El Alma Que Sufrió De Ser Cuerpo

El Alma Que Sufrió De Ser Cuerpo



El Alma Que Sufrió De Ser Cuerpo

(The soul that suffered from being a body)

Introduction

We begin with a glaring truth: ours is not the vision of Cesar Vallejo powered by a scholarship, itching for a critical perspective by a scholar who, as frankly said James Higgins, in response to a question from the public, you get paid to "do it": that is, the office of "criticism" of inmates with a scalpel in the bowels of Vallejo (www.poesia-inter.net).

Analysis

Ours is the vision of a reader, a writer who comes to the author of "Mass" to ask him something about the time he lives, and to understand that their responses "are now a shade of absolute, an indelible effect of permanent junction in the convolutions of our time. So much so that, when I was a part of this machine-supported research at the International Colloquium "César Vallejo and his work time" on Thursday, August 27, 1992 -, when passed, "I say, so to speak, open, Sunday 30 August, the daily La Republica, and in its supplement, I run an article by Manuel Rodriguez Cuadros, "Vallejo and international politics", in which the author argues that reading Human Poems and Spain this cup away from me, should be a kind of alter ego of the work of the Human Rights Commission United Nations in Geneva, then: "So the negotiations would be less political and more humane." Such is the life of our poet, beyond literature, enshrined his word for "answer" to the agonizing questions of a world that stumble at the end of the Twentieth century. But I want to start telling all the difficulties they had to arrive at the joint of some pages more or less coherent, something that could be read first in an international forum, I knew that, apart from known and reputable Vallejo (2), not a few vallejólatras concur, and some other vallejófago, and then as a work of research for the IIH (Humanities Research Institute of the Faculty of Arts and Human Sciences at San Marcos). Ergo, the tricky thing is presented, and proof that I was increasingly beginning to wear on the verge of "critical", and I sank into the poetry of the beloved "cholo" was all he was a poetic streak , an incentive to write my own poetry (3) or an amount of issues that led me away from that he had sent-horror of horrors, the responsibility of the title and responsibilities, and re-join, to respond to the very kind invitation of Jorge Cornejo Polar-Forum "U" of Lima, to mark the centenary of the birth of César Vallejo, and my research work. He said then that every time I would want to write, really, formally, as a good researcher - I earned my own writing of Vallejo. And I was suddenly in, your heart, and I was shackled to his verses, his own land, a corner inviting me to stay within their sinuous-ments ...