Almost 61 years ago Charles M. Schulz published his first comic strip. I have always found comic books fascinating, and have always admired people who are able to draw and concisely write a powerful story in just a few frames. Comic strips are easy to read and therefore will improve your English in a fun way.
Here’s a page with lots of cartoons:
http://www.gocomics.com/explore/comics
Do you read comics? What’s your favorite comic character?
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I don´t read comics nowadays. But I remember going to the house of a friend who had a room full of them when I was young. I used to like Tintin and Asterix. However, I think that the ones which made a bigger impression on me was Mafalda´s comics, and other drawed and written by Quino. He is special. Although sometimes Forges reminds me of him, Quino is more profound and soft at the same time. He has some surrealistic drawings that are really original and almost magic. In a way he is still a child.
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Manolo 5º
Mysterious poem this week. It has nothing to do with Jose Arcadio Buendía´s death, but I remembered it as I was reading the title.
ReplyDeleteWarning: the following paragraph is from “A Hundred Year Of Lonliness”, by García Márquez. I don´t want to spoil the book.
“Cuando estaba solo, José Arcadio Buendía se consolaba con el sueño de los cuartos infinitos. Soñaba que se levantaba de la cama, abría la puerta y pasaba a otro cuarto igual, cuya puerta abría para pasar a otro exactamente igual, con la misma cama de cabecera de hierro forjado, el mismo sillón de mimbre y el mismo cuadrito de la Virgen de los Remedios en la pared del fondo. De ese cuarto pasaba a otro exactamente igual, cuya puerta abría para pasar a otro exactamente igual, y luego a otro exactamente igual hasta el infinito. Le gustaba irse de cuarto en cuarto, como en una galería de espejos paralelos, hasta que Prudencio Aguilar le tocaba el hombro. Entonces regresaba de cuarto en cuarto, despertando hacia atrás, recorriendo el camino inverso, y encontraba a Prudencio Aguilar, en el cuarto de la realidad. Pero una noche, dos semanas después de que lo llevaron a la cama, Prudencio Aguilar le tocó el hombro en un cuarto intermedio, y él se quedó allí para siempre, creyendo que era el cuarto real”.
In fact I was wrong, because I remembered this part of the book differently: José Arcadio Buendía dreaming of himself dreaming; and in the new dream, dreaming of himself dreaming again, making a chain of dreams (instead of rooms). So he died trying to wake up from every dream, being unable to identify reality and getting lost.
Manolo 5º
One of the comics I used to read most was Asterix the Gaul. I'm keeping handy at home as we've all the books. I've enjoyed reading the witty stories and watching the movies about some of them with my children.
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As far as the poem is concerned, in certain way it makes us to question the difference between reality and fantasy. Manolo has chosen a suitable and good paragraph in connection with this profound poem by Edgar Allan Poe. I had forgotten it in spite of having read "A hundred years of Lonliness" a long time ago. It would be wondrous that all we read and learn, could engrave on our memory.
On reading "A dream within a dream", it comes to my mind a poem I had to study when I was at school "Life is a dream" by Calderón de la Barca.
http://www.calderondelabarca.es/