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La inmutabilidad de la situación narrativa p2
es imposible afirmar que la situación narrativa siempre sea la misma. Y de hecho, con el head hopping que se han inventado los escritores en inglés; cambiando de capítulo cada vez que cambian de cabeza o de focalizador, añadiendo asteriscos en el caso de Terry Prattchet; la situación narrativa cambia prácticamente muchas veces a lo largo de todo un texto narrativo. No es de extrañar que Mieke Bal mencione que el caso de La jalousie sea uno muy extraño.
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Adicciones
Don’t touch it. It is mine
Aparte del polvo, las fotos son de dos días diferentes a horas distintas…
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ROOTS 3
Published in this blog December 19th, 2020Translated September 2023 Continuation and part 3 of 3. Tear it apart. ROOTS 3 —Those… I haven’t been able to reproduce them. There’s only one seller… — Actually the words I’m about to say might not be the same thought by the «parakeet» nose, though the feeling is the feeling one gets when thinking such things. «Fuc#$&_ bitch».The cup went resting upon its plate and the hand that has done the action goes to the healthy snack on a bowl on the table. It takes a strawberry. —Maybe you can introduce us… I’d like to support their art…—Hihi— the hand of the other nose,…
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Formal Hyde…
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Behind barracks
The sky has become sorta white.Tasteless.Worthless.And it doesn’t matter how bright the stars.My heart can’t beat to their sight.Moon light?Blind.Rose scent?My nose is dead.The touch of a lad?I’m numb to fail.Rise and rise,The smoke.Nothing.Some exiled name from remain,Cause there were records of none.Burnt in the same cage of demise.Cinders behind.Without a teeth brush or shoe to put behind glass.
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La inmutabilidad de la situación narrativa p1
Si a la focalización adecuada se le suma un narrador adecuado y un título sugerente; es de esperarse un efecto en particular.
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Roots 2
Published in this blog December 19th, 2020Translated September 2023 Continuation and part 2 of 3. Tear it apart. Roots 2 The light coloured tile floor and the «welcome» rug over a weird shine of the spotless tiles. He goes out to the noon sun, crosses the cobbled path between the house and the fence in exactly 7 steps. The jeans become a straight Mediterranean nose, curly black hair brushed backwards in a gel excess and tunnel eyes. Dark, mysterious and lighted at the bottom by life vitality that swallows breath down (for pragmatic effects, the video camera goes up panning from the legs to the face, please). —Hi. Ready for…
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Zombie
https://fb.watch/n35x9Y3yXF/?mibextid=gxS9mu
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No more
It’s not a free fall for I don’t crash myself on ground.It’s not gravity lack for I don’t float.It is in my throat,delaying air.It is my lungs,Too dry to expand.It is this feeling of agony.Anxiety.Despair.Why shouldn’t I cry?
