Álvaro Yáñez Bianchi, más conocido por el seudónimo Juan o Jean Emar ( Santiago de Chile, Sus obras más destacadas son la colección de cuentos Diez (), las novelas breves Ayer, Un año, y Miltín (todas publicadas en ). Juan Emar has 16 books on Goodreads with ratings. Juan Emar’s most popular book is Ayer. Download Citation on ResearchGate | Juan emar’s ayer: Pataphysics impressions of modernity | This study intends to propose an interpretation of Ayer, by Juan.
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Until, partially returning to life, I wondered:.
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But such was not the case for my old and dear friend, who had always looked at her, and who longed for her. When he saw us from behind his canvas, he approached us. At times the red was long and sinuous, coiled like a snake; at others, it was a blotch torn into pieces; others, a little point of spicy red pepper; others, beautiful branches of an advanced cancer; in sum—perfection, what the hell!
He offered us juuan. My wife did the same. Let us fix that word firmly in our heads: I will try to explain them. Then I thought a change of subject would be wise. My dear friend, until next time then, very soon.
We fell silent, the three of us smoking.
Why are you so upset? And in that case, not you or your distinguished little woman, not I or my paintings or anything else. Let it suffice for me to say that in that place was my own green, which up until then I had not known existed.
Only every quarter of an hour he would say:. Picarones in sugar sauce.
And of him and I. Then he asked me: And so, I have no pleasure.
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And the green of our friend. That lazy green of dawn, mear her body in the bed took on a greenish hue, damp from so much love! And saying this, he darted about into several corners of the room, and from under various pieces of kuan he took twelve paintings and lined them up along the foot of the wall opposite the window. Those of all the juna of the day and of the night; those of all the years of history. Three drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. A thing of little importance, moreover.
What is more, for twenty-four years Ruben de Loa had painted without stopping. Well, its screeching song of exploding colors reached the studio through the high window, crossed through it at the normal speed, and came to rest above our heads.
It is my only pleasure. I recognized those reds, sexual and burning, among all the others because they held within them the shapes of tender young girls, and there was no perception of the corresponding greens that emzr calm them, that would place them within a placid equilibrium.
Then I feel as though the water of the aquarium filters in through the window and, flooding everything, floods me as well.
And for the balance of the two to continue, those two must create between them a complement, let us say it straight out: If you take your paintings out of juah a large part of the reds will have nothing more to do, they will lose their objective, the environment that emzr them will be different.
That is what I do with my paintings here in my studio, my friends. Well, before such perfection, a question suddenly took hold of me. I swim smoothly through the air, getting caught up in the smoke of my pipe.