EL PIMENTÓN: El nacimiento de un alimento editorial/The Birth of an Editorial Staple-
"ART IS LONG, LIFE IS SHORT."(FAUST, GOETHE.)
"EL ARTE ES LARGO, LA VIDA ES CORTA."(EL FAUSTO, GOETHE.)
Con la revista cultural venezolana-americana y global, El Pimentón (colorado). Nace dentro del advenimiento del brillo y embrujo de la globalización, un espacio para expresarse en diversas áreas.
Idea editorial y conceptual del escritor y periodista venezolano-americano: Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, que desde Venezuela, y sus estudios globales, lanza una opción de lectura para el entretenimiento y la cultura.
La revista invita a comunicadores en todos los géneros, generando expresión humana legal, y el propósito de publicar temas e ideas en todas las áreas de la expresión humana, inclusive, más allá, de las herramientas digitales, acá iniciadas. Les invitamos a visitarnos regularmente y nuestros blogs relacionados.
cita del día: "La única manera que el mal triunfe, es que los hombres y mujeres buenas, hagan nada." Edmund Burke (autor del Los Derechos del Hombre.)
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With the cultural venezuelan-american and global magazine, El Pimentón (The Colored Pepper). Is born, within the advent of the gleam and wonderment of globalization, a space to express oneself in diverse areas.
An editorial and conceptual idea by venezuelan-american, writer and journalist: Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, that from Venezuela, and his legalized global studies, sends out an option in reading for entertainment and culture.
The magazine invites communication audiences and professionals in all genre, generating legal human expression, and the purpose to publish themes and ideas in all areas, even beyond the digital tools, here initiated. We welcome you to visit us regularly, and our related blogs.
quote of the day: "The only way for evil to triumph, is that good men and women do nothing." (Edmund Burke (author of The Rights of Man).
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GLOBALIZING FIRE AND ICE
In the advent of civilization, a great crowd gathered. The musicians honed in on a regalia of roses and stick men sauntered in paths, unseen before. The gleam and wonderment of globalization.
After many years, when robots had not taken over, children ruled as adults, and adults as children - in maelstrom of middle-class extasis, that pronounced virginity as virtue and beauty as outcome. The common good.
Homer, could never have imagined the premises or arguments of the event, in the way it composes itself presently, he knew, he knew. Much less, the setting, plot and événements (el desenlace teatral), as the experts say and said was the result of higher investigation, being the speakers of all the houses, very old men.
The sky was still blue. The rivers swam as far as intimate oceans. Mountains cajoled plains and prairies & stopped among the smallest flowers. Even though right now some prefer to place black tulips over the chest of the world, forgetting the true ways of constructing the means of society´s enhancement. The conclusion will be positive and dialectical, from Hegel to the postmodern premises of literary output and ideas.
Since New Year´s Eve of the era, up and coming the third and next milleniums, three hundred past years of reminiscence and remembrance, the provenance of humanity dwindled away in the touching of glass cups with silver knives; the same embroidered tremors, through the body of souls. Sent tremors.
THE SHIFT OF COMMUNISM
The re-engineering of all areas, particularly politics, confronts the world with disimilar dilemmas, mainly causing confusion in third world countries due to the lack of political culture, a standard behavior of logic (not in the formal), concrete thinking on the streets, and underdeveloped educational formats and debates.
If you were used to your usual red-scene, think twice and multiply it geometrically and sub-conjunctively, yes math is very important now, guileful scenarios or for the betterment of science and technology, which is and obvious outcome.
It is not the invasion of your homes or the retrieval of your children to Progroms or five year plans as was thought of iron curtains of the world, or Nazi calling reciprocal duels between potential systems. It is candy-cane chewing gum, turned red. Purity is loss in your own good taste.
Some time ago, in history, academics and people in general, spent much human time and energy reading Marxist info, manuals, interpreted books, magazines, etc. searching truth and reasons. Whether manuals or original works or internet links with hammer and sickle logos. The was convinced, and is true, had made up a good ideas of what communism was, or was meant to be, metalanguages and more, debates and more, info manipulation and more, a conclusion was reached and is still in the intimate process of consultation...
Some say that Marx never mentioned the word. He did describe mathematically distinct economic and political scenarios, known in the red world, as political economics. The mentors in Russia, and other parts, the partakers and fans, the sleeping communists, the light communists (term ridiculously labeled in stages like Venezuela presently), are numerous, each with his own proper realm. Thesis theory and practice unresolved, due to hunger in the world and hate, mainly the good manners of intolerance, holding back violence with what´s left of legal coercion and justice as we know it.
Religion, has placed it spiritual mark at the apogee of human conscience like never before, at the hull, to the max that there is now red religion. How could this be? There are pertinent answers, not my responsibility to show. Who is the grand engineer? I would shake his hand and take off my hat, even though i don´t use a hat, as we know it. Isn´t that the question: to believe or not to believe and the solution of death, the discovery of origins is a question for many still. Shakespeare tumbles in his tomb. And children all over the world learn that the birds and the bees and later to love and to hate each other is something we call society and civilization. It is not a matter of placing guilt, or accusations, or denouncements, or announcement, for virtually guilt does not exist, even though there are cultures which thrive on this concept for better or for worse. Responsibility does, a matter of moral responsibility. specially the responsibility we have unto ourselves, with our own ephemeral lives.
Capitalism or free market economy planned its way through history majestically, struggling in success and events to endure eternally, some say. Communism was witnessed in the USSR and other parts as an experiment, and in Northamerica and Europe and vice-versa, sometimes called in american academic books as the American Experiment. Look it up and establish the semblances of standardization. In art history texts and others, and this new chewed candy cane that dwell from red to white and amalgamate forms. Because children all, undoubtedly, like candy. The candy man. The chocolate factory. Mixing potions of sweet while there are children in the world, giving two hour and six hour political speeches that promote hate and segregation, in class, race, and ideology, and the outcome of war. We are here to construct life not to destroy it, even if it is tool of manipulation.
poem(a):
.-CELOSIA-
Me miras pasar todas las tardes
creyendo no verte
esos ojos recorren la calle
como una luz, en la misma
luz siempre.
A veces vengo tarde, de noche,
cuando se deja ver tu figura
que suavemente
hace rizos del bombillo. Lo entona.
Y allí estás...casi desnuda,
tu mirada de nuevo:
Unos ojos escarlata
que hacen trizas
toda esa oscuridad.
Cuando la mañana
abre lentamente, y levanta sus brazos
en la ventana
y tu no estás...
y tu no estás...
TRANSLATION BY THE AUTHOR:
--BLINDS--
You look every afternoon
thinking I do not see you
those eyes cover the street
like light, in the same light, always.
Sometimes I come late, at night,
when your figure allows itself to be seen
that gently
makes ripples of the lightbulb. Entonates it.
And there you are... almost in the nude
your gaze once again:
A pair of scarlet eyes
that rip
all of that darkness.
When morning,
opens slowly and raises its arms
upon the window...
and you´re not there...
and you´re not there...
copyright 2008, by Carlos Mijares Poyer, english and spanish original and translation.
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