Yesterday I met the news of the death Mario Merlino, professor of language and literature, writer, poet, playwright, Performance, organizer of literary workshops and above all, a translator.
I was lucky enough to attend one of their workshops ("Writing: Treasures in the abyss") in the Carnival XIX Gençana Literary School. There I met, from his hand, the work "Mediations" by Gary Hill, one of the pioneers of video art. It was an unforgettable workshop. The high school kids overcame their initial shyness and were pulled to write on sheets of paper Mario, prior to the workshop, had crumpled (as a ball) and deposited on his desk.
reflected in the workshop and invited us all to do on the concave and convex on the empty and full, on silence and sound. While writing "Incited by him, the song sounded " Silence is sexy " of Einstürzende Neubauten. It was a beautiful experience.
And I had the pleasure of knowing him more closely and listen for three years in meetings Animation Reading Arenas de San Pedro, organized by Frederick Martin Nebra and Pizpirigaña Association.
There, next to Jesus Marchamalo (and Noni Benegas, in one case), we did enjoy his humor, his intelligence and poetic intuition in successive tours of the prepositions, conjunctions and adverbs. In Riocantos forest still exist, between the trees, many of those words.
Mario Merlino translated, among others, to Jorge Amado, Clarice Lispector , Ana Maria Machado , Nelida Pinon, Eça de Queiroz , António Lobo Antunes , Gianni Rodari and Allen Ginsberg . In 2004 he received the National Award for best translation Auto convicted of António Lobo Antunes . His last work as an author was, in fact, with Jesus Marchamalo, a great friend and companion of lectures and conferences. No adverb you convinience, illustrated and edited by Isidro Ferrer Eclipse, includes the lecture he gave in 2008 in Arenas de San Pedro.
You can learn more about Mario Merlino in an interview published in the magazine Consumer
And you can read the lines that he devotes Clara Obligado in his workshop blog. Both, as well as friends were pioneers in the implementation of creative writing workshops in Madrid and shared many projects.
leave here a fragment of No adverb well you come in memory of a great lover of words, a kind loving, affectionate and a great sense of humor, which I am proud have learned so much. Thanks, buddy:
"I like words. I like to go down in the morning to buy and choose them one by one, like ripe apricots.
never know what words will be needed over day. You never know what out of the bag house, or to pack, travel. many adjectives-white, fragrant, fertile, "how many and how to conjugate verbs: I love you, drive, opening, I've been, I supposed. .. many indefinite articles. many prepositions. I like words. I like to treasure them, but also let them escape, at times, as if they were not mine. Fog is so lightweight, it is so inert, just move your lips to a low gust of wind takes her.
There are tens of thousands of words. Or more. Words constructed of steel, cutting, or wood, heel, words on paper cut onions, or preliminary sylph, and rough words as an old cloth: ridge, cloth, fulling ... Says John Berger, the writer, that words must chewing, as if they have nerves, double, irreversible. Words that make you a ball, like a bad dining steak: sacramento, pigmentation, geo ... And there are others that will melt in your mouth, like the lines of a Romantic poet: flash, dragonfly ...
I've always liked howl. I do not like, nothing or almost nothing, Abencerraje. I like merengue, and I hate channel. I like to say loop, and I hate to say cut.
My friend Luis Mateo Diez, with whom I was one morning, tall and thin, cross as a quixotic, in the bar The Staircase, Plaza Mayor of Madrid, told me that he's least favorite word is scrofula. I never knew exactly what it means but it is a horrible word. Scrofula. The words of the doctors always sound fatal, terminal diagnosis, to eviction: mesenteric lymph swollen ...
However
are those beautiful eye doctors: iris, pupil, shortsighted. Another word I hate is spitted. Sounds like explosive device, he snapped. A hand grenade: you take the word, hold it firmly in hand, you remove the pin with his teeth, throw it as far as possible, protect yourself and wait. One, two, three, four ...
has not been heard because I pulled away. But do not kid yourself: he broached "
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