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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

mujeres uruguayas

in montevideo, they don't let you borrow books from the library. so you always see these great used/new bookstores everywhere. i wanted to buy books all the time! but they weigh so much. after moving so many times, you realize that books and records, what i love buying the most, are the heaviest boxes to lift! i was looking for a book to read on my flight so i bought a book that i saw someone read in a bus, then kept seeing it in a lot of bookstores: mujeres uruguayas, el lado femenino de nuestra historia (uruguayan women, the feminin side of our history). i still haven't finished it. it takes so much more effort to read in spanish. the book deals with the real stories of 11 women artists from uruguay who lived in different periods in history. some are from the 18th century others from the last century. it's about their lives and what it was like to be a woman and an artist in those times. each story is written by a different woman journalist, writer, and professor. this is the first volume that came out in the 90's. this is the 2nd volume it's too bad these books aren't translated in english. it's really incredible how much information is lost and unavailable to most people.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Denis said...

In the Light of the Moon (Al Claro de Luna)
by Delmira Agustini

The moon is pallid and sad, the moon is bloodless and cold.
I imagine the half-moon as a profile of the dead...
And beyond the reknowned and praised pallor
Of Arab pearls, I prefer the rose in recent bud.

In a corner of this land with the colors of earth,
I adore this pale moon, I adore this death mask!
And at the altar of the night, like a flower inflamed,
Inebriated by strange perfumes, my soul resigns.

I know of lips withered with blasphemy and wine;
After an orgy they kiss her trace in the lane.
Insane ones who die kissing her image in lakes...
Because she is light of innocence, because white things
Illuminate her mysterious light, things taking on white,
And even the blackest souls become uncertainly bright.

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