Putting myself a bit more serious, leaving aside the urchins 
Menem, was looking for literary competitions in Argentina and the outcome of which could become involved (short story, poetry) was quite low. I found the page Imaginary, which is an online journal on children's literature, and I remembered (and shamefully proud) my quinceañera participation in a contest, drawing a mention and earning several gift books.
not participated in many literary competitions. The first was when I was fourteen, I took to the Centro Cultural Borges a disastrous story called "Heaven Philosopher", then participated in Imaginary, and later in an editorial. Two of three is not bad, I think.
However, I decided it was time to take out the poet in me and I sent my poems more acceptable to a contest, which has as one of its juries to my beloved Juan Gelman. Of course, if the call had been open since 15 June, I had to take my poems on the last day, November 30, almost at the last minute. Well, I'm so, you vachaché.
lo and behold, there is already a poet Maria Vivanco. When I learned long ago, I said $ · @ # 5! 4 # 5 '= 9!??. Actually called Mary Meleck Vivanco. I found some of her poems, not the style I like, but in an interview with him said a few things I liked, such as:
"Poetry it comes easily, because they deprive me of incorporating the "mischief" that gives me the unconscious and dream. And I become a total unconscious, not anti-academic remedio.Soy (...) I prefer the core of unconscious knowledge, ancestral knowledge (...) and affirm what is already known for a long time "that natura non da, Salamanca non lender. "
The true poet is born, not made. (...) I consider vital to the intimate contact with nature, as an act of communion with her as well as I stated elsewhere, are required "the destruction of life" that gave off a disturbing language but full of magic. " //////////// " I think every poet has his own voice. We are all masters of our voices. I know the poetometría. Fortunately, there is not a device that measures the quality of poetry. It can be a poet with a single verse. I can not imagine someone or have problems embronque others because they are smaller, bigger or different. Do not write for an award and less for posterity (the ambiguous fallacy often worry about the stupid). "
Menem, was looking for literary competitions in Argentina and the outcome of which could become involved (short story, poetry) was quite low. I found the page Imaginary, which is an online journal on children's literature, and I remembered (and shamefully proud) my quinceañera participation in a contest, drawing a mention and earning several gift books. not participated in many literary competitions. The first was when I was fourteen, I took to the Centro Cultural Borges a disastrous story called "Heaven Philosopher", then participated in Imaginary, and later in an editorial. Two of three is not bad, I think.
However, I decided it was time to take out the poet in me and I sent my poems more acceptable to a contest, which has as one of its juries to my beloved Juan Gelman. Of course, if the call had been open since 15 June, I had to take my poems on the last day, November 30, almost at the last minute. Well, I'm so, you vachaché.
lo and behold, there is already a poet Maria Vivanco. When I learned long ago, I said $ · @ # 5! 4 # 5 '= 9!??. Actually called Mary Meleck Vivanco. I found some of her poems, not the style I like, but in an interview with him said a few things I liked, such as:
"Poetry it comes easily, because they deprive me of incorporating the "mischief" that gives me the unconscious and dream. And I become a total unconscious, not anti-academic remedio.Soy (...) I prefer the core of unconscious knowledge, ancestral knowledge (...) and affirm what is already known for a long time "that natura non da, Salamanca non lender. "
The true poet is born, not made. (...) I consider vital to the intimate contact with nature, as an act of communion with her as well as I stated elsewhere, are required "the destruction of life" that gave off a disturbing language but full of magic. " //////////// " I think every poet has his own voice. We are all masters of our voices. I know the poetometría. Fortunately, there is not a device that measures the quality of poetry. It can be a poet with a single verse. I can not imagine someone or have problems embronque others because they are smaller, bigger or different. Do not write for an award and less for posterity (the ambiguous fallacy often worry about the stupid). " As much as reneging on my second name, this is a good time (or life) to have it.
Oh, and for those / as telephone operators, customer service employees, vendors, sales representatives, secretaries in offices, etc., my name is not so rare or difficult, is not "Divanco", "White (¿?), nor "Virivanco." Were you clearly, eh?.
Photos: Taken from this website. It appears that the feline is the cat photo of Mary Meleck Vivanco. So, obviously, who appears in the other photo is Mireya, Bitch Vivanco María de los Angeles, which nobody knows except his mom and dad.
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