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Showing posts with label Spotlighting. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 19, 2009

Spotlighting: Pablo Neruda


Pablo Neruda was the pseudonym of the Chilean poet Ricardo Neftali Reyes Basualto. He was born in Parral a little town in central Chile, but moved to Temuco city when he was only months old. It was in this city where he showed interest in poetry and made his early works, and where he picked Pablo Neruda as a pseudonym because his father did not approve of his writing. He is considered one of the greatest Spanish-language poets of the 20th century.

He is called the poet of love, because his poetry is so sensual and sometimes very erotic. He was Chilean honorary consulship in Burma, Ceylon, Java, Singapore, Buenos Aires, Barcelona, and Madrid. In 1943, he returned to Chile but he left the country in 1949 because the Chilean President Gabriel Gonzalez Videla was chasing him for political reasons. Between 1949 to 1952 he lived in exile in different European countries. He was also known as an outspoken communist. he died in Santiago de Chile, few days after the coup of state on September 11th of 1973 where his friend Salvador Allende (the first socialist President to been elected democratically by the people in Latin America) died.

Trivia

He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971.

Children: Malva Marina (b.1934, d.1942)

Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez considers him the greatest poet of the 20th Century in any language. Mexican poet Octavio Paz considered Neruda "a servant of fascism".

Federico García Lorca was a primary influence on his style. The two poets were close friends up until Lorca's execution during the Spanish Civil War.

Biography/bibliography in: "Contemporary Authors". New Revision Series, Vol. 131, pages 321-330. Farmington Hills, MI: Thomson Gale, 2005.

The love poetry Patch Adams (Robin Williams) read to Corinne Fisher (Monica Potter) in the movie Patch Adams was from Pablo Neruda's "100 Love Sonnets : Cien sonetos de amor".

Kenneth Rexroth's translation of Pablo Neruda's 1955 poem "Brown and Agile Child" is shown on the back cover of Jackson Browne's 1976 album "The Pretender".

Adopted the pen name Pablo Neruda as a tribute to the Czech writer and poet Jan Neruda (1834-1891).


Personal Quotes

Love is so short and forgetting so long.

Only with burning patience shall we conquer the splendid city which shall give light, justice and dignity to all men. Thus shall Poetry not have sung in vain.

They may mow down all the flowers, but they can't stop spring. (I LOVE this quote)

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

The poem featured below is from Pablo's 100 Love Sonnets and is one of my favorites by him--Sonnet XLV "Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day"

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here,

dying?




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Thursday, July 9, 2009

The Beautiful You


I love this story...it touches my heart in a most magnificent way. So I thought I would share it with you. I hope you like it as much as I do.

We place great emphasis on a narrow idea of physical beauty.

In an American history discussion group, the professor was trying to explain how, throughout history, the concept of "beauty" changes with time. "For example," he said, "take the 1921 Miss America. She stood five-foot-one inch tall, weighed 108 pounds and sported a 30-inch bust, a 25-inch waist and 32-inch hips. How do you think she'd do in today's version of the contest?"

The class fell silent for a moment. Then one student piped up, "Not very well."

"Why is that?" asked the professor.

"For one thing," the student pointed out, "she'd be way too old."

Good point -- she'd be way too old. But beauty is a peculiar thing, for it means something a little different to each of us. And it isn't always about appearance. Sometimes beauty is a quality that softly shines from inner depths. And you may actually radiate more inner beauty than you realize.

An elderly woman noticed that her granddaughter felt embarrassed by her freckles. "I love your freckles," she said, kneeling beside the girl and admiring her face.

"Not me," the child replied.

"Well, when I was a little girl I always wanted freckles," the grandmother said, tracing her finger across the child's cheek. "Freckles are beautiful."

The girl looked up. "Really?"

"Of course," said her grandmother. "Why just name one thing that's prettier than freckles."

The little girl peered into the old woman's smiling face, aglow with kindness and love. "Wrinkles," she answered softly.

The physical beauty of youth will fade. But the beauty of a spirit, when nurtured, can grow forever.
~ Steve Goodier ~