Wednesday, December 24, 2008

TE DE MANZANILLA

Este es un ejercicio de una clase de literatura en nuestro país vecino de allá arriba.

La dinámica es que un alumno escribe un párrafo y otro alumno el que sigue (se trabaja en parejas hombre-mujer).

Está buenísimo lo que sucuedió.

Se los dejo aqui abajo entero.



Rebecca -last name deleted, and Jim - last name deleted.

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STORY:
(First paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home,
now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times,
that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs,
keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if
she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again.
So chamomile was out of the question.
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(Second paragraph by Jim)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack
squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to
think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named
Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S.
Harris to Geostation 17, he said into his trans- galactic communicator.
"Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so
far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed
out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The
jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across
the cockpit.
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(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he
felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one
woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth
stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers
of Skylon 4. Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and
Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news
simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window,
dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed hurriedly and
carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract
her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things
around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?"
she pondered wistfully.
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(Jim)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.
Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership
launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted
wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament
Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target
for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the
human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty
the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough
firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop
them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium
fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President,
in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor
off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion,
which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie and 85 million other Americans.
The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't
allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of
the sky!"
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(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature.
My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate
adolescent.
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(Jim)
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts
at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have
chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh
no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele
novels."
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(Rebecca)
Asshole.
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(Jim)
Bitch.
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(Rebecca)
Wanker.
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(Jim)
slut.
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(Rebecca)
Get f*cked.
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(Jim)
Eat shit.
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(Rebecca)
F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
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(Jim)
Go drink some tea - whore.
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(Teacher)
A+ I really liked this one.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:03 PM

    Jaja, la opinión del profesor es lo máximo.

    Te cuento que estoy leyendo "Ficciones" de Borges y estoy de plano apendejado con lo brillante de sus cuentos, son de los pocos textos de verdad mind-bending que he leído, es un verdadero privilegio.

    Te recomiendo este trailer de la película de los Thundercats que le está dando la vuelta al mundo desde hace unos días: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fb50GMmY5nk

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  2. Anonymous6:12 PM

    Supongo que lo notaste, pero dado lo serio de tu post, te aclaro: el trailer de los Thundercats es la obra de un fan de la caricatura, hecho con escenas de varias películas, entre ellas Troy, X-Men, Spy Kids y The Fast and the Furious. Brillante el tipo.

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  3. Anonymous1:20 PM

    ¡Maravilla! El ejercicio es buenísimo, me encantaría ver más de estos.

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