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Cubaencuentro has come to an end. Or not? What has happened, can anyone say so publicly? We dropped glimpses. As little information is, one has to be read-and-speculation. Here is the dilemma of all these years: the lack of transparency in a broad sense, but especially in the management of funds. What was so good financing may not have been used to build a solid foundation for the future of an institution that we thought essential in the scenario of the global fight against Castro's propaganda? While living in Cuba, defended in each dialogue meeting, with each attack, in front of everyone. Even speak out against police and "culture" of the regime. Speak out because it was going to defend my faith in an opposite Cuba to which we have lived and known for half a century. I worked with them and invited my friends who are writers and journalists to do so. Several did. And it was risky. I've told . Contagion with my faith. And they believed the same, their ways. I forget the eagerness to have every issue of the magazine, for printing and distributing each newsletter Cubaencuentro who promptly came to a ghost email address that we had created my wife and I just for that. I walked Havana lost behind a number of the magazine. I knocked doors are not always open. I visited places where I was not always welcome. Called my home from the English embassy, \u200b\u200bto startle family, in a country where for less than that you can call a meeting of slaps. He had enrolled in that project names on which could have no doubt: Antonio José Ponte , Michel Suarez, Manuel Díaz Martínez, Luis Manuel García , and then Paul Diaz, who I know and trying as far as grew my collaborations. Writing people I admire and I keep reading about, their work wherever they appear, from Rafael Rojas, Carlos Alberto Montaner and Néstor Díaz de Villegas to Rafael Alcides, craggy and Duanel Díaz. How not to get your hands on fire for all that? Meeting was always Who wrote, so more than one anticipated this wreck. I heard about the criticism of their management. The read on the blog Jorge Pomar, also penultimate day. I read all about Cubaencuentro. And I thought: these guys may have a point, but are somewhat resentful note. And I never knew, yet I do not know very well why. I also was annoyed me more than once to any particular approach or aseptic too temperate for my taste, with some cuts to text me, or for the quasi-pathological need to calibrate all, to find a balance forced to sign up to goodism and political correctness. But then to believe that everything would founder, was a stretch. And yet, the disaster has occurred. And his critics have been right. But the darkness remains. And it comes a question that always made me and I became: who is Anabelle Rodriguez? How she managed to wreck a company so well funded? Or that the "well funded" was only in appearance? After this, can anyone believe, in order of trust in their ability, their leadership? was born in Cuba Journal , have moved to where Ponte, Paul, Michel and others. I with them. Because there are loyalties that I like hold up the latter. Good luck, but I think it is worth saying.

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uscando B old notes written some lines about my reading of José Kozer, a Cuban poet whose initials are all an allegory bastard in the best literature, referring destruction but rebuilt, which stops in the shadows to travel to other clearness, which delights in death to connote rebirth. I would not write of a poet not to feel close even when you know you pretend to shed light, more light on other pages and it is difficult wounds in that concert sober counterpoint between and excess is Kozer's poetry. Is this what I'm going, to encounter a hard, intense singularity, a body that has set in motion, a flowery mound yesterday and again today calcined break, a city of nights off passenger seat, a nation of grief. A city to lift, lost island that never sleeps, which proposes that language as an epiphany elastic and solution, but again relapsed into its mirror-random in their final agreement. These senses ever recover Word / city / nation carry the condition of ductility verifiable Kozer, which once said to have been dazzled by Symbolists and, voila!, Lorca, I imagine that of Poet in New York . What do we know this gentleman K? Nobody said or will say in schools or homes that existed and exists. Call them lucky. For those schools that were, a poet was a poet-teacher ratio recommended for mistrust. I think Nicolás Guillén, which I think is still replace those misgivings. Whenever school is mentioned in a poet is to be suspicious. The poet and the recommendation, both submerged, both contaminated and predictable notions of the heroic and messianic awakening, of trials and certain alloys Numantian spurious. Already in those schools, not more schools like my grandmother said, recommending more unless you think poets do not amount to many and the worst is I do not know how bad it is. Let's just say that this gentleman K stands as a poet otherwise recommended, the school poet Jose Marti bust poppy, and as close to the transience of life unhappy or terrible accident that it is to be young poet. I met Kozer February 1, 2002 in La Cabaña, Havana, they say is the worst place to meet writers. Cuba does not suit me that book, the selection of his poetry entitled reflected not seek , signed by its author, but I remember some of your phrases that I wrote and still others, and that serene face transfigured Kozer Ulysses returning to land where barely expected to return someone from looking. And all I found is this: There is nothing beyond language. The language is inevitable. Anulavidas is the monster. There will be disrespectful. Always. re-founded. re-create it. re-assembly. Always. Still open pages at random from that book, I read some poems and turned to look at that note and letter writing to urge fragile: The name is a lie. And often a sign, a bibliography, a doodle, a scheme of which can not become unintelligible to unravel. My God, how much we live Thebes. How fragmented family. Much of animosities and disagreements are in a national poetry larguedad. not seek was reflected when he arrived, but how to know if it was the right time. Before some poems in magazines came, something Vigia an interview and again postponed glare. That delayed receipt of his poetry remembers that the accused deterritorialization of Cuban literature of recent decades, not a nomadic condition highly unlikely, irrelevant to our case. Kozer comes from a Jewish family, knows of these ancient migrations and has managed to live all his work references cosmopolitan, too ancient, although the island footprint will not lack. The displacement of the island as a space center or point of arrival, transformed now old jetty from where you set a destination: starting with an intensity unknown half a century ago, a dispersion that is taxed away from the benefit of true cosmopolitanism leaves a stale bitter residue of resentment, discrediting, indifference, revenge and distances multiplied in time. There were times when there seemed no other poetry between us that the colloquial standard politically correct, affirmative nauseatingly. Still licking some old wounds, but worth remembering that cost them double the exceptions become recognized or ever would in the unjust extent were other voices and forgotten in the national chorus. These gestures of legitimation, unfortunately, still favoring a comfortable speaking, quietist, pallor uncritical reader of the worst tradition from plagiarism or bad copy, for whom language is a club made up of words and the poem is it, one word after another, and look with disdain that true revolution can have a poetic assimilation of current aesthetic trends. Kozer I found quite a poet of interior, escaped from the uplifting acuosamente, numbed by the need to make sense of reality itself from itself and from what is written. Antonio José Ponte reports the finding of a confession in the newspapers published Kozer, the poet says he has not yet written his great poem, which he called a resounding or final . Elsewhere, Kozer mentioned the possibility of a duet copulatory Martí / Casal, and opposites and you together forever, and projected as "world meeting" as "that entity centaur watered or watered it once on the banks of a river mythical island. Just as there is no great poem, the poem or final round of Marti and Casal beyond their own lives and their poetry, the poems of late Kozer intention to cancel the telluric powers spurious, verbose magnificence, grandeur of the occasion , swollen vastness of gravity, fustian atrocious all so foreign to his speech, his philosophical thought, and that intention as re-united with a non-negligible contemporary Cuban poetry.