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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For the third time, what viewers? That lazy wyer of dawn, when her body in the bed took on a greenish hue, damp from so much love! I lit a cigarette. Translation copyright by Megan McDowell.
Books by Juan Emar
But, I tell you, this is not what knowing is, you have not gotten inside your green. You mean to say that those who will leave with their eyes popping out from senselessness. I have no wife or children or relatives or friends. And this idle part, when the canvases are hung on the wall of a gallery, will start to seek an objective, to loiter about, to try to find a use mear itself, to mortify whatever eyes may alight on them, e,ar create fault, to sow misunderstanding, to spread a veil of disquiet between the viewers and the twelve canvases.
She looked transparent, like a small tomb. And I turned back to the canvases. And so, allow me one more word. At this rate the day will come when you even see red as green. Because of the reflection of the vines, his long black hair looked like neglected autumn grass.
How, then, does creation not explode before such an imbalance? For a long time I searched for the cause of my disquiet, but with no success. Ruben de Loa painted. You will say a small part; I, a large part. In their simple enumeration I would fill ten volumes and then, if I wanted to enumerate the relation of every green enumeration with ajer other one, a hundred volumes would not be enough.
I scratched my head and furrowed my brow. A group of clouds comes and suddenly we have miles and miles of green, just like that, all at once. But, for now, other errands call us. The greens of your canvases are greens of your studio, of your atmosphere, of this wide hole in which you live and work. And immense red flames rise up into the sky, twinkling and changeful, which a second before did not exist.
He did not sneeze or cough. Very well, I or anyone elsethink of a jungle. I felt my legs giving out. While my wife and I were there contemplating the paintings, with our friend behind us, his hands lifted, a toucan belonging to an elderly neighbor lady let out its wild song. I sat there looking for a long time.
Three drops of sweat qyer on his forehead.
Juan Emar – Words Without Borders
Then, lacking most of the points that hold them up, that keep emaar stuck and held there on the canvas, they will come loose, they will fall to the earth and spatter onto your shoes. Let it suffice for me to say that in that place was my own green, which up until then I had not known existed.
As he had done a moment earlier, our good friend waited a minute and then, looking at each of us in turn, he spoke to us in his confidential tone, to which he added a touch of sadness. Then I looked at my hands, wanting to see some part of me that was alive in that studio. It is enough to say it like this.
Its large window filters light through climbing vines with leaves that are always moving. I started right in on the art of good painting, saying to my friend:. Those of the show, the supposed show.
The frosted glass turns the green aquatic. Let it be known, quite simply, that if it had not been so eemar of the previously mentioned greens could have appeared, since.
And work is hard for me, working makes me suffer. If you take juwn 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.
Ayer – Juan Emar – Google Books
It should be mentioned that, having seen the bird on several previous occasions, I can attest that it belonged to the genus Caliptocephalus gayithat is to say, a multicolored toucan with not a single green feather. And the three of us performed the motions as if we were swimming, smoothly lifting off from the floor and floating slowly back down.
Those reds are not only for your paintings; they are for the whole environment here inside. Those of all the hours of the day and of the night; those of all the years of history.
Aeyr, all is chaos, total extinction, a return to the day before the first day of creation.