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Cannibalize Yourself Forever!

Posted by judamasmas on 2009/10/11

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Between 2002 and 2005 I managed to bring together a group of students from various schools of the Central University of Venezuela in a rather heterogeneous group, but with the common interest of writing literature. The first years we had no visible name or voice, but it was in 2005 that we really made university hear about ourselves, we found we could register the group as a group of university extension, which we did. With this request we could request the use of the auditoriums and halls of the Faculty of Humanities, pay for a few hours. We did some presentations on these places, also in the open areas of the University, in the classrooms we made our literary meetings and on the Internet we found a way to communicate and disseminate our writings. 2005 was our golden age, but  at the end of that year, the group disappears and today in 2009 the site where the magazine  was will be closed as Yahoo Geocities service changes and becomes a paid service, so I post t his invaluable material on my blog to rest and inspire. Let this be a reminder of something we accomplished and to be as well a tribute to the  Canibalización Aleatoria (Random Cannibalization Group) and all the poets who were part of it. Sometimes I feel nostalgia for the time we spent together, all that we did and also the material produced, its quality fills me with pride, although I would like the group to continue to exist, but I know time and distance are factors difficult to overcome. Without further ado I present the 5 numbers of the Venezuelan Experimental Literary Magazine Canibalízate. Enjoy them. (Only in Spanish, sorry).

No. 1

No. 2

No. 3

No. 4

No. 5

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judamasmas reads poems at Oslo University College

Posted by judamasmas on 2009/03/15

I read these poems of mine -in english- on October 7th 2008 at the Oslo University College in a Literary Evening.

This video has spanish subtitles and its Youtube webpage has the english texts.

I first read the poem Prelude by the Venezuelan poet José Antonio Ramos

Sucre and after that I read some of mine.

Enjoy.

Part 1 (Youtube Site)

Part 2 (Youtube Site)

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Prologue

Posted by judamasmas on 2007/11/20

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.

This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.

That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies.

An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician.

From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

Oscar Wilde. The Portrait of Dorian Gray.

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