1.- Let's get out of the distance.
Behind that missing smile,
pokes out wandering, and walks into the distance
the shadow of a phantom.
From his cavern
It breaks through among the looks;
it shouts around this chaos, and walks between my lips,
Where it disguises of delirium, and flies to the memory;
while intrigued
one candle lights in silence...
Wake up! Let´s walk the dizziness of the streets.,
where we find us,
without awerness, evil angel,.
let´s wander around an instant our past,
the time who dreams and dies if it wakes out.
Let´s get out of the reality and come back
between your plunders to have a bath here down.
Hugo Ramirez Rosales.
( Translated from the Spanish by Hugo R.)
(Translate editor Carlos A. Orozco Solorio.)
Among madmen we don´t see us.
Sometimes, ´´look that madman,´´ and while we hide in the speech, without realize us, this scream shows and emerges to get out of that strange mind´s vagueness, of ourselves, it is find itself looking for one way to separate us more and more of that distant expression where we only cohabit one time. Of suggestive form this odd and expressive meeting appears unsuspected in our gaze, in that other outlined figure that point us supposedly such absents.
Similarly, to make us imagine that we achieve isolate him of ourselves with a simply glance, without notice that in most cases, even they are rhetorical, we have gave ´´the first step, ´´ and only be required us to get out a little further of its mute point, of the habitual form that contain us, we never reach to arrive to some significate in the adventure of his meeting, to that outside or some inside, because it speaks and speaks of ourselves, of itself, of that mentaloid structure that frame us and wildly has attempted contain us.
Likewise, it lies in it this spoke or written act; it seems to be one vehicle in movement, a dissipation of the word that maybe will be one act of the distraction´s awareness or of its meeting, one subjective reading of the reality that enclose me but, supporting in it, drums the existence of that other otherness where the mind escapes. This reason´s sustenance, as every act in movement, always has to pretend to escape into balance, and in some moment, without has given more than one step only, shows to a systematic take off of the awareness pulses for its own reflection, until then, unconscious of its same and volatile manner to be, without spend the night some time for its own world permanently static in its invisible and tactile absence.
We already hold us from lights to the deeps, part of the being and the dazzling darkness of the psychological universe of the word; we landed in this other dimension, always like an angular action of space-time, where each word pretend to it one understood space, and in each understanding the action of one time, the look facing to the madness which these words react, maybe told Cervantes, ´´Walking our flaming adventurer, went, talking to himself and saying…´´ when at the same instant, says his inventiveness in other place, ´´Who doubts but in the coming times, when it comes to light the story of my famous facts, that the wise man that write them doesn´t put, when arrives to tell this my first trip such of morning to this manner? And that the capture and portrait of this duality take for themselves to the visualization of that not imaginary angle, that I speak, to different planes in which it could be seen and suggested as action “in oneself,” of the meeting to one outside of him or to this same side, and will be this image the echo of that voice such distant and familiar since sometime we had made to mad so as not dismiss that we are or that some time we had in intimate contact with someone. This reaction always will emanate from one strength capable to open one terribly attractive dimensionality to the look; we have watched him in our wake, not only because that hallucinatory figure feels itself, but also as such and doesn´t of himself, always has gotten create one dialog of affectation in the time space crossing the looks that has tried capture him to his surround, like this, appears in that mutual disorder that is generate faced with his position and attain every one unaware existence where the most of the times is spreads the occult side of oneself, remote and opposite to the other else, as a breath facing to that glaring normality´s discontinuity.
Are you mad? One day the awareness will question me, and when it will it, I will say that sometime, but outside of it, in this temporally capture of the transmitting consciousness, circumscribed and ordered to itself of that one that I speak only will virtualize in the figuration facing to our eyes, when attains to create one psychic´s fracture where the naked reflection of the unconsciousness appears, that mask of own countenance that does it to escape one step further, of us and not of himself, so as to keep us concealed in our hiding place, or at least one of these opposites, ´´the one that is seen for the one that see´´ --prologue coming before to the Cervantes´ work--, or appears inside of that speech in some cases only palliative to try to close him one more time the way without leaves him escape from door to door and like this keeps him watched face with us, in that necessary duality between one and the other else.
Both already separated of that figuration and pitied among the shadows that ´´Knight of the sad figure´´ --created by Cervantes-- will disappear time and again like some other in the streets to come back to the obscurity each always blinding and collective of the awareness reactioning, and like this time after appear in some other point of contact, to be in the ´´Odyssey´´ of some return to ourselves, in the transmitting talk, in the nature of the tele-affectation of the speak or reading, or in the corner of the space where we cohabit. Already stabilized all that, to be mad the adventure to find us face to face in front of the personification of this signifier, in the loneliness of the search, of the meeting and return like that ´´Mythical Ulysses´´ that created him in the recreation of the own word, and that, for more opposition of himself, and in his equidistant dimension of this brief interpretation I would be a crazy to try to deny it to himself.
For all that and what I will not attempt expound through these words, I attempt show me captured for the impression that at any moment in what find him enchanted, to be we do mad or play to do mad, for distant or close that he presents, it is achieve to get that when he unmask us facing our own mirror, the other, sane as the position from where is see it, we find the lucid taunt and the irrational affectation of the same side, again that echo, that pose where it can see the auto formation of the thin and decadent figure of the mind itself being delineated for the space-time.
Some of this figuration, of the ´´Quijote´´, ´´Don Quijana´´, ´´Ulysses´´ or someone undefined, perhaps I as reader will recreate one more time to oneself the sign to be reborn transformed in the ´´Knight of the Lyons,´´ to tell this bi-temporality of the past temporarily nonessential where immersed his circumnavegators in contact with the action of the reading, to the act itself of it and acting for him, escape of the fire and together with his authors of the madness of the critic past to one future created for the reaction of his work expounds in front of it. This absorption’s act, of itself to sit in diverse epochs, transforms the reader´s figure in the reflex, in one sparkle that will enchant the future present to escape safe of its auto-annihilation recreationing itself of inside to outside, in the real virtualism of one unified space-time and vice versa, in the play that to live in the reading exercise will take us to one of its angulations without end, or over this essay recreated as imagination´s exercise, and that to draw it through the word is sustain in the re-creation of mad sane. To this manner I want to say that something like an ´´Odyssey´´ or the madness of ´´El Quijote´´ always will be much more than this, terribly more, but outside of all that it has been something in what I had watched to me captured, in the necessity to identify that capture of the meeting, this force of attraction to the act of one world that arrives to desunify my word in the exercise of its literature?eidad… to follow these steps.
Hugo Ramírez Rosales. Among madmen we don´t see us.
Sometimes, ´´look that madman,´´ and while we hide in the speech, without realize us, this scream shows and emerges to get out of that strange mind´s vagueness, of ourselves, it is find itself looking for one way to separate us more and more of that distant expression where we only cohabit one time. Of suggestive form this odd and expressive meeting appears unsuspected in our gaze, in that other outlined figure that point us supposedly such absents.
Similarly, to make us imagine that we achieve isolate him of ourselves with a simply glance, without notice that in most cases, even they are rhetorical, we have gave ´´the first step, ´´ and only be required us to get out a little further of its mute point, of the habitual form that contain us, we never reach to arrive to some significate in the adventure of his meeting, to that outside or some inside, because it speaks and speaks of ourselves, of itself, of that mentaloid structure that frame us and wildly has attempted contain us.
Likewise, it lies in it this spoke or written act; it seems to be one vehicle in movement, a dissipation of the word that maybe will be one act of the distraction´s awareness or of its meeting, one subjective reading of the reality that enclose me but, supporting in it, drums the existence of that other otherness where the mind escapes. This reason´s sustenance, as every act in movement, always has to pretend to escape into balance, and in some moment, without has given more than one step only, shows to a systematic take off of the awareness pulses for its own reflection, until then, unconscious of its same and volatile manner to be, without spend the night some time for its own world permanently static in its invisible and tactile absence.
We already hold us from lights to the deeps, part of the being and the dazzling darkness of the psychological universe of the word; we landed in this other dimension, always like an angular action of space-time, where each word pretend to it one understood space, and in each understanding the action of one time, the look facing to the madness which these words react, maybe told Cervantes, ´´Walking our flaming adventurer, went, talking to himself and saying…´´ when at the same instant, says his inventiveness in other place, ´´Who doubts but in the coming times, when it comes to light the story of my famous facts, that the wise man that write them doesn´t put, when arrives to tell this my first trip such of morning to this manner? And that the capture and portrait of this duality take for themselves to the visualization of that not imaginary angle, that I speak, to different planes in which it could be seen and suggested as action “in oneself,” of the meeting to one outside of him or to this same side, and will be this image the echo of that voice such distant and familiar since sometime we had made to mad so as not dismiss that we are or that some time we had in intimate contact with someone. This reaction always will emanate from one strength capable to open one terribly attractive dimensionality to the look; we have watched him in our wake, not only because that hallucinatory figure feels itself, but also as such and doesn´t of himself, always has gotten create one dialog of affectation in the time space crossing the looks that has tried capture him to his surround, like this, appears in that mutual disorder that is generate faced with his position and attain every one unaware existence where the most of the times is spreads the occult side of oneself, remote and opposite to the other else, as a breath facing to that glaring normality´s discontinuity.
Are you mad? One day the awareness will question me, and when it will it, I will say that sometime, but outside of it, in this temporally capture of the transmitting consciousness, circumscribed and ordered to itself of that one that I speak only will virtualize in the figuration facing to our eyes, when attains to create one psychic´s fracture where the naked reflection of the unconsciousness appears, that mask of own countenance that does it to escape one step further, of us and not of himself, so as to keep us concealed in our hiding place, or at least one of these opposites, ´´the one that is seen for the one that see´´ --prologue coming before to the Cervantes´ work--, or appears inside of that speech in some cases only palliative to try to close him one more time the way without leaves him escape from door to door and like this keeps him watched face with us, in that necessary duality between one and the other else.
Both already separated of that figuration and pitied among the shadows that ´´Knight of the sad figure´´ --created by Cervantes-- will disappear time and again like some other in the streets to come back to the obscurity each always blinding and collective of the awareness reactioning, and like this time after appear in some other point of contact, to be in the ´´Odyssey´´ of some return to ourselves, in the transmitting talk, in the nature of the tele-affectation of the speak or reading, or in the corner of the space where we cohabit. Already stabilized all that, to be mad the adventure to find us face to face in front of the personification of this signifier, in the loneliness of the search, of the meeting and return like that ´´Mythical Ulysses´´ that created him in the recreation of the own word, and that, for more opposition of himself, and in his equidistant dimension of this brief interpretation I would be a crazy to try to deny it to himself.
For all that and what I will not attempt expound through these words, I attempt show me captured for the impression that at any moment in what find him enchanted, to be we do mad or play to do mad, for distant or close that he presents, it is achieve to get that when he unmask us facing our own mirror, the other, sane as the position from where is see it, we find the lucid taunt and the irrational affectation of the same side, again that echo, that pose where it can see the auto formation of the thin and decadent figure of the mind itself being delineated for the space-time.
Some of this figuration, of the ´´Quijote´´, ´´Don Quijana´´, ´´Ulysses´´ or someone undefined, perhaps I as reader will recreate one more time to oneself the sign to be reborn transformed in the ´´Knight of the Lyons,´´ to tell this bi-temporality of the past temporarily nonessential where immersed his circumnavegators in contact with the action of the reading, to the act itself of it and acting for him, escape of the fire and together with his authors of the madness of the critic past to one future created for the reaction of his work expounds in front of it. This absorption’s act, of itself to sit in diverse epochs, transforms the reader´s figure in the reflex, in one sparkle that will enchant the future present to escape safe of its auto-annihilation recreationing itself of inside to outside, in the real virtualism of one unified space-time and vice versa, in the play that to live in the reading exercise will take us to one of its angulations without end, or over this essay recreated as imagination´s exercise, and that to draw it through the word is sustain in the re-creation of mad sane. To this manner I want to say that something like an ´´Odyssey´´ or the madness of ´´El Quijote´´ always will be much more than this, terribly more, but outside of all that it has been something in what I had watched to me captured, in the necessity to identify that capture of the meeting, this force of attraction to the act of one world that arrives to desunify my word in the exercise of its literature?eidad… to follow these steps.
Hugo Ramírez Rosales.
