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Interlude (Pause for holidays)

already said Borges : language is an infinite chain of word combinations. But while the lyrics are finite, there is no limit to the formation of words or sentences. So it is impossible to conceive a number that describes the possible combinations. In the infinite chain, extended sequence, only a small part sense: well-constructed sentences and full meaning. In the boundless command of language, the rational takes an infinitesimal part : axioms, theorems, inference rules, standards of verification.

At the borders of the rational there is a bigger territory they inhabit those sentences where there is no total completeness requiring grammar and semantics: they are not formally correct and devoid of sense, because it tends to go beyond the rational. ambiguous sentences are those that appeal to the instinctive, the paradox, the apparent, the humor, the unexpected . In a word: intensity. is the domain of poetry, still larger than the rational : "He who leads by his face mask" ( Octavio Paz).

remaining chains, forming a universe even more than the other two together, are at the mercy of nonsense, repetition and absurdity . Pending unforeseen perhaps a rational extension of the dowry of meaning - through unspeakable recesses of the human mind - opens the immensity of surrealism , where the art of combination is able to extract (after millions of miles of streams impossible and ridiculous) a spark that seems to meaning: Of, of, of. More, more, more. Ontario. Sacred.

sequences are already stretched to infinity and the map shows the borders. What remains to be done? Know if the rational is the sum of the poetry or surrealism, once reached the limits of the rational, is to invent poetry and surrealism reserve (by the grace of the laws of probability ) as possible field intensity. Response may fall into three domains. Or none.

this summer to reflect on a classic touch I checked just now a year ago Sense and Sensibility (1995) by Ang Lee . I needed all this time to discover what I write about it. I dismissal without my usual visual pills. This year it's up to Delafé and Las Flores Azules (formerly known as Facto Delafé and Las Flores Azules ) and the video for the song Holy Spirit: a perfect example of buenrollismo naïf style Barcelona with some local famosetes faces and a dash of style Institut del Teatre , so dear to these lands. Undoubtedly one of the songs on my summer 2010.



And also this one, formally correct ( Facto still in the group), and it fits perfectly in tone and style of the song ( The Indian ) adrenaline rush guaranteed within :



I want to say goodbye without a pill truly cinematic the minimetraje A shit boyfriend, de Borja Cobeaga , or how men debase us do anything with just muddle through and get what we want and how women (not always, but often) melt when they say what they want to hear, even a blatant lie. funny, intense and universal :



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