little the lacerated fingers so that he manages to seize through the sleeve the edge of the sweater rolled up on the shoulder and pulls downwards almost without any force. But now at half past six his wife is waiting for him in a store to pick out a wedding gift. Categories and months of Deeblog.
But now that it’s out of the sweater the hand again looks like it always has, and he lets it fall from the end of his lazy arm as it occurs to him that it would be better to pass the other arm through the other sleeve to see whether it would be simpler that way.
Absurdly, he does not want to open his eyes but he knows that he has gotten out, this cold material, this is delicious in the free air. Fortunately at this very moment his right hand appears in the air of the outside cold; at least one of them is out although the other continues to be imprisoned in the sleeve.
Cortazar played with imagery with such mastery, that he needed to invent words, because what was in his imagination, no one had ever named before. You can either use the [ Trackback URL ] for this entry, or link to your response directly.
The hand can create and protect or it can destroy and attack. Is it a creativity problem?
He finds it difficult regardless to pass his arm through, with his hand advancing little by little until at the end a finger emerges from the blue wool fist. Basically the true solution would be to remove the sweater, provided that he has not been able to put it on, and verify the ckrtazar passageway in the sleeves for each hand and in the collar for his head.
Los buques suicidantes Lot No. We are all inside a blue sweater at one point of our lives, struggling to get out and seeing ourselves from the outside, not liking what we see.