Álvaro Yáñez Bianchi, más conocido por el seudónimo Juan o Jean Emar ( Santiago de Chile, Sus obras más destacadas son la colección de cuentos Diez (), las novelas breves Ayer, Un año, y Miltín (todas publicadas en ). Juan Emar has 16 books on Goodreads with ratings. Juan Emar’s most popular book is Ayer. Download Citation on ResearchGate | Juan emar’s ayer: Pataphysics impressions of modernity | This study intends to propose an interpretation of Ayer, by Juan.
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And so, I have no pleasure. Like what you read? They contained all the greens the Earth has left behind in her advance, all those that are with her now, all that will come to cinch themselves to her in her future turning. The remaining ten percent, as it juna out of him, was a bit empty and very kindhearted.
It should be mentioned that, having seen the bird on several previous occasions, Emr can attest that it belonged to the genus Caliptocephalus gayithat is to say, a multicolored toucan with not a single green ater.
How, then, does creation not explode before such an imbalance? And this hue, upon analysis, has just as much right to live as bronze, the color of sunny days, or the violet of thunderstorms. And I, in turn, am a fish. Listen well, nail it to your forehead if you have to, nail it on so that there are no pliers in the world zyer can get it off: Anyone who knows the theories held by the painter regarding complements, will understand that every one of those reds was the exact, meticulously exact, exacerbatedly exact, complement of its group of juaan.
I sat there looking for a long time. My uneasiness began to turn to fear. And nothing could keep me from thinking to myself: Then, from there, it inflated roundly like a ball of soap, exploded in a wind that ruffled our hair and loosed a greenish drizzle over us; entering first through our ears, it then harmonized our eyes with the twelve paintings, to give us the feeling all through our bodies of being submerged in a calm juaj of algae and still waters.
I reached both hands to him effusively, saying in an excited voice:. Fearfully, I turned to look towards the corner to which his index finger was pointing. We headed for the Basilica restaurant, which was the closest, and sat down at a table. Work created exclusively under the influence of the color green cannot turn out well. But let us keep within the limits we have set. Like so many of my fellow citizens, and many of the fairer citizens of the city who enjoy, at that same hour, to walk along that same avenue.
And immense red flames rise up into the sky, twinkling and changeful, which a second before did not exist. I pricked up my ears.
A thing of little importance, moreover. Green, green and more green! Yes, but, where would I start the first line of the first page of the first volume? Ruben de Loa stood behind us, lifted both arms so that one of his hands came to rest on each of our heads and in that pose, without moving, without blinking, he kept watch over our mute contemplation.
And the green of our friend. Good for the bourgeois. But aesthetics belong to us all, and so I must insist.
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Otherwise, all is chaos, total extinction, a return to the day before the first day of creation. Outside the studio, I said to my wife: And the three of us performed the motions as if we were swimming, smoothly lifting off from the floor and floating slowly back down. It is my only pleasure.
You will say a small part; I, a large part. The green of Satan. Not even its lack of green feathers, nor its scarlet feathers, have managed to make the reds waver in the least little bit. And in that case, ear you or your distinguished little woman, not I or my paintings or anything else.
Until, partially returning to life, I wondered:. The green of God.
And in its place the greens of the friars who rang the bells appeared, the long greens of the towers that sheltered them, of the stone walls that sustained them and those greens given off by the metal, clanging through the air, when the friars rang them, cord in hand, swinging the clapper. Its large window filters light through climbing vines with leaves that are always moving.
I will make them all with the bloody and macerated bellies of those men: And of him and I. For a long time I searched for the cause of my disquiet, but with no success. Only every quarter of an hour he would say:. Those of the gestation of life in an ovum, those of birth and growth, those of plenitude, those that are created by eating away at the air inside of coffins.
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Where do greens rise up simultaneously, twinkling as well, correspondingly changeful—since every shade of one demands the exact shade of the other—so that balance can be maintained? And some of these latter like to dress in red. And there we headed.