I will have to go pick up Cien Anos De Soledad...I have a lot of reading to
do while on break! All the stuff I WANT to read for a change. So far I have
not been lead astray by the suggestions of the JMDL! I have just recently
been introduced to the poetry of Pablo Neruda(thanks Paz:-) and have only
read a few so far but his poetry is amazing. He captures images and very
strong emotion in a unique way that I really relate to. I can't wait to go
get more of his books.
Nikki
np: Landslide~ Stevie Nicks & Venice
"Dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true...Vienna waits for you" ~
Billy Joel
> -----Original Message-----
> From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]On Behalf Of
> Michael Paz
> Sent: Wednesday, December 20, 2000 1:38 AM
> To: Kate Bennett; [EMAIL PROTECTED]
> Subject: Re: Gabriel Garcia Marquez NJC & long
>
>
> Hi Kate-
> Thanks very much for posting this. I love him. I loved hearing him rant
> about the gringos in their arrogance calling themselves
> americans. It is so
> sad that he is so ill. Cien Anos De Soledad is still close to the
> top of my
> greatest of all time. I have a book of his short stories as well
> that love.
> I was just telling Nikki about him the other day. Recently I have been
> reading Pablo Neruda again. I went to the library and picked up
> three books
> of his poetry. If you have not had the pleasure, high tail it on
> down to the
> PL and pick up some Neruda. Have a wonderful holiday!
>
> Michael
>
> on 12/14/00 10:51 AM, Kate Bennett at [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
>
> > Gabriel Garcia Marquez* has retired from public life due to
> > health reasons: cancer of the lymph nodes. It seems that it is
> > getting worse. He has sent this farewell letter to his friends,
> > which has been translated and posted on the Internet. Please
> > read and forward to any who might enjoy it. This is possibly,
> > sadly, one of the last gifts to humanity from a true master.
> > This short text, written by one of the most brilliant Latin
> > Americans in recent times, is truly moving.
> > _______________
> > If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted
> > me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,
> > but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not
> > for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little,
> > dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose
> > sixty seconds of light.
> >
> > I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others
> > sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a
> > good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life,
> > I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun, baring
> > not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I
> > would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over
> > the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
> > and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
> > With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their
> > thorns, and the red kiss of their petals...
> >
> > My god, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day
> > pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would
> > convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would
> > live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are
> > to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not
> > knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a
> > child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his
> > own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but
> > with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men...
> >
> > I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the
> > mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is
> > scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the
> > first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him
> > trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on
> > another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From
> > you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of
> > much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily
> > shall I be dying.
> >
> > GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
> > ------------------------
> >
> > A QUICK BIO ON THE MASTER:
> > Colombian author Gabriel Garcia Marquez began his career as a
> > Journalist for a series of liberal South American newspapers in
> > the late 1940's. Although he toyed with fiction as a young man,
> > his first true efforts were incited by the negative reviews of
> > contemporary Latin-American writers. The result was the short
> > story The Third Resignation. The reviews of the story were
> > positive and the impact strong; the press heralded The Boom,
> > a second generation of Latin-American writers. Garcia Marquez
> > followed with a compilation of short stories (Big Mama's Funeral)
> > and three novellas (Leaf Storm, No One Writes to the Colonel,
> > and In Evil Hour). These dark, eerie, and sad works were
> > influenced heavily by Franz Kafka yet the reveal the voice of an
> > intelligent young writer preparing himself for larger things.
> >
> > Larger things came to Garcia Marquez in 1967. While suffering
> >> From writer's block several years earlier, the author suddenly
> > had a vision of his next novel -- as he has said, the first
> > chapter was as clear as if it had already been written. The idea was to
> > tell the story of several generations of a Colombian family as his
> > grandmother might have told it: supernatural occurrences and
> > unbelievable events described with unblinking sincerity.
> >
> > After eighteen months of seclusion, Garcia Marquez produced his
> > Masterpiece One Hundred Years of Solitude, which has been
> > called one of the greatest novels in history. Gabriel Garcia
> > Marquez was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1982.
