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In 2003, Stephen King received the medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. Some respected critics like Harold Bloom, did the tantrum of their lives for an election so decadent. Explains, learning critical thinking Bloom, Stephen King, he says, is not literature, and does not contribute, destroy the letters. Other less countercultural critics applauded the decision. In different proportions, but in essence therefore, some criticize my interest in King's novels.

I think the mere fact that these critics have not read King never not an argument against its critics. It is impossible to give an opportunity for all authors, all tastes, also has the letter SK scarlet which most of the amateur and professional literature like the plague flee: NewYorkTimesBestSellingAuthor. is, and the same is said against Murakami, sells too, we read very often, is accessible and entertaining, therefore, can not be literature.

There is a profound error in this idea, a kind of criticism that is based on prejudice and discrimination. As Reyes and many others, I can only dream of a simple literature, accessible, communicative and enjoyable for all who read. Honestly, I think Stephen King is laying the groundwork for such literature as they did in their time Charles Dickens and Alexander Dumas.

Certainly, other authors with names of the New York Times and bestselleras sagas such as Interview with the Vampire, the Tom Clancy's, Bourne Hollywood and even the new vampire Crepúsuclo hypochondria, sell as much or more than King. And confiésome guilty, I have read and enjoyed more than one of these books entertaining but no substance. But none of them has been what it was the Dark Tower, for example, only King has made me laugh out loud and looking at me from a new, dark, which is no more savage honesty that we face when we were alone and lost. King only joined me when I had to learn to walk again if you stay true, I whispered, and at the end was right.

Yesterday I finished reading The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon , in English, as it should read Stephen King. That is the first point for the literary value of works of King achieved. can not translate. For more than a translation from clogging Plaza y Janes or DeBolsillo is not the same as reading it in its original language. It is incompetence of the translators sometimes his over-zealous, "but there are things that only the chaotic and anarchistic polysemy of English can mean or represent. And yet, there are things that only Mr. King can say and do say the language on a domain that has acquired quite respectable if not staggering. Slang typical concatenation of adjectives, original insults, puns incredible. I think when the meaning of the work depends heavily on language that is written, history and language form a symbiosis so close, there is something special.

Stephen King handles simple metaphors, illogical and convoluted life that, nevertheless, maintain a consistency that does not really know where it comes from, but it's there. These metaphors evolve along their books and they complement each new novel. Thus, in The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon , everything can be derived from the first sentences of the book: the world has fangs and every bite. The precariousness of our false assurances to the world and nature. Throughout the novel, which has only 250 pages-the metaphor is being developed on the increasingly fragile flesh of a girl lost in the woods. Suddenly, all that is a source of entertainment, long walks, the day camp, an enemy becomes huge, invincible, terrifying. The world shows its teeth. Simple metaphors, but that we develop about themselves and, almost always, at the end of the book, closed like a moebius ring each year plus infinity. Subaudible god, bear is not a bear, the god of the lost, the nine innings, save situation. must read to see that game of allegories that are not pedantic.

That, too, King, a writer is simple, unpretentious. He himself says in On Writing - one of the best on the job - , the idea is to tell a story and the story like, entertain and be read, inviting the reader to return to the books. As much as his novels each year acquire greater depth, narrative richness and beauty, it seems to be an accident, an ancillary aspect of the work, something perhaps, that neither the author had noticed. His books are not intended educate, but educate, not seek to show human nature and they do. A story of King is a perfect time capsule almost a year, a decade and the social stratum that is even when Stephen is not realistic, nor manners, nor naturalist, or historian. Could

decírseme is an exaggeration to think that a King novel speaks of human nature. Two things, no more than The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon to support me: First, who has been missing for a few hours and know how easy it is to begin to dissociate in a hopeful voice and voice-defeating, it almost immediately black humor, making mocking imaginary conversations with friends who are not there with heroes lost and how useful it can be all that to the soul, to let off the trance, on the other, put a face and name the opponent who has no personality, the god of the lost, name is separated, to confront the "other" and learn to negotiate with him, have the ability to stand up. This is a horror novel, not because there is a "monster" in it, because one remembers terror have been lost in the forest in the city in a bad neighborhood and gains power and intimidating environment. A real terror, represented by a osoquenoesunoso.

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shelled on the work of Stephen King, especially about the most recent. Work also has its cons, like everything: using the resources of the older novel folletón sustaining attention, cutting chapter, operates his reputation as a novelist of terror when none of his novels scares in recent years has recycled some old writings, has an ego the Unamuno who did get in several books. These are all literary cons, but they're pros, because at the end of the day achieves what every writer looking even at a subconscious level, that people read to the end, you want to read more.

Yes, when you read a best-seller you've read them all. But you have not read Stephen King. I think can be brought to an in the same category as Pérez-Reverte, Muñoz Molina, Juan Marse, Michel Houellebecq, Norman Mailer, and even Dostoyevsky, write to sell, write and tell a story, but when readers finish, we realize that in the background, there is more there than just a pretty story. Is the reflection of a time, one way of being human. Clear that King has the edge in the center of the consumer world and books that present a challenge only to be understood and enjoyed: literacy.

not necessary to be cryptic, untranslatable, unreadable as Finnegan's Wake for literature or to master English. Also may be at each bus stop, at all airports in any bookstore shelf and remain literature. I like to read Stephen King and not consider it a guilty pleasure or futile, I consider it one of the writers who taught me to love literature.

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Claudia Stephen King (as it had to happen)

Well, as always happens with reality, the end comes as an anticlimax, as a slow extinction of the passions, taste, emotions . This capacity of man to get used to anything is the death of every feeling, every emotion, any dream lyric.

as he passed through, and passed the nerve and well planted on the legs do not tremble, the stupid subject last time appeared again in the cafeteria at Perisur. Claudia was there, something different, because the lack of clarifying the eye nerves. Lacked that aura of romantic beauty, having overcome the wasting disease, beauty, lacked the shimmering skin of the subject that morphine addict imagined, invented or discovered anything as an echo of a time gone, another life, a forgotten book. Claudia, more like herself than the desire or the dream of others and, therefore, simpler, less frightening. Beautiful, but not enough to pass out to a lunatic poetaster nervous. Not anymore.

The poetaster, meanwhile, did not know how to attract the eyes of Claudia. Arrived, it was silly, ordered a coffee, he heard her voice, waited for her to turn around. But their eyes met again. There was no smile, there was that brief space of uncertainty accompanying cosmic eye recognizing that dream, lost in an instant. Poetaster the end of the day, could not help but murmur a bad verse as an antidote to the disappointment. The fault is one.

The usual doubts: have not see you, perhaps not find the verses, perhaps sorrow, fear, convention, sadness. Perhaps as never said without saying a mediocre fiction, the fault is one that is not love. All questions, reproaches touring the soul of that poetaster of napkins and improvise. Questions, broken dreams, while his feet firmly on the ground again, away from the bar in the cafeteria and again the shadow or the faceless man who failed to draw the attention of a fairly beautiful girl.

Perhaps the same happened to her, half in disappointment, imagine a thing and the end, when he actually stood in front more or less distinct, preferred indifference to ridicule. Would also have thought the poet during the week, waiting for his return, for their sake, he did not know it when we was in front, not sure because he recognized, without fear, was not made the subject of false illusions. And it's better that way, because you're waiting, like the poet, an encounter with the ideal forms of each chance meeting, sad, anticlimactic.

's better this way, repeated the poet. He sought solace in the infinite. It is better because at the end of the day, everything happened as it had to happen, perhaps more quickly than would have liked, but I had to go. My love is nothing more than a promise of disappointment with no expiration date; curse and find happiness until the world has the last word. The veil that fell from his eyes to us this afternoon about the lack of nervousness or by coincidence, have fallen in any way tomorrow or next year, and instead of writing his name on the secret of love I could have would have had to write in the number of those who left. All wounds of disappointment. This time, superficial wound, but one more.

Anyway, all ended up alone. Ahead of the time nothing is wrong. Today, tomorrow or no later than the day we pay our debt to the earth, we will meet and judge us only by scars left by the dream to die. The fault is one that does not fall in love and when love, bad love. We know not forget themselves.

Friday, April 17, 2009

00:33 Hrs.

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CHACHAPOYAS

In 1535, the first English arrived in the territory of the Chachapoyas, a huge area between the Huallaga and Maranon rivers, located between 2,000 and 3,000 meters. high and permanently covered by clouds. From the ninth century, the area was populated by a large culture, until it was invaded by the Incas in the fifteenth century, and incorporated into the Inca Empire during times of Tupac Inca Yupanqui.
Chachapoyas or Sachapcollas The people (residents of forested areas) was composed of various ethnic kin, who traveled through the territory that extends from north to south (about 300 km.) From the Marañón in the Bagua area and south to the basin Abiseo.
Some theories claim that the descendants of immigrants Chachapoyas culturally Andean Cordillera, which changed its ancient culture in the new environment, taking some traditions of the people of Amazonian origin. Transformed the forest landscape at barren as they were despoiling the forests, and as a result of annual burning to which submitted their land.

Policy and Social Organization Chachapoyas
The unit of social organization consisted of large estates controlled each by a powerful chief and totally independent. Small kingdoms were mainly settled along the river Utcubamba. All had the same language, same customs and ways of growing and very occasionally got together for some religious ceremonies or to an attack by an enemy town, while maintaining its autonomy. According
chronicles told by Pedro Cieza de Leon, the Chachapoyas were the white and graceful of all the inhabitants of Peru. They wore clothes of wool and were in their heads about "llaüt" as a sign of their origin. After its annexation to the Inca adopted the customs imposed by the Incas.
social organization was based on domestic production in the subsistence agricultural storage facilities. Within the Chachapoyas region, developed the exchange of food (such as salt) and services based on social relations where people come together in a network.

Architecture and Ceramics Chachapoyas
central area of \u200b\u200bthe development of the Chachapoyas culture was the basin Utcubamba. There we find the architectural de Olano, Yalape, Purunllacta or "Monte Peruvia" Congon (renamed Great Vilaya), Vira Vira, Pajatén and others. But Cuélap is undoubtedly the greatest monument of nearly 600 meters long walls that reach 20 meters high.
The residential buildings and monuments are circular with high bases, ledges of boulders and flat stones protruding above the surface of the bases. They have ramps or stairs, directed toward the entrance.
The Chachapoyas developed a symbolic language common geometric patterns as triangles, diamonds, serpentine and square ornaments, displayed on the friezes of circular stone dwellings. These symbols were ethnic and social value, and served to demonstrate the strength of local identity, maintained through the Inca period.
funerary architecture also characterizes the Chachapoyas culture, and includes two types of graves: the sarcophagus and mausoleum. The sarcophagus is an evolution of the bundle that is expressed in Andean and coastal areas of Tiahuanaco-Huari times.

NOTE: The information's has been taken from:

http://www.tudiscovery.com/mochica_chacha/cultura_cha/index.shtml

ACTIVITIES:

SAYS:

to ) According to some hypotheses, what is the origin of the Chachapoyas?
b) How was his funeral architecture?
c) What was the social organization of the Chachapoyas?
d) What is the most important architectural complex of the Chachapoyas?


FILL IN THE BLANK:

a) The Chachapoyas culture was found in the current department ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
b) Buildings Chachapoyas were so ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..
c) ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. was the Inca conquered the Chachapoyas.
d) The geographical area of \u200b\u200b... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. is the most important of the Chachapoyas culture.
e) The word means chacapoyas ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....

MAKE A DRAWING ON LIFE OF CHACHAPOYAS (A4 bond sheet)

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The rule of the COLLIQ

Comas The district has an important historical legacy, though little known, it is the remains of the lordship of Colliq. This dominion was developed during the Late Intermediate period and flourished in several areas of what is now known as Lima Norte. Had a fort that was built near the Sergio Bernales Hospital today and that helped to contain the ferocious attack of the enemy town Canta. Today we witness some remains that men and women of this dominion if we left we visited a small museum has been built by a person interested in protecting and preserving the historical legacy of the Colliq and whose effort is worth applaud, I am referring to Niquin Enrique Castillo. A continuaciñon will look briefly at the Colliq dominion.

the dominion of the COLLI AND RIVER VALLEY CHILLON
The Lordship of Colli Colli was ruled by the Capac or Ciequic Colli and had its headquarters in a town now called Pueblo Viejo, near the fortress of Collique. The domains of the manor, as already indicated, occupying the entire lower and middle part of the Chillon Valley, extending from the sea to Chuquicoto, topmost place Quivi (Today Quives) and bordering the territory of the Sing (Lordship enemy of the Colli).
The Colli was a warlike people who held frequent wars with their neighbors for water issues and land, getting an opportunity to invade part of the Lima valley. With the singing was in perpetual conflict over the waters of Chillon, which were vital to its economy and that had Cantena as their own and therefore sought to dispose of them at its own discretion. Long ago, before the expansion Andean Colli ladies were the highest, and the headwaters of the river by what is believed to ancestral right to the water and they were unacceptable impositions of Canta. For these reasons, the conflict between them was permanent, despite which Collis and sing traded in large quantities and performing common tasks on work of mutual interest, such as hydraulic type work.
Colli populations were numerous, standing on top the of: Macas, Zapan, Chaco, and Punchauca Huanchipuquio. In the lower valley covered Lordship current Carabayllo districts, Puente Piedra, Window, Callao, Comas and Independence.

Colli's life was devoted to agriculture, emphasizing the cultivation of products such as maize, sweet potatoes, lima beans, peppers, and squash, in addition, also employed in the seafood diet.

Their pottery stands out as fairly simple. Utilitarian vessels were prepared clay type wide-mouth jar which had no decoration. Regarding its architecture is known that built using adobe. Highlights protective walls to prevent invasion their enemies.
The Colli worshiped different gods, emphasizing the worship of the moon and the hills that they considered sacred.
Colli 'clothing stands out for its simplicity. The men wore loincloths and women species rectangular sleeveless tunics which reached to the knee.
This lordship succumbs in the fifteenth century when military forces commanded by the Inca Tupac Yupanqui get her, appending to Tahuantinsuyo. The conquest of the Colli was not simple, over 1200 Colli defenders died defending the fortress of Collique which is located next to the Hospital of the same name.

ACTIVITIES

1. SAYS:

• Why collli lived constantly embroiled in conflict with the singing?


• Why do you think that despite the differences collis and sing traded between them?


• If colli life was devoted to agriculture, How important was the Rio Chillon for them? Too much or too little


• Do you consider important to study as a student Colli Fe y Alegría 13? Why?
  

2.
MADE A picture of one of the activities that colliq performed. (In an A4 sheet of paper, stuck on your notebook).

3. Reflection:
Should we protect all that our ancestors have left us? Why? Write a short text from 8 lines minimum.

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Claudia (Sorry)

Well, this is a true story, as they say. Of those that one should have to light a campfire nerd / Christian preference. It's tragic, very tragic story, a friend told me, his character, which we call Eriksson only to keep track of the characters. And if you read this, Claudia, you know that it is not unusual, he had good intentions, they just got nervous because you are beautiful and let it fool. This friend of mine came across borders and therefore, a little later, on April's Fools .

was a hot afternoon April, Eriksson told me hanging from his beer, and faced the happy prospect of going on holiday and have a shitload of entertainment available, I went to put the center commercial. But the subconscious is a traitor, man, treacherous as the genesis character. There was some resentment in voice, and it was nothing new, with a beer or two, always gets rude, self-critical. I put my hand on the shoulder and told him that we all do, whatever it was, nothing is hopeless.

loudly called the waiter and asked for another round, then looked at me, covered his eyes with his hand, sighed and said: Traitor, you'll see. I lost time in the stores, looking for what to entertain the lazy days that are waiting for me. I looked computers, clothing, wines, toys and even movie premieres. That was my mistake, in the cinema. Because right there in the café opposite, sweet world if any, was she . And he said capitalized She smiled, gave him a sip of beer. I've known him most of his life, and a couple of years did not hear him say She capitalized. Anda old, I said, a mess of skirts.

No, no skirts said , black pants, an apron, black hair, smile, clean, honest and big eyes, outlined with black, white. You know, as taken from the romance. smiled, my friend likes the question Eriksson retro nineteenth century when there is an air of modernity, is stuck with Tim Burton. And I went to order a coffee because I've seen it before, because every time I step out there I look at it and I guess maybe, maybe a day and all that stuff. But it helped me but his partner, while I wanted the look to that that I like but do not know. I smiled and perhaps it also to me, but his smile is one of those who barely have already been drawn, we looked into my eyes. Then it started. He gave of punches to the table, threw half a beer in one gulp, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at me. You know what I mean , his eyes said.

And I know. For many years, so many that even worth me tell my friend was one of those timid chronically nauseous. That is, he was sorry, was sorry to give him grief and he was so upset wins to vomit or faint. Old, I said, it might be what at this point?, Are you that you had no soul because they do not know who took her and her devil and the whore that gave birth to all?

Well, idiot, and? Whoever you are such attacks, those moments of idiocy, locks the tongue, sweating like a pig (more in April) will raise your heartbeat to the ears and stop thinking. Nomas So, I asked a little mocking, because there was remorse in his voice. Just like that.

then we had a bottle rum on the table, and what I had, I figured we'd end up drunk and talking about women.

Nothing, I went back to being a teenager, you may need to see the Metallica concert, you've spent the last two weeks listening to that music then, when we were young. And I got to write some lines and leave them on the table by way of gratuity and greeting. You know that time was a chronically shy, scared of women. His name is Claudia, of course. Claudia?, Repeated with a chuckle, but Eriksson ignored the challenge. Verses bad, as always, and gives me time to write pure crap not impress or the most abject fool. course, of course, bad lines, as usual otherwise. Fuck , he replied curtly. But there is nothing wrong with that, I said, who among us has not humiliated by a woman? In such cases we are all stupid teenagers.

Deja, that's not the worst. I finished my coffee, put my poems with name, phone, blog and everything that I happened to find me without being harassed. So yes I laughed out loud. Hahahaha, "without being harassed? By now you must think you're a fucking lyric schizophrenic, afraid, afraid of the good. Sure, hell, sure, but if you saw ... course I've seen, if you're not the only one who visits the mall, the cafeteria, the world. His voice is strange, you know? It makes me feel different, too old. Maybe it's because you're an old raboverde. I laughed again as we served another drink.

Well, I left my poor verses, my tracks, my shame, I got up and left. Here's where it gets rough the matter. I went to pay for parking in one of those machines that I hate, I got the car, I repented and I decided to collect my rubbish and ask for an apology. Then I realized ... I was delighted with the story, I laughed openly, perhaps uninhibited by rum and beer. What are you most idiotic common place and you'll never smile again? I accompanied the question with a laugh.

Yes, of course, but apart from that, a more immediate tragedy. Like that time I crashed the car when exiting a parking be nervous, remember? And I, but of course I remember, asshole, he never brought out the dent to Chevy for penance. And laughed delighted. Only now driving a sports puto jajajajaja did you hit her?

No, dammit, let tell you the story do you want? I realized I left the parking ticket machine in the damn prepaid understand? Subconscious fucking traitor, putting traps, humbling in advance. Not only I can never put my mug in the coffee shop there without dying of shame, I had to put my mug and say, "fuck, I lost the ticket." Throughout life I have not seen or met a fool only to lose the parking ticket, you must be a consummate idiot. You got that absolutely right, you're an idiot. New laughter. So, I could not go to apologize, my verses ridiculed me, she will never look at me again, I lost a wool and much time getting them to let me get the car parking. I decided to put the cherry on your ice cream, and over, there will be a perpetual record of your bullshit in the annals of the mall, because you take data, they score the plates, take a copy of the registration certificate and all that they report it and store it in a database. You are the idiot perpetual, infinite.

Exactly, I said draining his drink and moridéndose lip at the end; that reason, I am the most complete failure and stupid I know, too, that know you, man. was right in that the competition between him and me is strong when it comes to crap.

the end I asked him to put his stupid story in my blog, for learning and enlightenment of all the fools in the world. Dig deep and grow a pair , is your advice to all who have been in your situation and mine is not very different.

True story, happened to call my friend whom Eriksson only to give it a name. If you read this, Claudia, Dolce Mondo, Perisur, do not judge him harshly, only nervous. But it represents a dream he thought lost, of being happy.

Erick (sson) Miranda

Sailboat By suffering, joy

Abril 03 de 2009

22:17 Hrs.