Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again

... maybe too high hopes... maybe I should cool down a little bit and stop pretending to be something I'm not. But each and every night, my head not me my head brights as a bunch of electromagnetic nerves tied up together and I can't sleep. ...and my head, not me, my head wants to write down this idea which drains off the filtering screen of the night...

And then I wake up in this mood of utter clairvoyance about a future of mine... ...and I call for the division bell to ring and I come to speak to the void above me and claim for an answer that never comes. Ahá! These people! They've so inside the idea of themselves being gods, they decided not to answer anymore... as gods do...

Free link.

And why not?

Today I opened my blogger account and I found this link. Yeah, about monetizing my blog and all this shite... capitalism and so on... But then I though: alright, I sometimes write reports about books I've read and maybe someone is buying this book because of my recommendation --though I don't believe anyone actually follows this blog...--. And if this happens, and the seller things that me providing the recommendation is worth some cents... what the hell: why wouldn't I take the reward? Even more, if I don't, then the seller is profiting from my comments for free...

And so, since I like a lot Amazon because they bring you the books up to the door of your home quite quickly and at very cheap prices; I decided, I'm monetizing the blog a little bit.

To be fair with my self, my future self, and my self before; I promise I'll try to find also links to freely download the 'products' --it's kind of hard for me to say that some books are just products...-- I recommend :)

Kensington Gardens II

Just a quick correction to the post before! I told a scene was described in 2666, which I though might happen also in Jardines de Kensington. OK, now I've already read the book and this last is not true. This scene doesn't happen in Jardines de Kensington. Coming back to 2666, we can suppose the scene described in there involves the author of Jardines de Kensington himself!!

Also a comment on the book: it's great, I recommend it to have a great time reading. Of course, it's not 2666 :D!

On Dreams and Movies

Today I had a very featured Dream. I'm not pretty sure about the argument, but I remember that it included a mother taken away from her children because she suffered demonic -or angelic, which is the same- possessions, run-away adventures in a train, time travels... and a very mysterious final scene in which a 'half lizard'-'half white widow' ("lizwidow" now and on) came out the frame of a window while I was messing around with a fork on the spiderweb. I killed IT with the fork but couldn't avoid a quick short, sharp, shock -dig it?- in my finger. Then I awoke.

I won't waist any second thinking about possible interpretations (I did). This could be very self revealing, but it's a busy day and I've got things on my mind: so I'll focus on the technical details!! My Dream was of a high quality! It involved several complicated technical resources such as panoramic views, zoom into the spider -or elsewhere, just amazing zooms-, 'camera' changing to the point of view of the characters -thus we could say, I was not the main person... or I was all those persons at a time 'cause I was into them and knew their limitations and feelings-, ... At the same time, some fantastic elements were quite realistic (e.g. the lizwidow) and I would swear, in the moment this beast was about to show up from the wooden shadows of the window frame, there was some music straining the audience.

Here my question: were Dreams all the same during the history? I guess NO :) So: how were the Dreams of the people living in the DDR different from those living in the Bundesrepublik Deutschland? How were the Dreams of the Spanish people when they only had radios or could only watch TV in front of the store windows? How are the Dreams of the people living in latin america, where at any moment the worm -a lizwidow- can come and sweep all sanity away? How were the Dreams of the greeks? How would be our Dreams in the future, as we incorporate more and better special effects? I'm amazed about the possibilities a 3-D Dream could offer!!! Do rich people have more quality Dreams than me? I'd like to be rich for a night just to have a complete 4-D Dream with dolby surround audio!! Could a man be soo rich, that a nightmare would kill him?

Jardines de Kensington

Jardines de Kensington (Kensington Gardens) is a book from Rodrigo Fresán, a guy from Argentina who writes amazingly good. Woow I'm not quite sure how this post is going to look like because I feel like having a lot of lost pieces to bring together... and I just began the reading so I guess there are also some pieces missing.

First, on the writer: I just surprisingly realized that this guy has a very poor entry on wikipedia, which I don't understand. In there it's said Jardines de Kensington has only recently been translated into english: that might be a good reason for the short entry. So, this writer is from Argentina and seems to be a friend of Roberto Bolaño's, which is a cornerstone in this story. I now see Bolaño has a larger text on wikipedia.

Second, on Jardines de Kensington: This is the book I'm reading right now. The story happens in London and has tons of references to Peter Pan and to the literary world build upon it --I mean Peter Pan's creator and all the not-growing story--. I find this book so terrificly good and metaphor-blown-up (?) that I think there won't be anything left to be written after it... so: good riddance to the never-concluded dream of mine of me becoming a writer :D for there's nothing left to be written.

I was describing the book to a friend few minutes ago and came up with a fine metaphor --which I surely made up by linearly combining the ones I've read on Jardines de Kensington so far--. This book is the closest thing to minimal techno music I've ever heard. Like being always excited, alway about to get to somewhere, but you don't get to it. I don't know exactly how much I do like this feeling. By now I love it :D!

Third, on how I got to this book: and here we have to go back to the ever-present 2666, in which, I think; it's been written everything else which was not in Jardines de Kensington; included my whole life. Thus if one book took away from me the idea of being a writer, the other one stole my free-will and sentenced me to have a fate from which I can't scape... fine, this is another story I might tell at another time.

Back to the topic, it seems to exist a strange passage in 2666 where some characters happen to be in Kensington gardens at the same time as some other characters from Jardines de Kensington do. At least those from 2666 see the others, and I'd be amazed if the same thing happened in the opposite way!! A friend of mine who I love found the relationship and just showed up with Jardines de Kensington for me.

I couldn't wait to be sinked into the reading and I hope I can write a little bit more another day... It's enough for today!

Kurihara Takuya

Maybe it was my mood, gray as the day and thus prone to little nirvanas of sadness. Anyway, today I found this painter, Kurihara Takuya, resident in Tacheles House, Berlin. His work, I've found it so amazing I almost cried in front of him. I'd like I'd talked to him, but at the moment I felt deeply shy and withdrew myself from there after staring his paintings for half an hour while he was working.

2666

I'm quite shocked at the moment, though I finished the book kind of 5 hours ago, and can't put into words all this storm of feelings... This is one of the best books I've ever read!!!!! Just wanted to share with everyone my joy!! I'll try to write more on this other day!