Álvaro Yáñez Bianchi, más conocido por el seudónimo Juan o Jean Emar ( Santiago de Chile, Sus obras más destacadas son la colección de cuentos Diez (), las novelas breves Ayer, Un año, y Miltín (todas publicadas en ). Juan Emar has 16 books on Goodreads with ratings. Juan Emar’s most popular book is Ayer. Download Citation on ResearchGate | Juan emar’s ayer: Pataphysics impressions of modernity | This study intends to propose an interpretation of Ayer, by Juan.
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Not even its lack of green feathers, nor its scarlet feathers, have managed to make the reds waver in the least little bit. Only every quarter of an hour e,ar would say:.
Finally I said in a low voice: We sat down once again. Then, from there, it inflated roundly like a ball of soap, exploded in a wind that ruffled our hair and loosed a greenish drizzle over us; entering first through our ears, it then harmonized our eyes with the twelve paintings, to give us the feeling all through our bodies of being submerged in a calm swamp of algae and still waters.
And work is hard for me, working makes me suffer. As a result, the reds that complement the greens, complement not only them but also your entire studio. His jaguar features remained unchanged.
A group of clouds comes and suddenly we have miles and miles of green, just like that, all at once. Where do greens rise up simultaneously, twinkling as well, correspondingly changeful—since every shade of one demands the exact shade of the other—so that balance can be maintained? But aesthetics belong to us all, and so I must insist. It was a sincere statement directed solely at his art, or more accurately at the atmosphere in which it came to be, since, in all honesty, he had shown us nothing yet of his work and the last canvas I had seen of his was from five years earlier.
I will crush them, grind them up, tear their insides to pieces to extract and expel all the reds of their blood. Otherwise, all is chaos, total extinction, a return to the day before the first day of creation.
I started right in on the art of good painting, saying to my friend: Why ayeer you so upset? I reached both hands to him effusively, saying in an excited voice: Until, partially returning to life, I wondered: Lucuma fruit with cream.
And this hue, upon analysis, has just as much right to live as bronze, the color of sunny days, or the violet of thunderstorms.
I have no wife or children or relatives or friends. Until, partially returning to life, I wondered:.
You see how they pass by, approach, move away, return, touch the glass, turn, disappear, reappear. And I turned back ayeer the canvases. At this rate the day will come when you even see red as green. I, with my spirit not so vast, remained within my own possibilities. Three drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.
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In general, they are slender, jua, graceful; they smile, they lower their lids, they lift their breasts when they breathe. The remaining ten percent, as it poured out of him, was a bit empty and very kindhearted.
Read more from the August issue Go Back. It is my only pleasure. There was a green there that I had forgotten, completely forgotten, and that now, looking suddenly again at the paintings, appeared to me all of a sudden. Whatever complements, balances; whatever balances, stabilizes—very important, this making stable!
But let us keep within the limits we have set. And I feel, why deny it, a strong disquiet. But, for now, other errands call us. I pricked up my ears.
She was on the verge of ecstasy. Then we would turn, alternating right and left, after something, anything. The viewers will leave with their pupils full of senselessness. He waited a minute and then, in a confidential tone, he told us, his gaze alternating ajer my wife and me.
Books by Juan Emar (Author of Ayer)
This should suffice, but I see that until now Juaj have not gone beyond the world of the senses, the greens that for better or worse can be perceived by the senses. Then, with those reds, I will make any that are still missing in creation, any that God has planned to make during the days yet to come, reds of fire, of ruby, of flowers and meat, of menstruations and wounds, of shames and glories.
And so on for all the domains of nature and the universe, since if it were otherwise, as we have said, all would be chaos. A thing of little importance, moreover.
Books by Juan Emar
As soon as life offers us another occasion, we will be delighted to come again. I was speaking, then, of the atmosphere, may that be perfectly clear. If you take your paintings out of here a large part of the reds will have nothing more to do, they will lose their objective, the environment that envelops them will be different. We emaf silent, the three of us smoking. Those of the gestation of jua in an ovum, those of birth and growth, those of plenitude, those that are created by eating away at the air inside of coffins.
I recognized those reds, sexual and burning, among all the others because they held within them emae shapes of tender young girls, and there was no perception of the corresponding greens that would calm them, that would place them within a placid equilibrium.