Duck Lesson Ten reasons to write for children - Isaac Bashevis Singer
I have more than 500 reasons to write for children, but to save time, I will list only 10:
1) Children do not read books and book reviews. Critics do not care a cucumber.
2) Children do not read to find their identity.
3) No read for free from a guilt complex, to satisfy his thirst for rebellion or to get rid of the feeling of alienation.
4) Children do not make use of psychology.
5) They hate to sociology.
6) Do not even try to understand Kafka.
7) still believe in the Good, the family, angels, demons, witches, devils mocking, in logic, clarity, punctuation and many other things understandable.
8) Like to read interesting stories and no comments, no guides or notes accompanying texts.
9) When a book is boring, they yawn openly, without guilt or fear of authority.
10) Do not expect your favorite writer to save humanity. For younger they are, and have realized that he is not able to do so. Only adults have such childish illusions.
The woman I loved has become a ghost. I am the place of his appearances
Juan José Arreola
FINAL FANTASY TALE IA Ireland.
- strange! - Said the girl moving cautiously -. Which door heavier! Touched, speaking, and closed suddenly with a bang.
- my God! - Said the man -. I seem to have no handle on the inside. How, have locked us both!
- Both no. A one - said the girl.
passed through the door and disappeared.
WOULD GHOST? George Loring Frost.
By nightfall, two strangers are in the dark corridors a picture gallery. With a slight chill, one of them said
- This place is ominous. Do you believe in ghosts?
- I do not - answered the other -. And you?
- I do - "the first and disappeared.
A True Story
history of this post:
ago a couple of months, I wanted write a ghost story to be published in this blog. I began to tell a story of ghosts, and is unable to write three sentences when feel a blow to the head. Surprised
see it is a doll, a ghost toy fell from the stereo speaker, right up to the computer keyboard.
smiled from the odd chance and try to keep writing but it was not possible: a domestic concerns would not allow it. I poured myself a coffee, leave for the day attempt to write and I just started visiting different blogs.
A few weeks later I return to the idea of \u200b\u200bghost story and to try, two minutes from start typing, the ghost falls toy again, this time hitting his hands.
is actually more surprised than scared.
I wondered if this would have to do with the story I wanted to tell, based partly on real events of my childhood and partly imagined.
My story would be inspired by the big Andrew, a friend of children and adolescents who died at 18 years a car accident. As children we liked to scare each other by telling ghost stories . I tried to write the story and the ghost of toy broke twice, started in memory of the old days, with telling us two children midnight horror stories that were interrupted time and again by strange sounds that frighten us.
Until we discovered with dismay that the noise came from our own toys that came to life and approached to the two of us with clear intentions to attack ... up there what I had thought of writing and, as already told, it was not possible to follow the "intervention" ghost toy that seemed to come alive every time I wanted to finish the story.
In this situation, I decided pause and leave for later my horror story. Today
three months of my last attempt, I return to write about it, but decided to publish these micro-stories of ghosts, in instead of my original story.
curious thing about all this is to look for the ghost toy to photograph to to illustrate this post and did not find it anywhere in the house. I have asked my kids and wife if you've seen somewhere, and they assure me that at no time had in a toy house with those characteristics and half serious, half joking , tell me what you dreamed possible ... I am totally convinced that what story was real and not a dream . Especially when I realized that I can finish telling my story, thanks to the toy disappeared ... like a ghost.
will not be easy to give this routine to turn and turn and stay in this place, but sometimes we stifle boredom we used to jog slowly and smoothly a hitch ..
All so alike, so identical, to the beat of the same music over and over again hypnotic
But today is the day ... I invite you to gallop out of the carousel and other lands, meet landscapes. Sure, sure abandon what we fear, of course I understand that the unknown gives no guarantee, but I invite you to jump like this again and again to not get anywhere. Believe me, there was discover on your own, which is your destiny.
"A couple"
is that child's life tell me or any passing through your life life is I insist there is a lot of unhappy and a pair of ready
...
Death is I think no matter who hesitate case someone returns death is that song hundred windows in darkness and a couple not so much
...
see the fleeting melody that takes my voice I'm just his wake, brightness step His reason always find excitement My destiny is song, and is shooting just in case and brief case.
is known that the reality surpasses ficcion.He is a good example.
's story Vivian Maier is one that began after living in absolute anonymity, unknown to his 'hobby' spent years accumulating thousands upon thousands of films, silent testimony of a city and a lifetime. Portraying the passage of his eyes through the streets and the people of Chicago. Building slowly and passionately artistic legacy immeasurable perhaps without even knowing it.
Vivian Maier, a woman of French arrived in the United States as a child, I felt an overwhelming passion for photography. He died on April 21, 2009 at 83 years old with no sense that his work even reach a huge popular success, and all it owes to an estate agent lover of antiques.
In 2007, a boy of 26 year-old John Maloof, the agent mentioned above, attended a public auction of furniture and antiques you purchased for $ 400 a box filled with 30,000 negatives.
Maloof slowly began to reveal the negative, obtaining copies of surprisingly good quality. Photographs were taken mainly in the streets of Chicago in the decades of 60 and 70 by a nurse and amateur photographer named Vivian Maier, but Maloof at the time unaware of the identity of the artist.
The poor woman could not cope with the debts of the home, so he had to give up some of their most prized possessions.
Maloof was so fascinated with his work that was decided to purchase the remaining boxes of negatives of Maier, which reaches its collection of 100,000 images. Some of them were also taken on a beach, which Maier came to the family who was hired as a nanny.
Maloof did not know any information from the author of the photographs. In one of his last Shopping negative, the agent found his name written in pencil on the envelope of a photograph. He went to Google to try to know who Vivian Maier, but what was the note had settled the mysterious street photographer. She had died just the day before the discovery.
As happened with one of the most admired poets from the United States, Emily Dickinson, our nanny character died without knowing that his work would reach unprecedented popularity after his death.
Maloof continued their search. In a century-old photo shop vaguely reminiscent of Chicago, said of her that came from time to time to buy negative, and was very introverted.
Today, with a truly astonishing rate, the critics have been quick to hail the work of this unknown amateur cone one of the best compendia of street photography of the twentieth century.
"A book must be built as a watch and sold as a sausage." Oliverio Girondo
CAN GATHER HANDS
People say Powder, Sidereal Funeral, and remains quiet, happy satisfied. But listen that cricket, that blade of night, crazy life. Now is when he sings now and not tomorrow Right now. here. to our side ... like I could not sing elsewhere. Understand? Me neither. I do not understand anything. not only your hands are a miracle. A stumble, a forgetting, y acaso fueras mosca, lechuga, cocodrilo. Y después... esa estrella. No preguntes. ¡Misterio! El silencio. Tu pelo. Y el fervor, acquiescence the entire universe, to achieve your pores, the nettle, that stone. can join hands. amputate braids. meantime I'll three rounds of ram
Girondo Oliverio.
Dichotomy bloodless
my hand always comes later another hand mixing mine and form a hand.
When I sit down I notice that my body feels in another body just sit where I sit.
And at the very moment entering a house,
discover that he was before he arrived.
That is, they may not attend my funeral, and while I watered platitudes, and I am in the grave, dressed in skeleton , yawning topics and feigned weeping.
Nasrudin went every day to ask begging in the market and people liked to tease Nasrudin with the following trick: it showed two coins, one being worth ten times more than the other. Nasrudin grace was always chose the lowest value.
The story became known throughout the county. Day after day, groups of men and women showed him the two coins, and Nasrudin always stayed with the lowest value. Then came a man generous, tired of seeing Nasrudin being ridiculed like that. He called a corner of the square and said - Whenever you're offered two currencies, choose the highest value. - so you have more money and will not be considered an idiot by others. - You seem to be right - said Nasrudin. - But if I choose the currency higher, people will stop offering me money to prove I am more stupid than them. You can not imagine the amount of money already won using this trick.
Nasruddin was unemployed and asked some friends what profession could pursue. They said: - Well, Nasrudin, you are very capable and know a lot about the medicinal properties of herbs. - Could open a pharmacy. He went home, thought about it and said - Yes, it's a good idea, I think I can be a pharmacist.
course Mulla was going through one of those moments when I wanted to be very prominent and very important. It said - I will not only open a herbalist or a pharmacy that deals with herbs. - I will open something huge and make a significant impact. bought a tent, installed shelves and cabinets, and when it came time to paint the exterior put a scaffold, covered him with sheets and worked behind him.
not let you see anyone what name you would bring to the pharmacy, or how he was painting the outside. After several days, distributed leaflets that read: "The grand opening is tomorrow at nine." Everyone in the village and surrounding villages came and stood waiting in front of the new store. At nine o'clock came Mulla, theatrical gesture and removed the sheet covering the storefront, and there was a huge sign that read "cosmic Pharmacy and galactic Nasrudin " and below, with smaller letters " Harmonized with planetary influences. " Many people were very impressed, and he did very good business that day. In the afternoon, the local school teacher was and said - Frankly, Mulla, those statements you make are a bit dodgy. - No, no, - said Mulla - All statements I make about planetary influences are absolutely true. - When the sun rises, I open the pharmacy .. - .. and when the sun goes down, close it.
One morning Nasrudin an egg wrapped in a handkerchief, went to the middle of the square of his city and called on passers-by . - Today we have an important contest! - Said - who discover what is involved in this tissue, you will receive a gift that is inside the egg! They looked, puzzled, and said - How can we know what you have inside the handkerchief? None of us is a fortune teller! Nasrudin insisted: - What's in this tissue has a center that is yellow as a yolk surrounded by a liquid the color of the clear, which in turn is contained within a shell that breaks easily . It is a symbol of fertility, and reminds us of the birds flying to their nests. So who can tell me what is hidden?
All residents felt that Nasrudin was holding an egg, but the answer was so obvious that nobody wanted to embarrass in front of others. They asked themselves: What if there was an egg, but a very important product imaginacón fertile mysticism of the Sufis? A yellow center could mean something about the sun, the liquid around it might be a preparation of alchemy. No, that was crazy wanting someone haciera ridiculous. The story relates that Nasrudin asked twice and no one ventured to say something inappropriate. Then he opened the handkerchief and showed everyone the egg. - All of you you knew the answer - he said - and no one dared to translate it into words. This is the life of those who do not have the courage to take risks: the solutions are given to us generously by God but these people are always looking for more complicated explanations, and end up doing nothing.
When Nasrudin had a dry cleaning service, a customer came said - this could dye my dress? - What color do you want? - Ah, nothing complicated, but that is neither red nor green, or white, or black, or yellow, or lilac. Well, I understand, I would not know any color, but otherwise, nothing special. "I can do? - Sure you can, man! Moves to pick when you want, but which is neither a Monday night or Tuesday, not Wednesday, or Thursday and at least Friday. Ah! And on Saturday and Sunday is closed. Beyond that, you know, if you want.
Nasreddin, or Mulla is a mythical character in the stories Sufis. is a kind of anti-hero of Islam and popular Sufi tradition. Their stories serve to illustrate or introduce Sufi teachings, it is lived in the Anatolian Peninsula at a time point during the XIII and XV centuries. Nasr-ed-Din means "Victory of Faith" and Hodja, "the teacher" or "Professor." Also known as "The teacher Nasreddin" (Nasreddin Hodja) and Mulla Nasrudin. Mulla Mulla is a (teacher) who stars in a long series of stories, adventures, stories, anecdotes, representing different roles: farmer, father, judge, businessman, scholar, teacher or fool
. Each of these thought-provoking short stories who reads or hears, as a fable, and also tend to be humorous, with the simple humor of everyday life, sometimes with apparent contradictions and absurdities. His teachings, which have been and are used by teachers Sufism, ranging from scientific explanation of natural phenomena, in a more easily understandable to the illustration of moral issues. the wise and absurd logic of Nasrudin tales is one of the most ingenious methods that have the Sufis to break habitual ways of thinking, penetrating well in a world free of prejudice. Nasrudin Don Quixote is considered a Muslim because they used to be sane in his insanity and covers the entire Middle Eastern popular wit a simplified transmitting the teachings of Sufism. typically conduct a caustic and scathing criticism inappropriate behaviors of Islam, represented in many stories by imams, judges and ombudsmen of religion, values \u200b\u200brepresenting himself a Sufi religious.
