Three points. Feels pretty good right now. Arsenal 1-0 Portsmouth. Funny thing is, I had to actully think what Pompey officially is when my Mom asked it. And that I haven´t watched a single match of them since Community Shield. And I think they are a fine team, I don´t hate them or anything like that. But yeah, it took Gunners 80 minutes to score one goal and I think even that one was a bit lucky. No complains though, a win for the first time since ages feels absolutely brilliant. I had the English commentators once again and one of them pointed out pretty well: "Being such a defensive mastermind Tony Adams is, it´s funny they´ve conceded so much." I thought that too, but then again, I was looking for more goals than just one.
Arsenal were doing fine. Well, as fine as they can with the material they have. I was a bit surprised to see Van Persie on the bench, but he did play on Friday and we have other forwards too, so... Ade wasn´t doing that much, except not scoring from perfect spots. Once again, Sagna was awesome and yes, William Gallas might be a huge prick and cause troubles within the team, but he is a valuable prick (scoring the only one, doing quite well on the defence). Ramsey and Carlos Vela were nice to see, they keep trying and Vela is really fine with the ball. Just more games under the belt and a little time and wh knows what he´ll be (well, Arsene probably knows...). I still think that my Man of the Match would be Samir Nasri. It seemed to me he was working his ass off and fighting like everyone should have been. Still, January 1st can´t be here soon enough and I really hope we get someone we really need. I wouldn´t mind Arteta (scored twice today). Addict made a wishlist for Christmas and I agree with it. We´ll see what happens.
My back is once again killing me. Sleeping five nights on this matress is as good as sleeping five nights on the floor. Thankfully I get my bed back soon, it´s such a small luxury but I am loving it at the moment. Little luxuries are the best. Sleeping late, good food, warm weather which we don´t have... And I seriously hope our neighbours won´t spend the entire New Year blowing their money up in the air. They did that last year, nice trying to sleep...
I´ve got all the days mixed up. Too much being home with relatives. And too much football on days it normally isn´t played. Today is Sunday right? Which obviously means tomorrow is Monday and that I have to go to the library and renew the loan of two books as I kind of am intending on reading them. And I might as well check if I can find more poetry.
Yeah, I really didn´t have anything today, just wanted to post. Mostly because of the win. Which, when it comes to this blog, is reason enough. Arsenal is always a great reason for a post. I promise you something better next time, I think I´m thanking some people on the next post... Until that, enjoy and take care!
Listening to: Editors - An End Has A Start
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Picking up on the question in your last blog entry...
There are some comments by Lorca on that dialogue:
Lorca: “When I was eight years old and playing at my house in Fuente Vaqueros, a little boy peered in the window. He looked like a giant, adn he looked at me with scorn and hatred I will never forget. As he went away he spit at me, adn from far away I heard a voice calling him: “Amargo! Come!” After that the Amargo grew inside me until I could decipher why he looked at me that way, an angel of death and of the despair that keeps the doors of Andalusia. This figure is an obsession in my poetic work. By now I don’t know whether I really saw him or whether he was a napparition or whether I imagined him, or whether he’s been watchign me all these years to strangle me with his bare hands. The first time he appears is in Poem of the Deep Song.”
Not sure I can answer your question.
“Estarse en su sitio" implies to stay in one’s place, to stay put, to mind one’s own business. In "The House of Bernarda Alba" (read it?), for example, Poncia says of women “porque una mujer casada debe estarse en su sitio como Dios manda”. Married women should know their place, stay at home, the way they're supposed to" (literally, "the way God says they should”)
Not really sure what those lines mean. “Rider” (who is bringing death to Amargo) asks Amargo why go to Granada? why go anywhere? Why do anything? We all end up in the same place. A sort of existential, fatalistic moment, no?
Spanish says:
JINETE: Porque si llegas allí, ¿qué haces?
AMARGO: ¿Qué hago?
JINETE: Y si te estás en tu sitio, ¿para qué quieres estar?
AMARGO: ¿Para qué?
JINETE: Yo monto este caballo y vendo cuchillos, pero si no lo hiciera, ¿qué pasaría?
AMARGO: ¿Qué pasaría?
English:
RIDER: Because if you get there [to Granada], what are you doing?
AMARGO: What am I doing?
RIDER: And if you stay put and mind your own business (keep to your proper place), why do you want to be there?
AMARGO: Why?
RIDER: I ride this horse and sell knives, but if I didn’t do it, what would happen?
AMARGO: What would happen?
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