Tras haber creado mi anterior blog cecilmundo varias personas, muchos de ellos mis alumnos, me sugirieron que creara una secciòn dentro de cecilmundo para publicar mis obras de docencia de idiomas. Dado que la cantidad de documentos de explicaciones, ejercicios y exàmenes de inglès son muy numerosos porque tengo màs de 30 años del ejercicio de la docencia, preferì estrenar blog con mis alumnos a como ellos realmente merecen. En este blog planetcecil no solo iràn mis documentos didàcticos de inglès, sino tambièn la producciòn literaria de varios alumnos que se destacan en las letras. Tambièn darè oportunidad a aquellos que tienen excelentes obras pero que no han logrado publicarlas ya que en mi paìs Nicaragua todo se mueve por la marrana polìtica, y si una no pertenece a determinado partido no verà jamàs publicado su opus. Tambièn tenemos la desgracia de contar con seudoeditores quienes al no conocer verdaderamente de literatura se convierten en mercenarios de la imprenta solo para llenarse ellos mismo de dinero y fama a costillas de los escritores. Todos aquellos que deseen participar en este blog, denlo de antemano por suyo. Aunque lleve mi nombre en un arranque de egolatrìa, yo soy sencillamente vuestra servidora.Cecilia

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domingo, 26 de octubre de 2008

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Entry ·66 for the Colonel`s Scrapbook

Born on October 25th

1825 Johann Strauss (the younger) composer (Waltz King), to whom the great Johannes Brahms wrote on a piece of music paper containing The Blue Danude, “unfortunately not by me”1838 Georges Bizet France, composer (Carmen), too bad he died opf chagrin after one of his masterpieces was severely criticized
1881 Pablo Picasso Spain, artist (3 Dancers, Guernica)greatest sexist of all, a ladykiller, egotistical, hard hearted manipulator, he may be the father of Cubism but he was a loathsome satyr
1967 Julia Roberts Smyma, Georgia, actress (Mystic Pizza, Pretty Woman)she is a great actress

Deaths which occurred on October 25:
1400 Geofrey Chaucer author, dies in London, what a real genius he was1892 Caroline Harrison Pres Benjamin Harrison's wife, dies at 60
1973 Abebe Bikila Ethiopian marathoner (Olympic -gold 1960, 64), dies at 46,he ran his marathon in the Tokyo Olympics only weeks after having an appendectomy

1415 Battle of Agincourt, Welsh longbow defeats the armored knight,this was during the Hundred Year War between England and France
1760 George III ascends the British throne, nicknamed Farmer George for his plans for the peasants,soon he went cuckoo, pissed in his nightshirt and ran screaming through Whitehall so he got crazy enough to lose the colonies in America
1764 John Adams marries Abigail Smith (marriage lasts 54 years) how could they put up with each other so long?

Birthdates which occurred on October 26:
1466 Desiderius Erasmus Holland, scholar/author (In Praise of Folly)a real egghead if there has been any 1685 Domenico Scarlatti Naples Italy, composer/harpsichordist ,part of the father and son team who made a delight of harpsichord music1759 Georges Danton France, leader during the French Revoluton who at the end didn`t like the monster he created and gave up hios head to the guillotine
1879 Leon Trotsky Russian revolutionary ,creator of the Red Army,too bad he died with an icepick into his brilliant brain
1917 Felix the Cat cartoon character, oh do we need laughter to heal our scratches the cat of life makes on us
1919 Mohammad Reza Pahlavi Aryamehr Shah of Iran (1941-79), the Ayatollah`s least favourite guy
Deaths which occurred on October 26:
901 King Alfred the Great, dies, and we ask how great he really was?
On this day...
1825 Erie Canal between Hudson River & Lake Erie opened ,it was about time1863 Worldwide Red Cross organized in Geneva, did Dunant ever imagine how many people would use his dream to make money on their own for less noble purposes?
1916 Margaret Sanger arrested for obscenity (advocating birth control), this is the mother of the future Pill along with Dr.Gregory Pincus,thank you milady, a thousand thanks for liberating women from our sexual slavery.


THE MUSES

In ancient Greece, each type of art had its muse, flimsily dressed pretty chicks to inspire the poets and painters and musicians, Terpsichore for dance, Euterpe for music, Thalia for theatre, Clìo for history. All of us have muses, though we may not confess anything about their existence. Some of us had mechanized our writing to such a degree that we could fire all muses if we had a mind to do it, but to tell you the truth,discipline may get you to work, but only a spurt of magic milk from the Muses`teat can produce those seamless,wonderful sheets like Mozart`s symphonies or Dvorak`s Slavonic Dances. Whoever tells you than eating an egg like those white ones produced for supermarkets is the same as eating a real one made by the rooster on top of the hen is giving you a lot of codswallop. Muses are necessary,you should know better than to question about it.
Ok, but recently I have had so many questions about muses. Particularly about the ones used in my corel paint based collages. Who are they? Have I ever been in love with any of them, or had a fling? Is there any specific reason why they are there?
I know you want to ask questions, dearest reader, and you have the full right to do so. But somehow, you never do, you make no use of that right. Th question mark peeps over the rim of your glasses, riding low on the broken bridge of your nose that I have come to cherish so much. I will try to explain how things happen when I am going to create any of those collages.
Mostof them are created to illustrate my own short stories, because nobody like me, the author,can know what I mean through them. The picture must give a basic idea of the plot,setting or timeof my short story. Since many of them have a strong historical background, many times I have to draw out pictures or llustrations about the historical personalities in the grain of the story. For example, getting pictures of the Russian composer Modeste Mussorgsky was an ordeal,for there are few in existence.It seems the chap didn`t like to be photographed when he was weaving home, droving a herd of imaginary pigs due to his inebriation with good vodka. Nevertheless, I have always been in love with his music and his potential, and I wanted to write something soppy, so both The Letter from The Russian Heart and its illustration are hopelessly sugary,as befits to be created by a diabetic like me. Sometimes my own student`s pictures have been useful for me, and when I have needed real live models that I can pinch into posing,it has been a good experience. Jorge Luis Padilla`s halo on unruly hair decorated Encephalia, my gothic story about Ruben Darìo+`s brain being put into a kidnapped baby. My star student Yaderisrael became the nefarious and sadistic Serbian colonel in The Violoncello of Serbia, and the file pictures I have of Josip Broz Tito had the chance to leave the moldened bunker in which I had stored them.
To tell you the truth,many times I seek for ugly male models so they won`t upstage me in case I am combining my self with them on the collage. I used a spoiled brat named Paul from my profile in Hi5 and although in real life he could never pose in a Calvin Klein jeans for ads to make Bill Clinton jump out of his shoes, his ugliness was perfect for the creation I needed to push out of my brain. But even ugly men can turn fiendishly arrogant when used as models.Maybe it is too much attention for them. It can happen.I wll never forget the elegant and sexy Russian countess I met in France, who was my college classmates and once proposed to Ehab,a very ugly and skinny Moroccan, to come up and see her sometime,like Mae West used to croon so sexily. The Arab was so excited because he believed the countess was making a pass at him,so he arrived in Passy so perfumed that the Countess`dogs fainted and didn`t bite him. Once in the bedroom where she put him, he quickly obeyed when she asked him to strip naked for her. He believed he was going to have a wild porn show protagonized by himself and the countess, and his equipment was running rampant and randy when in burst the countess`three young kids. She told them,”Look at this poor man, if you don`t eat your meals soon you will look like him!” The three blond children just laughed and ran screaming, Ehab`s equipment just drooped and the countess gave him 500 dollars for posing. Then she called a taxi to get him out of her mansion. Model for one day,gigolo for nothing. Well, I don`t ask men to pose nude for me, of course, and some of the pictures in my gallery contain guys with whom I have barely crossed a word with, people with whom I would never build a life together, faces and torsos only valuable for their integration into the whole picture. Recently I used a very pale, fortysh white workingman for two pictures .I had met him on the internet and I knew from the first day I saw him he would become a model, because that was what I was looking for. I simply needed that type of fellow for the collage,and I sure got what I wished.Un -luckily I don`t have the time to chat with him assiduously,as he would wish,specially if I were willing to catwalk for him on webcam.
People tend to believe that anything a designer or author publishes must have a love affair or at least a one-night stand lurking in the background. I am very sorry to disappoint those sex.obsessed people who want to imagine me getting laid at the drop of a hat. Being a muse or model is no sure fire guarantee that I will be whisked away of¡n a white horse.
Now.some pictures have been worked by me in order to express those feelings I never let out in public. You know which ones they are,dearest reader. They were created in moment when I had no other choice but to work them out if I really wanted to be honest and sincere, private words said in public, like poet T.S Eliot once said in a poem to his wife. The pictures having such a muse will always elicit that phrase by Jean Alexander of Normandie about future generations asking the details of why and when and for whom his poems were written. He had his Henri. I have you. Are your questions answered? You never spoke them out loud,but I read them in your eyes.