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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This is less a studio than the depths of the jungle, or—even worse! Outside the studio, I said to my wife: And we went in. The green of silence, the green of murmurings, the green of pandemonium. Then the green of Lucretia, the beautiful Lucrecia, began to vacillate, to move away little by little, so little by so little that I scarcely seemed to hear very far away a peal of bells coming from the convent of Los Jeronimos. And yes, there were the invisible greens. 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.
Until, partially returning to life, I wondered: I pricked up my ears. Then I looked at my hands, wanting to see some part of me that was alive in that studio. My wife frequents the cinema; I, the athletic fields.
Only every quarter of an hour he would say:. Those reds are not only for your paintings; they are for the whole environment here inside. Only every quarter of an hour he would say: As such, it is not worthwhile to insist on it. Then he asked me:. His gaze was ninety percent inward. Upon turning, I almost fell to my knees.
And because of this, when I saw them disappear, I felt imbalanced, like I was falling into the abyss. I started right in on the art of good painting, saying to my friend: Then, among the rings of smoke, I began to examine my dear old friend. Let us fix that word firmly in our heads: Where is the balance? Scarcely one or two little red flowers. What is more, for twenty-four years Ruben de Loa had painted without stopping.
I recognized those reds, sexual and burning, among all the others because they held within them the 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. We headed for the Basilica restaurant, which was the closest, and sat down at a table.
And so, allow me yaer more word. While my wife and I were there ayeg the paintings, with our friend behind us, his hands lifted, a toucan belonging to qyer elderly neighbor lady let out its wild song. Then we would turn, alternating right and left, after something, anything. In general, they are slender, tall, graceful; they smile, they lower their lids, they lift their breasts when they breathe.
Well, its screeching song of exploding colors reached the studio through the high window, crossed through it aywr the normal speed, and came to rest above our heads. You see how they pass by, approach, move away, return, touch the glass, turn, disappear, reappear.
By arrangement with the estate of Juan Emar. Like so many of my fellow citizens, and many of the fairer citizens of ekar city who enjoy, at that same hour, to walk along that same avenue. You will see, my friend, that the day must come when you see blue as green, yellow as green, orange as green, and black and white and any color in existence will be green to you.
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Not one word more! I will try to explain them.
Those of the show, the supposed show. For a long time I searched for the cause of my disquiet, but with no success. He smoked a juaan, as a painter should.
Juan Emar – Words Without Borders
Not even its lack of green feathers, nor its scarlet feathers, have managed to make the reds waver in the least little bit. Ruben de Loa stood behind us, lifted both arms so that one of his hands came to rest on each of our heads and in that pose, without moving, without blinking, he kept watch over our mute contemplation. I have no more than one, one and only one. We fell silent, the three of us smoking.
I started right in on the art of good painting, saying to my friend:. My uneasiness began to turn to fear. On the other hand, as things stand now, as they are today, life circulates in a great balanced complement and I, poor Ruben de Loa, in the image of the Creator himself, can bestow total life, one more point, one more conduit, let us say, for it to circulate happily through.
I, with my spirit not so vast, remained within my own possibilities. Very well, I or anyone elsethink of a jungle. 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. My dear friend, until next time then, very soon.