Recurve Bow Stabiliser Set Up

Explanatory Statement about moving the Arenita related to "An Artist's Shit"

Due to the generous amount of private emails sent by people and insulting offended artists, the author of "Artist's Shit A" deemed necessary the following clarification, which is both the culmination of a process initiated since the publication of the entry above.

" Artist A Shit" is an art piece that explores the reflexive position yourself to art through study of posttraumatic reactions of artists to the art offensive satire and against them. Through this creative device I have tried to bring awareness in a virtual artistic context, the critical position of art itself. This mechanism resembles a little logic double negative (an offense and another offense symmetric cancel). But to contextualize the work of Hegel we intend to rise above the positivity found in that double negation simple and achieve a greater quantitative degree of reflection on art that draws upon the original tension between the symmetrical offenses. In fact, is through this process of successive denials Hegelian claim to rediscover the art and its place in our lives, or our lack thereof. Thus, the careful choice of the insults and offenses at the entrance responded to aesthetic interest that motivated the work.

thank all those that with their reactions (which were offended, insulted or those disqualified) fed this artistic and integrated in this way to my artwork.

Critics and academics interested in doing essays on the work email:
khelicerata@yahoo.es . For more insults
keep writing the same email, this rigor art project is not complete.

Latrodectus Sapiens
Artist Training

Walmart How Much Plan B

INTERNATIONAL BOOK DAY IN TOWN SOUTH

"A who lose all their leaves themselves," says a verse from one of the best poems of Rainer Maria Rilke , and that universal experience helplessness, may be separated from all the forest animals at some point in their dwindling stocks is plaguing me as from the past, and from the future in recent weeks ...

Today once again commemorated the International Day BOOK AND COPYRIGHT , whose version temuquense attended in AD veritatem Itinerarium mentis in the garden Bello morning with hazel. A touch of surrealism (or unreality) with Shakespeare, Garcilaso de la Vega (what bureaucrats call it a culture do not even know the name of one of his books?) And that famous English which owed its manquedad a tavern quarrel, "but the grandest occasion saw the centuries past, present, or expected to see the upcoming" (Quixote, preface to the second part). The 2 most illustrious commemorated, the English and English, "with its people give prominence to this great event," what are the dates of their deaths, which continues to be a sign: that the understanding READING must rethink?

Well, during the morning of Wednesday (the date of the blog says Thursday) I met Rodolfo Hlousek and Ernesto González Barnert Astudillo , who presented their poems - " PERSISTENCE OF DAWN" and "HYGIENE " - in South City. But it was in the morning that these guys read their poems, but in the afternoon. In the morning the highlight was a dandy of care: the bachelor Samson Carrasco, who proclaimed that man infatuated scholar and enlightened and progressive and guardian of morals, ended the dream of Don Quixote de la Mancha.

Carrasco coming from strong UACH de Valdivia, barricaded in his Knight Riders civilization, presented in just over two hours of smug irony, a string of platitudes, lies and alms some conceptual ("writers always repeat the same issues and never do anything new "..." there are increasing and fewer readers and writers do not know where we will reach the sub-literature that violates the sanctity of the world, "" often prevents us from living life fully, ay ") , with which it acted on its acre skepticism. And as my grandmother would say: every young person who in his youth never rebelled against anything, ends up being a resentful care "or VCDSM, I might add. I have recorded her speech, but now I'm not interested in doing a thorough detail of the same and its many inconsistencies (also had some hits), since man can refer me to their further detriment killers and my delicate situation on campus. To end it, I must say that upon receiving the award that the University gave him, said "we have to pretend, lol" (what he meant?). Then, coffee, some greetings happier than others, a cigar in the field with some co-pending Rodolfo and evening event.
IN THE AFTERNOON
In the afternoon we did an event-action (quite interesting but not too much) in Pratt Street, almost opposite the Directorate of continued expansion, which began with toddlers (I mean literally) listening to Rodolfo Hlousek, Guido Eytel (in a recent photo) and Ernesto Gonzalez (Elicura Llanquilef again did not show up) tell stories about "a skinny gentleman who had a squire, does anyone know what a squire?", and urging them later, when no attention of sin, to say poems and sayings. When they were walking the matter became untenable, because it was an ambitious challenge that looked more like an act of sabotage: I'm not saying that it was, and argue that children of 8 or 9 maybe the thing would have worked beautifully.

After the slip, Eytel read a single poem: "WHEN IN THE SOUTH CHERRY flourished " , which tells of the kidnapping of his cousin Marcelo Salinas Eytel, which occurred in the spring of 1973, and has to least two excellent poems: "They become dogs again horizon / and no water to wash the injustice" . interesting thing about reading is that this time the reality is stranger than fiction, but for good: it has few days passed sentence against the perpetrators of the kidnapping of the then young Marcelo ("The seen wearing sandals / and a green jacket / color of the grass / that comes in early November). And Guido, in a gesture that belies the ravings of some minions of Oblivion who confuse justice with revenge, said at the time their feelings and family were many, perhaps peace, maybe sleep, or faith in progress of an ideal of justice that is applicable to all persons regardless of their condition ... but not exactly of Joy.

Later, minutes after greeting the poet Cesar Grandpa (who lives happy moments) and the publisher Gerardo Quijano Besieged (which was also very friendly), descended on me and kept the darkness inertially at that site. And I did it just to hear the poets Ernesto "Barnie" González (a dinosaur that lives in our minds and that has greatly improved its reading) and Rodolfo Hlousek (which seems to be like a fish in water in this raid university and every day he manages to reinvent its perpetual adolescence and make good verses.) Had fun and the audience. But in that moment ... I took my shadow and I left.

EVERY MAN SHOULD BE ABLE TO ALL THE IDEAS, AND UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WILL BE IN THE ARISING

Clara P Eastwestmodels

Notes on "LES MISERABLES" by Victor Hugo

In six days are primaries Socialist Party of Chile, which selects candidates for national leadership, the Central Committee and regional management, as well as the respective community. Votes, a tangle of care, and possibly a ferocity (any type of organization seems excessive ferocity ... and this has posed it best in these times is Ralstom John Saul in his remarkable essay "Voltaire's Bastards" ). But also a necessary act, because I am a militant of the community, whose only writers I know are the nightclubs announcer Hernan Rivera Letelier and the awkward Marcela Serrano (its success is assured), whose works leave much to be want, because they are determined by the abuse of easy joke, the most irritating cliche and almost no poetry, metaphors and tropes that it used to enrich any levels memorable prose. It is therefore important that Claudio Maldonado, who is also a socialist activist put the batteries and write more than two hours per semester.

During this couple of weeks I have not written anything significant, but less weighty read two novels: The Brothers Karamazov (Dostoevsky) and Les Miserables (Victor Hugo) 1500 pages total, built with identical strength and desire for redemption. To conclude this post, say a few words of Les Miserables, one of those novels you can read and reread without feeling that boot time away, and was written by a hugely successful and best-selling writer, but unlike before reviewed did not suffer from mental handicap.

WELCOME BISHOP

is October 1815 and Carlos Miryel charitable priest, known as the bishop Welcome, lives in a humble home with her sister and a maid, it has given to live in the Episcopal Palace cediéndolo as a hospital. Suddenly appears in his house dirty and ragged man, that after being expelled from two inns is presented bluntly: Jean Valjean, a former inmate who faint from hunger and exhaustion after a walk of 12 miles (one mile equals 5572.7 m) and seeking a place to sleep and eat exchange for money. Valjean, a modest trimmer stopped when they reached their thirties, spent 19 years in jail after serving a five-agravársele because of his four attempts to escape. The reason for its closure? The theft of a loaf of bread and break the glass of a bakery, which was to feed his sister and his seven nephews.

Jean Valjean, INMATE TO MAYOR

After suffering the ferocity, Valjean decides to learn to read and educate vengeful hatred incited by-sentence and conviction of society ... to Providence for allowing the evils of it. Until we know the bishop Welcome. This, when viewed in the driveway so called gentleman, orders her to make a bed with clean sheets, invites you to your table, open a bottle of wine and have unusual that you covered his honor and candlesticks silver. After dinner go to sleep, but in the middle of the night the ex-convict (who even thinks of killing the priest) steals the silverware cabinet and flees out the window. But the police caught him and take him back to Bishop's house to see if anything is true it has given the covered. This is reaffirmed and the candlesticks also happens, "you forgot", but before releasing it says in my ear: "Jean Valjean, my brother, you do not belong to evil, but to good. I buy your soul, I black book of ideas and spirit of perdition, and consecrated to God. "
After those words and a little story, Valjean changed forever. M. comes to town, where after saving two children from a fire risking his life (his space), get rid of the processing of passport (ie, ID card), so calls himself Lord Magdalena. And through the ingenuity of mutating the shellac resin in the manufacture of beads, is enriched in less than three years, which means that, by virtue of his immense charity and philanthropy, the king has-twice-and almost forcing him to appoint him mayor.

THE POLICE Javert
The mysterious Mr. Magdalena, affable, sad, ascetic and without a woman or women, unusually strong man, generous to dementia and curiously unambitious of wealth , earned the respect of all the people (sometimes to deal with in the lawsuit). Of all the people, we have said, less than one: the inspector Javert, a man born in a prison and the son of a woman who read the future in the cards, whose husband was also imprisoned ... "It is said that any wolf pack is a dog, the wolf kills, because if you let live to grow devour the other puppies. Give a human face on this dog son of a wolf and you have a portrait of the man. " Javert felt innate marginal, and since he believed that the company excluded from its ranks two types of men who hold and those who yearn to destroy, it was police. And it was busy until fanaticism ("this man was composed of two feelings are simple and relatively very good, but he became ill almost to force exaggerate: respect for authority and hatred of rebellion ") . Also, as it seemed strange that the mayor Magdalena ("no one is so generous, no rich man defend a prostitute in a decent city, no power is capable of risking his life"), are fanatics with the idea of \u200b\u200bdesemmascararlo. This eternal chase-flight is the main theme of "Les Miserables", which takes into Jean Valjean, the protagonist, who is determined to save a girl and direction to life, one of the greatest heroes of history literature, at least in modernity.

In conclusion, suffice it to say that this novel by an author who came to believe a theologian, a visionary, an unveiling of the mysteries of the afterlife and the innermost intentions of the Supreme Being and His Work-touch makes us one of the atrinutos essential divinity.

Hugo (which according to Jean Genet "was just a madman who thought Victor Hugo," I used to sleep with Servient in exchange for paltry sums , and that its claimed séances to communicate among others with Jesus Christ, Mohammed, Luther, Joshua, Shakespeare, Moliere, Dante, Plato, Galileo, Isaiah and Napoleon) thought that reading relevant works, deepen social being understanding of nature and life, improve their civic duty and to his infinite arcana divination, the afterlife, the soul and God transcendent. Now nobody or almost nobody thinks that literature can improve the actions of men, but it is very clear that by visiting the pages of this vast building, feel-especially when reading the prodigious amount of majestic and wise statements Hugo (failure says, "I have always believed," but rather "men have always believed") - to rub the divine attribute of that before I spoke: Omniscience ... know that quality of However, an Argentine desperate and lucid, perhaps to paraphrase Nietzsche, we predicted the FUTURE. We'll see .

EVERY MAN SHOULD BE ABLE TO ALL THE IDEAS, AND UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WILL BE IN THE ARISING

Menards And Laminant Countertop

A good friend journalist, television and perhaps too emotional, but very human quality, is very ill. Do not have a job, no job and copes incomprehension and disgust family. A couple of days ago I went to him and was even weaker than it has ever been. But like a titan. I said he took each day as a gift and that he bore his illness with stoicism and joy. I thought as poeticastro fucking pain deep in cardboard (if yes, sufimiento is a complex phenomenon, gentlemen, but sometimes I come to think that the only real pain is the disease and hunger), and I remembered this poem dark paradoxically, despite to be created "by a poeticastro of shit" has to do with my friend. Their example strengthens anyone.



If happy that all her friends and animals
let him get outside
forest on the outskirts of laughter and vine
not love or forgive


go inside their walls and lock yourself
without adornment in the city of black powder without
city with hunger, thirst and light laughter without
with fear and pain with no promise as a promise
as leprosy silent and without rags


lock yourself with anger without voice and ask for a cancer
thank the lack of women, lack of man
the cold dark, black fire, ice or electricity without bird


acknowledge his message in a bottle
thrown into the sea in a bottle uncovered
and landlocked and no message.

EVERY MAN SHOULD BE ABLE TO ALL THE IDEAS, AND UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WILL BE IN THE ARISING