Nice, Achilles Cacho
am delighted to reveal, exclusively as the secret identity of the mysterious avenger anonymous are sowing terror in our celebrity culture. The fact that a man is a poisoner does not prove anything against his prose.
Half fun, half shocked, a master writer saw fit to invite me this week to visit Achilles Cacho, ("literary revelation of the year?), Through an e-mail that unintentionally so-seller - I described him saying: "No repairs to compare our first poet Blanca Varela with Quico Chavo del 8 and makes a mockery of all that seemed to escape the Lima porridge." reprehensible and sounded tired, of course, promising. In this gang impenetrable and mutual zahumadoras stifling that is very selective breed Limamanta city culture, the healthy emergence of a crazed arsonist would therefore be held with all sorts of parades, and jalapatos tumbamontes. Enter the email address
http://conventilador.blogspot.com/ eager promised sewers abyss, the black hole of nausea, the dizziness unspeakable evil. What would the text of this newest Cacho demon had finally achieved the feat of shocking the intelligentsia inescandalizable metropolis as a post-modern, educated, sensitive and open-minded? Well, many words, so, we said, for example:
"cultural discourse, the Like the politician ends up being usually a toady servant of power. The opinions of our "cultural leaders" always reward Sobon, the acusete, which is not never questioned.
We have nothing personal against critics, but we fuck the uniform they have to burst firecrackers to already established artists and writers (and therefore influential). Everything he writes Vargas Llosa is the maximum, any comment from Bryce is endearing, Ampuero gives a shit interview and laughter ("Ampuero funny?). Fuck no, then. And then the pictures appear in the social section of El Comercio, in which the usual suspects departed amicably in flirty coctelitos "
Mmmm. Yeah, well, right? faltosito the big boy. But anyone who knows even if our star-system casserole bookish could say this chuncho shooter encaletado bushes did not come close enough to the moving target with deadly blowgun pissed. Smoking does not sound at all when he writes:
"It would be interesting to see how the audience reacts to a reality show in which participants faced the challenge of surviving as it does 50% of people in this country in a settlement human, no police protection, without water, electricity or sewage, having to work 10 hours a day (or more) for a salary of 400 soles. "
So far, so very nice. All very lucid and very transgressive. Almost, almost illuminated. But when we are about to convince us that Isidore Ducasse is Peruvian and lives-presumably-in-exile chaclacayino, our most cruel new voice of Creole, in seconds, half a century to transform aging of horrific way, in a hulk choleador and splenetic, in an extract of Paco Igartua revived, with generous doses of Ugarteche Bedoya and Rey de Castro. Lean, if not, how-distance trying to kick the headpiece of Roger Santiváñez, poet-command team, the vinegary Cacho Kloaka comes off the facade:
"This baboon pezuñento, comunistón of cafe, it has now become a kind of neo-Baroque aristocrat of our literature, in poetry Gustavo Pacheco of Peru. Anda Zambito, lean water, except in some of Jiron chingana Quilca, your poetic voice is absolutely non-existent or so out of tune sounds like the songs your aunt Tomasa tamale. "
And when a reader wrote to him suggesting samba least for the next, Achilles chonguerita Strikes with logic and arrogance of surferito Want to Be:
"When we call" pezuñento "a poet who calls himself" kloaka " Is not that rather an upgrade? "
is good, Jijun. And he has talent, but ... is buenamoza? That's the question everyone is asking. Are you male or female, is it only one or are many? And above all: where does it come from?, What college he studied?, "Godson who is?, Who tied him? To try to establish who is, in fact, this kind of cool-tito Correveidile that hides behind an alias so scary or hopeful, we, with the proverbial humility that characterizes us, we, therefore, our investigacioncita. These are the results:
1. Judging by his encyclopedic knowledge literary micro-ambientito still in its tiniest protozoan species, Achilles Cacho had to be, under protest, part of it. Most likely it was that Batman's arch itself would have been a good boy that knocks in life-or-national literary criticism became mean. So then, all hoses was a writer and published. And he wrote well, which enables us to search, since dismissed, the kick, the three-fourths of the total. Or the seven octaves.
2. That gustito to move in the shadows of anonymity is not new in our literature: From Caesar to Siegfried Lethal Moro, examples abound. But among the debutantes, everyone seemed share the same appetite for flash. A friend, however, said he remembered seeing in "Crucible," a crazy book that appeared in the flap at 10 years and on another page, covering his face with a mask of Darth Vader. "JT Le Roy? We asked, thinking that it was the American cult author Chibolo always poses masked. "No, no, no. This was Peru's "good-natured, the data.
3. A good way to start was to track the estilacho, someone else had written the same or similar. A humorous novel leidito. A Yerovi emulating, say, Sofocleto 2000, the new Loco Freire: news fictionalized, sinlogismos, hilarious pp. Someone who mix their well-earned culturita with some kind of humor.
4. It was in this search of unlikely Les Luthiers Lima gave me a scholarly volume entitled "Fragmenta Peruvianorum, brainy, and completely useless trabajosísimo analysis of baroque prose ... César Hildebrandt! Full of pompous-and fabricated-citations in Latin, Greek, Italian, French and German, a NN that bore a name which, so pompous, bull reporter seemed pseudonym, was conducting a thorough and extensive dissection that indigestible recutecus Dwarf tormented us daily "Liberation." Devote all that time lost to the sublime discipline of masturbation would have been much more beneficial, I think.
5. To make matters worse, I found a note Masks 5 years ago announcing the publication of "The 13 best poems of the twentieth century Peru, a slapstick parody anthology, among others, the lines of Caesar Añejo, Cisneros and Antinous Loquendo Atar (sic). There was said that the unknown author was, of course, the same exegete hildebrandtiano-had requested the written interview because "he was too nervous." (?) When he finally agreed to meet with a reporter, was wearing a costume: chullo wool and sunglasses, which arrocha bamba pimp talk-show .- Why are you shy? "he asked. Shyness is a mixture of suspicion and vanity-apostrophe.
6. In the 1566 edition of the journal, also found the China Tudela said: "The thing is that we join a group in the house that has Maripier in Cieneguilla, a shaman named Achilles Pucallpa Cacho, daughter." Unregistered in Indecopi not suspect what would happen years later, Leon Rafo had happened the first moniker. Since there is nothing to invent, dotage.
7. At first glance, the straw was that undertook Achilles against everything and everyone, but against cronyism, very special. But, oh, disappointment, are no sacred cows to which he dare not rozarles or an udder, for example: Mirko Lauer, an overwhelming national todismo Holstein. And if the name is there, always in good milk. And if you give a click-lye-jump of an insufferable Xanax his talks with Montalbetti in which, oh, coincidentally, was beatified as "Lucifer no book of the poets of 2000" at the same subtle humor of which we are speaking long ago, who signs his name to these verses duquecito Mirko his uncle, of course, we published in 'Bone Humerus ": What will be the Peruvian poetry? / Is the child José María / in Chuquitanta finances, / early interrogating a frog, / green heart of the pond. " It is very pretty, right?. Please imagine the small Arguedas: ranitay Hello, how have you been just as, mamay? Ya, ya, ya. Do not tease, ignorant. Poor genius, both against him stupid.
8. Prey to a kind of delirium Borges for reading everything and apprehend all this manic and riotous renaissance has taken the job of filling his blog of many "links" through which the visitor can certainly learn a lot not known. And not just gatherings between gods it enshrined the Olympus or the international literary prizes in the contest, no, no, no. If you clickea, for example, the name of the writer Willy superfotografiado Niño de Guzman get automatic access to the home page Estremadoyro Mario Poggi, another notorious maniac pseudólogo or notoriety. I will say that this is not fine.
9. But, of course, the delicious ice cream Cerecita on this research was to confirm at all if the new king brutal of the bag, the clear voice of the century poetry, prose specialist dwarfs, the interviewee's costume and masked author Star Wars were all the same person. The common features were many: fixation with the eminent orator Leonidas Carbajal of "Springboard to Fame", identification with the helpless animals that permeate his writings, his dislike of the "successful are saying about it," the hermit character and a certain undeniable misogyny among others. Many features that were all pointing in one direction: that of a writer aged 36, a fugitive from cradle Catholic who slept in until 8 and was a virgin until 22 and that, in 2003, had published many letters frik love that he wrote to a girl which, true to form, but were afraid to talk face to face and with their Hernandiana, rayantes cards, banished. A book-very popular among young readers, which is entitled "Ximena Road" signing, this time with his real name: Santiago Del Prado Roncagliolo and whose presentation did not dare to attend because he was naked before public exposure of their most intimate secrets. In a study published in the Georgetown University under the name "Testimony of a Martian love," Lorenzo Helguero writes: "The only thing that seems clear is that the text narrates events that actually occurred. No drill: no life. " Viejil Gonzales should be sent to make a shirt with that phrase.
10. I just discovered another webblog and I'm pretty sure she also writes James who, if so, would be two people to become three. Does well. Life is too boring to be content with being just one. The carnival in the world deceives both / that lives are short masquerades. As for Achilles Cacho, and therefore, relax and loosen. Odienlo less. All He Needs Is Love.
( Beto Ortiz )
