José Saramago, Portuguese writer, died at age 87 today Friday June 18, 2010, at approximately 12:45 GMT, in the town of thiazide Canary Islands. The world-renowned author of books like "Blindness," "The Gospel According to Jesus" or "The Stone Raft." Saramago was born on November 16, 1922 in Azinhaga, a small village in Ribatejo (Portugal), 100 km south of Lisbon, named Joseph of Souda, which was changed after the nickname of his father's family Saramago the civil registrar added to enroll.
addition to the literature, was a locksmith, mechanic, editor and journalist. In the latter area highlighted his work as deputy director of Journal News ", Lisbon.
In 1947 he published his first novel," Land of sin "and in 1969 he joined the Portuguese Communist Party. After a long pause of nearly twenty years because he had" nothing to say, "he said himself said, Saramago dabbled in poetry between 1966 and 1975 and published "Poems possible", "Probably joy" and "Year 1993". It plays published as "The Night" (1979) and "What shall I do this book? "(1980).
In 1991 he published" The Gospel According to Jesus, "which earned him harsh criticism from the Vatican, and the veto in 1992, when the novel was removed from the candidate list European Literary Award. However, the work was awarded the prestigious Association of Writers in Portugal two years later. However, this recognition, had multiple problems that led him to transfer his residence to the island of Lanzarote in the English archipelago of the Canaries.
In 1998 he received the Nobel Prize for Literature, thanks to a work that delves into topics such as death, consumption, mass society, the democratic system or the idea of \u200b\u200bdeath, among others.
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In Memory of José Saramago
For Norton Contreras Robledo
"do not touch a book, play a man"
(Walt Whitman)
was not a great city that witnessed his first steps on your journey through life. It was a small rural village, the parish of Azinhaga Golegã municipality in the central district of Ribatejo, Portugal, near the Tagus River, 120 km northeast of Lisbon.
Born in a humble home, their parents were a couple landless and low income.
He went through life with a heart full of hopes, dreams and illusions. However, not very sympathetic with the utopias, I thought they were like "trees let us see the forest. "And to believe in them was" to extend them in time because it is not something you expect to see done in your life. "For it was here, here and now.
José Saramago was a good student but the situation socioeconomic parents would not let him pay for his studies so he had to leave. begins to work to help support the family. During the time studied and free textbooks have made access to the classics literature. From there he was that he got the taste for reading and after leaving school, and no guide to his soul and desires read the entire neighborhood public library.
José Saramago, writer, playwright, journalist, poet and leading Communist intellectual attitude. Had to carry in your soul fertile and productive land in your village peasant flourished verb, germinated the words, rhymes and poems. And as the bread on the table, all that you gave us.
in your soul you had the metal from the depths of the earth. A day with the knowledge you had of your trades terrestrial blacksmith forjarte righteous sword to fight temple in all places in all areas of the continents. In all cases the sword and just got up to speak against the injustices and the great economic powers,
Your class origin, having to leave school and begin work at an early mark your character and deep political and ideological trends. In 1969 Portuguese joined the Communist Party when it was still illegal. Suffered censorship and persecution during the dictatorship of Salazar.
Eras of the house of Pablo Neruda, as he Communist activist, poet and Nobel laureate. As Neruda underground military. Suffered censorship and persecution during the dictatorship of Salazar. They were united in the struggle and poetry
like what I remember you were always a cultural worker, a consistent revolutionary intellectual who put all his talent and intellect to serve the people. Your heart has stopped beating, but you thought your ideas and your work will be with us. It is the essence of humanism and social justice law. And a more just and united world. Your work will last in the townsfolk.
notes, stories and news of these days I talk about you, say:
"He spent a quiet night, breakfast in peace, had a conversation with his wife and began to feel ill. He died with his family, saying goodbye in a calm and placid. "
In these troubled times, that the media distort the truth, alienate consciences according to their interests. When the wolves are disguised mutton, and lambs are lackeys of the empire. In time, in times of transvestism and ideological metamorphosis when creators in the business of writing which self-censor to please the ruling classes of the capital. At a time when mercenaries from the lyrics disguise the fact with a blanket of color, romance and sensitivity to commodity sold to the highest bidder. Your death leaves a great void in the political world cultural and literary.
you're going to remember and today and forever on the facts and in the words we left off
"Antonio Machado wrote that the \\ 'Caminante, no hay camino / is made by walking \\'. And that's what We're trying to do: go and make way make way and walk. The day will be long, but we do not become discouraged. Each day will arrive, depart daily. Beyond, always beyond. "
* Norton Contreras Robledo. Poet and social communicator. Digital
Chronicle columnist. Http://www.cronicadigital.cl
For Norton Contreras Robledo
"do not touch a book, play a man"
(Walt Whitman)
was not a great city that witnessed his first steps on your journey through life. It was a small rural village, the parish of Azinhaga Golegã municipality in the central district of Ribatejo, Portugal, near the Tagus River, 120 km northeast of Lisbon.
Born in a humble home, their parents were a couple landless and low income.
He went through life with a heart full of hopes, dreams and illusions. However, not very sympathetic with the utopias, I thought they were like "trees let us see the forest. "And to believe in them was" to extend them in time because it is not something you expect to see done in your life. "For it was here, here and now.
José Saramago was a good student but the situation socioeconomic parents would not let him pay for his studies so he had to leave. begins to work to help support the family. During the time studied and free textbooks have made access to the classics literature. From there he was that he got the taste for reading and after leaving school, and no guide to his soul and desires read the entire neighborhood public library.
José Saramago, writer, playwright, journalist, poet and leading Communist intellectual attitude. Had to carry in your soul fertile and productive land in your village peasant flourished verb, germinated the words, rhymes and poems. And as the bread on the table, all that you gave us.
in your soul you had the metal from the depths of the earth. A day with the knowledge you had of your trades terrestrial blacksmith forjarte righteous sword to fight temple in all places in all areas of the continents. In all cases the sword and just got up to speak against the injustices and the great economic powers,
Your class origin, having to leave school and begin work at an early mark your character and deep political and ideological trends. In 1969 Portuguese joined the Communist Party when it was still illegal. Suffered censorship and persecution during the dictatorship of Salazar.
Eras of the house of Pablo Neruda, as he Communist activist, poet and Nobel laureate. As Neruda underground military. Suffered censorship and persecution during the dictatorship of Salazar. They were united in the struggle and poetry
like what I remember you were always a cultural worker, a consistent revolutionary intellectual who put all his talent and intellect to serve the people. Your heart has stopped beating, but you thought your ideas and your work will be with us. It is the essence of humanism and social justice law. And a more just and united world. Your work will last in the townsfolk.
notes, stories and news of these days I talk about you, say:
"He spent a quiet night, breakfast in peace, had a conversation with his wife and began to feel ill. He died with his family, saying goodbye in a calm and placid. "
In these troubled times, that the media distort the truth, alienate consciences according to their interests. When the wolves are disguised mutton, and lambs are lackeys of the empire. In time, in times of transvestism and ideological metamorphosis when creators in the business of writing which self-censor to please the ruling classes of the capital. At a time when mercenaries from the lyrics disguise the fact with a blanket of color, romance and sensitivity to commodity sold to the highest bidder. Your death leaves a great void in the political world cultural and literary.
you're going to remember and today and forever on the facts and in the words we left off
"Antonio Machado wrote that the \\ 'Caminante, no hay camino / is made by walking \\'. And that's what We're trying to do: go and make way make way and walk. The day will be long, but we do not become discouraged. Each day will arrive, depart daily. Beyond, always beyond. "
* Norton Contreras Robledo. Poet and social communicator. Digital
Chronicle columnist. Http://www.cronicadigital.cl
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JOSE SARAMAGO
(Marianela Puebla, Chile)
not go Saramago has not yet completed the task.
can not leave blank page, the ink
waste into tears and walk away down the road of no return.
not go master of knowledge,
the tram stops
grief and come to finish the novel.
Look, the lyrics are saddened by your absence
and have been scattered on the page in grief.
Do not play hard to get teacher, leave that
indifferent under the glass urn.
Open your eyes, wake up, I tell
lately, you're left indelible
.
not true, that your death,
someone lies and took over the news.
Wake, Cain feels orphaned
occupying the fore,
the place I belong.
know you're not of those who intimidate
retaliation. Unleash your bold
and writes that
as Blindness.
may already waiting for you with the table set,
with a glass of wine and welcome.
But you're stubborn and indomitable, and in your career, you've taken
our talented Monsivais,
well so quickly, there were no goodbyes. Perhaps
received the invitation of
absent and could not refuse it, and there will be, with the grin
, Neruda and Matilde, deciphering their hopscotch
Cortázar, Donoso
numbing your bird adult
night. Bolaños
young
still undecided when it will end his unfinished novel. Nobel
Saramago do not go, do not let us
so alone, like you need skilled
tram that guide this painful earth,
without you adrift.
Please Master, do not abandon us
in the midst of battle. Illustrious
Saramago, wake up. Wake
... You will never die ...
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