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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Untitled</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @mybukowski)</generator><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Las Muertes - Olga Orozco</title><description>&lt;a href="http://penclub.tumblr.com/post/18145349069/las-muertes"&gt;Las Muertes - Olga Orozco&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://penclub.tumblr.com/post/18145349069/las-muertes" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;penclub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;He aquí unos muertos cuyos huesos no blanqueará la lluvia, &lt;br/&gt;lápidas donde nunca ha resonado el golpe tormentoso &lt;br/&gt;de la piel del lagarto, &lt;br/&gt;inscripciones que nadie recorrerá encendiendo la luz &lt;br/&gt;de alguna lágrima; &lt;br/&gt;arena sin pisadas en todas las memorias. &lt;br/&gt;Son los muertos sin flores. &lt;br/&gt;No nos legaron…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236647820</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236647820</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 01:06:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>kaffemedkardemumma:

La literatura es una fuerza en el mundo y...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzv682OJtJ1rq522jo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaffemedkardemumma.tumblr.com/post/18145121233/la-literatura-es-una-fuerza-en-el-mundo-y-no-me" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;kaffemedkardemumma&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;La literatura es una fuerza en el mundo y no me imagino la vida sin literatura. La vida sin arte es inimaginable, pero como todos saben, cada vez hay menos lectores. Cada vez la literatura tiene que competir con otras formas de ocio. Esto nunca me ha preocupado, porque los libros tienen algo que no tiene la música u otras formas de arte: los libros se leen individualmente. Aunque haya un lector o haya un millón, siempre hay un lector y un libro. Es una relación uno a uno, autor y lector colaborando juntos. Y en cierto sentido, es el único lugar del mundo donde dos extraños pueden conocerse y reunirse en términos de igualdad. La gente habla de la muerte de la literatura, pero yo creo que no se va a producir.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="aDerecha"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Auster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236607326</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236607326</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 01:05:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>
El cuaderno que me fabriqué
Nº1 – Julio...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/37301286?title=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;El cuaderno que me fabriqué&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nº1&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;Julio Cortázar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;……………………………………..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Justificar la Tinta y el Papel”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrevistas a Fondo (Soler Serrano)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Año 1977&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236581596</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236581596</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 01:05:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"We used to live in the internal imaginary world of the mirror, of the divided self and of the stage,..."</title><description>““We used to live in the internal imaginary world of the mirror, of the divided self and of the stage, of otherness and internal alienation. Today we live in the imaginary world of the screen, of the internal interface and the reduplication of contiguity and internal networks. All our machines are screens. We too have become screens, and the interactivity of men has become the interactivity of screens.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jean Baudrillard (via &lt;a href="http://quiix0tiic.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;quiix0tiic&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236528631</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236528631</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 01:03:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"For me the postmodern attitude is that of a man who loves a woman who is intelligent and well-read:..."</title><description>“For me the postmodern attitude is that of a man who loves a woman who is intelligent and well-read: He knows that she knows that he cannot tell her, “I love you desperately”, because he knows (and she knows that he knows) that that is a line out of Barbara Cartland. Yet there is a solution. He can say: “As Barbara Cartland would say: I love you desperately.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Umberto Eco 1983 (via &lt;a href="http://clarityandchaos.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;clarityandchaos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236515897</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18236515897</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 01:03:34 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>absurdoysurrealista:

memoire_magritte_</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lztdfspg7q1r83wk3o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://absurdoysurrealista.tumblr.com/post/18088717506/memoire-magritte" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;absurdoysurrealista&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;memoire_magritte_&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18233534763</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18233534763</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 00:01:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzwpjo0Pb61rph83po1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18232469101</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18232469101</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 23:41:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"A truth should exist, 
it should not be used 
like this. If I love you 

is that a fact or a weapon?"</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;A truth should exist, &lt;br/&gt;
it should not be used &lt;br/&gt;
like this. If I love you &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;is that a fact or a weapon?&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Margaret Atwood (via &lt;a href="http://cartographe.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;cartographe&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18232174190</link><guid>http://mybukowski.tumblr.com/post/18232174190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 23:36:00 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
