60thbirthday Speeches

There is a time to suffer and to love

One of my last reading was disappointed man's diary, where an entomologist leaves reflected in his diaries his desire to go far in life, and as this capacity is hampered by the relentless advance of what the early twentieth century was an unknown disease: multiple sclerosis.

May 3, 1914 Crisis

heart all day. The flashing is a refined torture for those who want to live as I do. The heart "skipping a period" every time you breathe deeply, hold the hand of your friend and give a farewell speech. After working again and order another pint of cerveza.Dentro of the cage of my chest animal lives a fussy, and I never know when to run away and take my precious life from the teeth. I keep current, persuaded him and reassured him, but God knows that I have great confidence in the little animal. Apparently, my chest is a den unbearable.

Barbellion WNP-The diary of a disappointed man

Multiple sclerosis is a degenerative disease that damages the system nervous, and that is slowly undermining the drive to the people. Its effects occur intermittently, with periods of latency that intersect with others where the disease bites you with maximum violence. If one does not fall, try to remember the image of astrophysicist Stephen Hawking stuck in his wheelchair.

Another case I remember the writer Juan García Ponce (undoubtedly the best site on Ponce: D). But I should say that their way of life the disease was a great example of vitalism and literary production. In the words of her friend Elena Poniatowska:

"Although it does not move, John is a free man. His body withered by disease breaks out of strength. It is so expressive that one forgets that John can only raise his arms in thought. After five minutes he is imposing, which is dictated to him, the conversation is leading him. Maybe I can not hold his head but his brain is powerful and light stands each inert thinking. "

The photo comes courtesy of Magda .... thanks

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another cat, see also

Two great pictures, the first we see Borges with your cat Beppo (do not know the author). The text is Jorge Edwards. "And there around a fat cat, neutered, well fed, light colored (yellow, I thought, too, but an authorized witness just said I was white), which had a name of English Romanticism. If memory does not betray me, it was called Beppo, as Lord Byron cat. Someone told me that the cat had been owned by a daughter of the Corrientes and wearing short for a football player, Beno, Bob or something. Borges heard the name and exclaimed, delighted: Ah! Beppo, Byron cat ! He always had things to the mill of the literature and was smiling, thinking. There was no point, fortunately, out of reflection. The cat-colored, with abundant coat, could be called anything, but was baptized at the same moment as the Byronic Beppo. "

more photos here Borges

The second photo is also beautiful (taken by Ulla Montan ). Talk Luis Tomassello , painter living in Paris who shared evenings with Cortázar.

"July also broke away from the house where he had buried his cat Adorno, spoken of much in his books. But his last cat buried in my garden Carol because when he became ill and died I brought with me. Christened July Franel because he was always rubbing against my legs. It was very strange: the kitten was fine, of course, he missed, but one day I realized I was sick and went to the vet though he died almost immediately. When I told her to July was very sad and told me it was the first of the three who died. And it was true. Carol died before the year and fifteen months. "

more photos here Cortázar.