Immutable Word

All text, any word changes depending on the time and the angles of the day or night, according to the transparency of the eyes that read or level of the tides of death.

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All text, all forms, like it or not want, is a mutable, shimmering mirror of the ambiguity of life poaching. Nothing is forever one way.

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Roberto Juarroz: Any text, any word changes

In Complete Works. Buenos Aires, Seix Barral, 2005



It seems to invite contradiction. Because after offering immutability in the words (just some), epigraphy with Juarroz says: Every text, every word change ... But both are true. While some words refer to the core of our national identity, other sailing waters and winds of time are currency. Mutants, transvestites, evolutionary, fantastic, are words that come to us glued to a changing reality to the unimaginable. Meanwhile, those few words preserved as a treasure of an America still untouched and mysterious, which seem immutable because it is pronounced in the seventeenth century and continue playing in Argentina's mouths, may vary only slightly, perhaps in their shorter reflections, but not in its essence, not in the spirit of Argentina.

Now discuss three.

Entrevero

In my country entrevero means almost everything used to define diversity, language is wild, but at the same time is the indefinable, the dark, which can not be confused with something else. Entrevero mixture is the situation itself, but also how to solve it, its concentration and escape it. Is the field of battle, the fight and the weapon that struggle. It's a half truth and lies floating on anything defined as pristine and spotless, corruption par excellence, the meeting place of darkness with light, but darkness itself, which is almost always around and gloom before and after undressing black results. In the tangle is a struggle of the future finally releasing, with the conviction of the past-but also a daily dispute, it is almost customary expletive, the revolutis perhaps it resolved, which is cash, which is only partially known even assuming full or presumed old-hat.

Entrevero is as a border (1), a plot of anyone. Or a point of existence where they live opposing forces, enemies among themselves, who have armed themselves for the worst: migrants, squatters, refugees, wandering in the darkness. Entrevero is gaucho, is black and Indian. No new words seeking to soften perpetual fighting, but with the original, the stark realities that rescue and wounds that remain open. And tangle is also mestizo, mulatto, mulatto slave, freed and released inmate fortinero or National Guard and ignorant gringo invaders, the soot (2), the mob following the raid, the villero, the barbarian, the head black and subversive. Entrevero has to do with the substantive before the adjective nice break. It is the fate of invisibility and the road to everywhere or nowhere at the same time. Macula is the shame, the reality can hardly be concealed and sidelong glance, dismissing, for being political and miserable.

Entrevero is the name of my country in South America. Where all benefiting from the adjective but no national level is full. Where few are pure and nearly all chestnuts, grays and bataraces. The country in which the truth comes marbled, dotted, corrupt, sinful, shameful, but always so hungry and unclothed postponed. Entrevero is the opposite of power, all that goes to the door of the palace, in the vacant lot on the corner, out of the noisy bowling, to the sight but in private, is a wedge with which people insist on revolutionizing , to confuse and mix. Because the mix is ​​eclectic nature of the village and any proposals that attempt to conform to the majority.

Entrevero is this pit where the profiteers, those who know what the fate of the big bags have the lovers of truth, beauty fighters, the uncompromising lyric, the blind by choice, to roosters pecked awake. Entrevero is the role assigned to the barnyard animals the pattern of weights and measures. In my country is a jumble of being a poet and the reason is endemic death is reason to believe and because of apostasy. The intertwined are both passionate agnostic. In truth entrevero lie measured the forces of hell to heaven, men who call themselves the real saviors precursors. The tangle is a certainty and is half the mist that insists on hiding dawns.

They were fighting in farms jumble of Perdriel (3), where the populace, the rabble of the campaign, the lazy and unemployed, were at the forefront of minority business address. As was always the struggle tangle with English suitors because we were betrayed and betrayed. We are also intertwined against the Brazilians from Alvear, Artigas lost in the attempt, give away the wealth of future residents and then invite them in at home and encourage the plunder Assumption (4). Entrevero was the party that formed around San Martin in Peru, Guayaquil was solved as tangle, let go of so intertwined, that we, the son of Rosa Guarú and then got into tangle, dissuading them from setting foot in Buenos Aires (5). As intertwined shoot them and we were right Dorrego sentencing Rivadavia, the great streaky. Rosas ruled taking advantage of the tangle, took the lead Indian friends and exposed to enemy Calfucurá bought with gifts and vices condemned us and tangle. Called for help, sacrificed and pushed, all in unison. Urquiza and Mitre were not aware of the whole truth, and hesitated between being both victorious and defeated (6). Martin Fierro portrayed the Argentine, opted for the truth and fed the popular appetite, but then in the last montonera intermingled, that of Lopez Jordan, and the legislature passed Facundo partnering civilized enemy, in what turned jumble of ignorance San Juan enacted graduated from the metropolis.

Then we were governed by the dome of the Anglo-American entrevero acutally factory branch and the target of conspiracies and barn for half of humanity. In this city we thoughtfully excluded. Because of Evita Peron and condemned as dangerous reñidores us, interspersed with the Marxist left and threatens the First World. We were led to slaughter and reduced our hosts, steel or fear, did not care. We intermingled with scores of market and we excluded the concert just to make them more vulnerable. What is to us today, when the sun peeks again, when the light returns to confront the darkness?

Distance

The question of the second word: distance train is listed, should be the first. And, as can be seen, I have not yet decided to send an undeserved entrevero second distance is also ... Because almost everything. Bare soil is immeasurable and without hesitation that the first generation of conquerors failed to recognize in its entirety. Nor successive generations ... The distance from the earth is dust of ten generations because the certainties were gradual and never complete in three centuries continued the occupation. About invasions, distance is the time that the entry and take control, the delay in reaching the thirst, the endless sunshine, the roar of rivers, peace in solitude because the company almost always assaults. Distance is no remedy at hand diseases, the delay of the Caesars or their sad return thinned, as distance is verifiable precious metals poverty in geography, this feeling goes from Spain and from England and France, the distance in my country will never was banner. The distance is the killing of Lujan and his companions on the banks of the river. Mendoza also impotence, prostrate on the old Buenos Aires.

Distance is the hidden unredeemed city at the top of Escobar (7).

I can look in the distance. I see the desert and its mirages. Some writers believe ... Borges is plain to see the plain, a plateau only slightly wavy. In the distance I check the historical phenomenon at best an animal eater platense dates. According to Fierro, gaucho looking for redemption, finally, the time delay only / of what is to come; / never had a beginning / and never end. The distance considered in the desert, when you expect something. And if you do not expect anything or anyone, under sparse trees twisted by incomplete roof, under casuatí, along murmuring streams without baptism known and certain destination, time elapsed and the distance shortened.

The distance horses in droves are free in a paradise regained (8). Is friendship between Indian and horse is a passion of origin and destination. And the loop and cinch trap and spurs. Distance are the gauchos, the skilled dejarreteros, lost deep, and the muleteers, the dairies on both sides of the river, the border line of high peaks, the web of barbed wire, the winding road salting and salt. They are also hunters away ponytails, shipowners slave galleons Asuncion marching to Guinea (9), scientists and naturalists of the monarchy abandoned, lost in pursuit of discoveries inventory remaining packs of wild dogs. Distance is the Alto Peru, Potosi, the money that is actually half and half dream possible distance is the door of the Rio de la Plata, Buenos Aires and irrelevant material, where everything was alien smuggling less. Distance is the tower of gold, Sanlucar de Barrameda, the tomb of the Catholic kings, Charles's business in Germany, the mercenaries and the story of Ulrich Schmidl gagged. Distance are the mysteries of Juan Díaz de Solís, Alejo García, John and Sebastian Cabot (10).

Distance are the trappings of cattle rustling, the Chilean raked, the wailing cry of the lords of the land that lay the basis for what they believe to safely own letters to Iturra Calfucurá always apologized and change orders. Distance are the tents, the rucas and longhouses, the simplicity of Darwin, the English Emperor deserted islands, hunters of wolves and whales that plague the southern channels, the settlers died of misery in the port of hunger, which advanced araucanas conquer with the number and unfriendly language to the people of Patagonia, Senguer populated plains of bones, the Guarani wars, the clarity of the Gospel of the Jesuit missionaries, Andresito campaigns and the eternal dispute Colonia del Sacramento. Distance are the winds: South-here-blowing aromas of fishing, the Zonda, the Pampero that cleans our gluttony.

Distance is also patched the conqueror layer recovered from transoceanic adventures, and his own failure, and utter misery. Shame is the soldier who is kneeling in the Cathedral of Seville, that leaky boots and confused mind. It is the desperate search for salt. Wrecks caused by accidental developed conflicts, betrayals and lies, distance is also the price of betrayal and wages of lying. Distance is the cave of hands, the shameful condemnation of Jemmy Button and blue dress Fuegia gave the queen (11). The offset can be read in the business of the Indian Pacific, the same provisions that sends the restorer to the tents, the corruption of the sutlers, space fortresses that mediate each other, and separating strength and forts. It is also the Alsina trench, the trip to the Ranqueles Mansilla, bolas, the length of the spears here and in the conquests of Alexander, the triumphant Winchester, the celebrated generals of railroads and telegraphs. Distance is the Perito Moreno, the pain of the last bosses, the grim look of Rock. Because there, along with the distance of space and freedom, a distance damning and stifling.

The dominance of the cruelest actual distance sat at the Museum of La Plata, Martin Garcia, in all prisons that covered the earth and wiring cluttering American life. It was when the distance is peopled with torturers. Distance were closed and boleadas guanaqueos ostrich. Distance was also the commercial agreements with European powers, borrowing, indiscriminate delivery, the fortunes of rulers and landlords, always blind, the hotel of immigrants, the vanes on the roof of the campaign, the luxury of defending the roofs to raids, triggers in the colony of English Willow, the first Indian reserves, inmates and forced invisibility of Aboriginal people, much as the chenques unknown.

While fortunately Distance were also waterbus and steam travel in America, the family folklore itineraries, travel by coach from Puerto Nuevo to Benito Juarez. Distance was the romance of my grandparents: dust and dreams into the abyss of distances measured without meter.

Distance was the War of the Triple Alliance, the inglorious return laden fighters looting and rape, the cry of the Adapt (12), the bankruptcy of Paraguay desmachado and unresponsive, the entry of Urquiza in Buenos Aires, their cheers in the first row. They were the two trips away from San Martin in Buenos Aires, the hollow celebration of military victory and a Pueyrredón impotent, the second crossing to Mendoza to avoid corruption of the army of the Andes, the grant application to the English, the pranks of Lord buccaneer (12), the return of Lavalle-a sword without head and good friend Gregorio de Las Heras. Rivadavia was personified ruler distance Anglo-Francophile, Martinian absolute master of exile. And distance was the smile of Balzac, wielding the sword of the mestizo respected in France (13). Distance was Lugones Gaucha War (14), as is the space between authors and publishers, the specter of San Martin Mitre documentation burning problem. And it was no lie Sarmiento kicking away the body of Chilavert (15) and ordered after the death of Chacho Penaloza.

Distance contained the order to leave all without anybody to resign. And it was sideways distance repentance that followed the carnage, the endpoints and the impunity of murderers obedient. Distance has been and is still the wicked heart. Incomprehension. The auctions. The censorship. Evictions. Interest fractured families. Capitalist greed. The apology of theft and suffering. Distance is the persistence of seeds remote and forgotten the gesture immediately. Distance is clothed with hatred and denial of love.

Iron

If the two words above can be considered bipolar, because they serve both Mr. eternal as the spirits of hell, this I found only one face. O and a single leaf shine. As they passed in our geographies - from the European invasion of American culture until the time you read this page-with the same character and personality, with identical gain for all who suffer or wield. For a start code of the Spanish language is Latin, derived from Old Castilian, because we never had among us an age of iron. So we went and iron. We fought with iron, and rebel responded with irons. We were naked and we enfierramos because they, before brandishing iron bars came to enslave or eviction.

And certainly no one recalled the humble iron, bound together as they were pretentious and were of iron, enhancing our innate aggressiveness, self-sufficient, able to open and close roads chopped, Chuza, offal, hamstring, slaughter, baptized with blood, lives and threading each life with his death. The iron, knife, spear or Chuza, the pike, sword, sword, knife, dagger, dagger, knife, butcher knife and caronero the cuereador, the chipper with drawing of ax. By analogy, every weapon of attack or defense is iron.

If for Martinez Estrada (16) there was an age of leather, it is clear that there was a time of iron, as Borges reminds himself and documented in the majority of his work:

Bring guitar stories

of when the iron glowed.

Tales of trick and tobacco,

of Cuadreras and drinks,

Tales of the Costa Brava

and the Way of the Troops ... (17)

The iron is an intimate friend of the gaucho, but-with reservations-man of the earth takes in hiding, as his most intimate treasure, his clothing, his magic amulet, the jewel of incalculable value, the single article that would not dare to price. Tucked between the meat and underwear (...) is only displayed at the crucial moment, as the insult (18). The knife is the measure of Creole, the handle is confused with the palm of your hand, and that killing a gesture drawing used in the rural tasks.

I am always deeply impressed William's characterization of Henry Hudson up the couple gaucho knife. That preference is for white collars, and even young children, which must necessarily be cut to improve their stock, and a genuine symbiosis at glory (19). The practice should be repeated to loosen the soul, to match-gun and countryman, gaucho knife to prolong their rule of fear and blood. This is also the romance that developed after the characters in urban settings, and the hoodlums orilleros.

Also entrench Aboriginal behind the iron, while acknowledging some awkwardness to reach the gaucho knife with his dribbling, he preferred to prolong the Chuza putting distance and reserve guard with the blow of his balls for the match in less space. But for both, gaucho and Indian School of slaughter and carnage worked since the first cattle trod the desert pampas (we know that it was deserted and very few called pampa).

Ferrous founded the dairy empire that went from Santa Fe to Entre Rios, from there to the Banda Oriental and finally to Buenos Aires, as the animals reproduce fast or slow number. Then the Indians from the missions of Corrientes and the Portuguese who violated an uncertain border to infinity and mutant were added to the line of the knife.

The magic of metallurgy made the monk Bertrand devotee of iron, capable of assembling three armies-the Career, San Martin and Sucre-(20). And stripped of their habits because although the service of American independence and fighting bravely for the freedoms of man, knife, sword and its derivatives, enemies of the gospel, but maintained their death and blood.

And for all that, the imagined gaucho Jose Hernandez, from his poet eyes adjusted to the time, stripped of decorations and stubbornness, I could not but call Fierro. As such, staining the hand more than once in the blood and lower pairs. Although the author of El gaucho Martin Fierro and The Return of Martin Fierro not you propose to insist upon its pages, and clear color uproar Gray (21), 1872 marks the end of the anarchy of the knife.

Because from the strengthening of the military party, the so-called Desert Campaign, the laying of barbed wire, railroads and telegraphs, the iron lost and ended voltage overthrown. Still, like the peasant, outside the club that was (I mean, gaucho, Indian, black, and multiple combinations).

It was the arrival of the monopoly of power in the hands of the military, the legality of the move to slaughter enemy so much as what were the friends of the governor. And the freedom of the reduced iron to privacy: Since the first blow, / and the hard iron chest slit me / the knife to her throat close (22).

(1) Frontera, with the scope that was assigned during the war ¨ ° was Indian land controversial domain. Belonged neither to the white-invasive or descendant of the conqueror or the original. The raids took refuge there to retire, hoping to be saved because the whites did not dare to reach them. Also sheltering the renegades, who like Martin Fierro and Cruz went to the border and lived with the Indians fleeing from justice from the government.

(2) The name we find in the Martin Fierro is the soot, and makes obvious reference to the black color.

(3) refers to the battle at that place by the hosts of Pueyrredón. In this set, contrary to tradition commemorates the forces and civilians gauchos made up the campaign Aires, avoided the fight and quickly dispersed (Conf Coni, Emilio A: The gaucho Argentina-Brazil-Uruguay. Buenos Aires, Ediciones Solar, 1986).

(4) In fact, the Brazilians were allies of the Great Army February 3, 1852, and then warring with Argentina in the Triple Alliance.

(5) Some theories about the birth of Jose de San Martin said he was the son of a maid Guarani. Upon arrival at Rio de la Plata in 1829, was alternately courted by federal and unitary to assume power in the province.

(6) In Pavon (1861), while believing that they had retreated Mitre defeated Urquiza meditated on advantages and disadvantages of the result and convinced that he must lose, also left the battlefield.

(7) Federico Conf Kirbus: The first of three Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires, 1980. The episode known as the massacre actually took place on the river later known as Lujan. The city founded by Pedro de Mendoza was, for this researcher, at the top of Escobar.

(8) Paleontologists have ensured that our prairies lived an actual horse-like animal, which suggests that they were reproduced from the abandonment of the Buenos Aires by Pedro de Mendoza, actually recovered an ideal terrain.

(9) Those who left for Western Guinea to smuggle slaves (in the Rio de la Plata), wore ponytails as payment. This merchandise caused the indiscriminate killing of animals.

(10) Some theories state that Juan Diaz de Solis did not die actually eaten by Querandies or charrúas, but seeing that there were no easy capture wealth, returned to Spain incognito to elude his creditors Germans. Much has been made and the experiences before and after the Cabot (father and son, John and Sebastian).

(11) I refer to the three Indians captured during the first voyage of Fitz Roy (that were actually four), returned after being subjected to cruel experiences during the trip that involved Charles Darwin.

(12) This is Lord Cochrane. That nickname was used by San Martin.

(13) Fantasy Terragno used both as Fernandez Diaz (plagiarism of the invention ¿?) Is not known whether there was actually a rapprochement between the two men.

(14) To read The Gaucho War will have to sit together with a Dictionary.

(15) Sarmiento himself warned Chilavert gunner's death-the same that came from Spain with San Martín, Alvear and others on February 3, 1852.

(16) Martinez Estrada, Ezequiel. Radiography of the pampas. In this book called The Age of leather to the second chapter of the first part (Trapalanda). Buenos Aires, Losada, 1974.

(17) Borges, Jorge Luis. Milonga of two brothers. In For the six strings (1965).

(18) Martinez Estrada, Ezequiel. Op cit.

(19) Hudson, William Henry. Far away and long ago. Peuser editions, Buenos Aires, 1958.

(20) I refer to Fray Luis Beltrán, whose real last name (from France) was Bertrand.

(21) In fact, Jorge Luis Borges, Argentine filmmakers criticize, has argued that Martin Fierro is a gray work, characterizing Torre Nilson as a bungler who clearly wrong colors when shooting in the eponymous film.

(22) Jorge Luis Borges, Conjectural Poem (1943).