Necesito urgentemente algo que leer que me acompanie durante la semana, cada dia todo se pone peor, sino fuera por la paga ya estaria afuera desde hace mucho tiempo, no me queda mas que esperar que las aguas vuelvan a tomar su curso normal.

Este fin de semana he dejado de hacer cosas, se supone que iria al cumpleanios de Sandra, uno de los arquitectos de la universidad o deberia estar fuera de la ciudad descansando con la mujer que ocupa mi mente, Ya me acaba un poco la inactividad del mundo hogarenio, tal vez ya es tiempo de buscar las alternativas nuevas, la gente con quien se pasa uno las horas perdido buscando las respuestas. El yo mio esta aturdido, taciturno y no despierta, la bicicleta que tanto necesito puede ser la solucion, tengo la camara y los ojos bien abiertos para buscar imagenes, sera tal vez que los dias nublosos me ponen con este sentimiento de "infertilidad", vaya termino tan radical sin embargo cuando no produces nada si que se siente uno fuera del ciclo, de pequenio tenia fuerzas para todo parece ser que a mis 28 deberia estar corriendo por ahi, debo tomar mas cafe y dejar de ver tanta television, si continuo asi terminare suicidandome y le dejare una nota postuma al control remoto................

We must be careful. Our lives are changing. Our gods are silent. Our ancestors are silent. A great something is going to come from the sky and change the face of the earth. We must take an interest in politics. We must become spies on behalf of human justice. Human beings are dreaming of wiping out their fellow human beings from this earth. Rats and frogs understand their destiny. Why not man, eh?

--Ben Okri

Ben Okri was born in 1959 in Lagos, Nigeria. He attended Urhobo College, Warri, for a few years and later continued his education privately in Lagos. Okri claims that his childhood has significantly influenced his writing, yet he has not shared many details about his childhood because he believes that it is best explored in his fiction. Instead of providing autobiographical details, Okri prefers to talk about how reading has influenced his writing. He started by reading African, classical, and European myths, and he continued reading from his father's library of the Western classics. Noting many strong similarities between these diverse cultural traditions, Okri developed a world view that combines African and European traditions. His reading also inspired him to begin writing stories and essays while he was still in secondary school. Later, he failed to get a place at a Nigerian university, so he took a job at a paint store and started publishing his writing in Nigerian women's journals and evening papers. By the time he turned eighteen, he had completed his first novel, Flowers and Shadows, and moved to England where he attended the University of Essex. He continues to live, read, and write in London.

http://www.uweb.ucsb.edu/~rbb0/academic/projects/okri/life.html

Saul's booklist

i've been meaning to take the time to compose a booklist for the many people that ask all the time what i'm reading or what books i might suggest. now, firstly, i am just a young kid that walks through bookstores and picks things at random realizing that there is no such thing as random. i prefer used bookstores because i imagine that those books store the energy of those who have read them and that itself can serve as a link to the content beyond the content (forgive me, i'm sounding philosophical today). secondly, my personal preference is usually fiction. i believe that good fiction writers do as much research as nonfiction writers, yet do not assert themselves as being capable of rendering a topic objectively. thus, they employ their imagination and intuition and encourage us to employ ours in reaching beyond the facts ("...matter is fact, so spirit must be fiction...metafiction"). so, here's a list of a few books that come to mind here in madison, wisconsin's howard johnson hotel. some of these books were read recently and other's years ago. these are basically the books that first come to mind. when i get home i'll look through shelves and see what books i like that i haven't remembered. anyway, i am very impressionable and some of these books have actually changed my life. this list is primarily books that i've read that have had some effect on me. this is not necessarily a "suggested reading" list. like i said, i choose to pay attention to the books that come up in my own personal experiences and perhaps you should do the same. i don't believe in mere coincidence (celestine prophecy). i like to put myself in the right place to receive what i desire. like one birthday of mine i wished that i had a good book to read so i went to my favorite bookstore, in ny at the time, and walked the aisles, and when terra nostra by carlos fuentes fell off the shelf i opened to that so-called "random" page, read, and knew that i had been gifted.

-autobiography of malcolm x
-autobiography of assata shakur
-the famished road by ben okri
-songs of enchantment by ben okri
-infinite riches by ben okri
-astonishing the gods by ben okri
-and all of his poetry books
-temple of my familiar by alice walker (my favorite book on relationships)
-everything by octavia butler (science fiction...read inside covers to find the right sequence)
-the fountainhead by ayn rand
-atlas shrugged by ayn rand
-the man who cried i am by john williams
-shark dialogues by kiana davenport
-song of the exile by kiana davenport
-siddhartha by herman hesse
-illusions: notebook of a reluctant messiah by richard bach
-conversations with god parts 1, 2, and 3
-celestine prophecy-call of shambala by james redfield
-mr. god this is anna by fynn
-zami by audre lourde
-everything by toni morrison (although i had a bit of difficulty with the last two)
-the hyperion series by dan simmons (science fiction)
-the neveryona series by samuel delany (science fiction)
-the gift by hafiz and anything else you can get your hands on (poetry)
-the essential writings of rumi (poetry)
-civilization or barbarism by cheik anta diop (history)
-cranial guitar by bob kaufman and whatever else you can find (poetry)
-everything by sylvia plath (poetry/fiction)
-birthday letters by ted hughes (poetry)
-paul robeson speaks
-autobiography of miles davis
-my soul to keep by tanarive due
-the living blood by tanarive due
-everything by zora neale hurston
-two thousand seasons by ayi kwe armah
-the healers by ayi kwe armah
-a question of power by bessie head
-poisonwood bible by barbara kingsolver (yep. oprah's booklist)
-a soldier of the great war by mark helprin
-cosmicomics by italo calvino
-terra nostra by CARLOS FUENTES
-be here now by ram dass
-it's here now (are you?) by bhagavan das
-the writings of krishna murti
-the tao te ching by lao tsu (i prefer the stephen mitchell translation)
-the fifth sacred thing by starhawk
-the complete poems of anne sexton.

http://www.americanrecordings.com/saulwilliams/frameset.html

Esta es la tumba Woelfin............, por cierto, en que cementerio esta la tumba de Jim Morrison?.
Cuando yo asistia la preparatoria estudie un poco de guitarra clasica, mas adelante en la Universidad lo hice tambien por un par de anios, hasta que me di cuenta que no tenia mucho talento.

Saludos.
Artec

Hace ya algunos anios que he escuchado "Tango en Sky" de Roland Dyens y aun me estremece escuchar cuan lirico es, mis oidos a veces se alejan de algunas cosas, me acostumbro a las disonancias de la monotonia, aunque dicen que es musica el sonido, no importa si este viene del ruido de los autos o el clap, clap de los tacones al caminar, ahora entiendo que buena parte de mi olvido hacia la musica ordenada parte de mis desorganizacion.

En Paris caminando por ahi en el cementerio de Montmartre vi la tumba de Fernando Sor, francamente buscaba la de Jim Morrison que jamas aparecio, creo que no era el cementerio correcto, pero al ver la tumba de Sor me paso por la mente que las cosas grandes vienen no son obra de la casualidad. Si que he perdido la costumbre por el ruido tonal, ese que transmite y te toca el compas del corazon.

Que hay para este domingo?, al menos aqu no se ven las estrellas aun, siguen las lluvias hasta he tenido que sellar un poco las ventanas con poliuretano en espuma, lo cual ha sido un verdadero desastre, se batio por todos lados, todo sea por no dejar pasar el agua al interior de la recamara, al fin de todo, creo que sera un domingo en el que si me da un poco la gana me vuelvo a la libreria a buscar algo interesante, creo que me compro un libro en Ingles para seguir aprendiendolo.

El proyecto, seguimos analizando los pormenores, que desastre, al final solo voy a alimentar mi ego, porque nadie me va a agradecer el esfuerzo.

Que mas da, a sobrevivir..........

A Mexican woman walks July 13, 2002 near burned police cars on the outskirts of San Salvador Atenco near of Mexico City, the site where the Mexican government plans to build a new international airport. Hundreds of machete-wielding farmers protesting the government's plan to take their land for a new airport prepared for a showdown with police two days after taking seven hostages during clashes that left 30 people injured. Photo by Daniel Aguilar/Reuters

http://www.reuters.com/photo_gallery_pres.jhtml?imageID=1000207799&type=search

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http://www.reuters.com/news_article.jhtml?type=search&StoryID=1197495