tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52163851069221260942024-03-14T00:57:12.439-07:00maria del valle rubio ACTOS Y PREMIOSMaría del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-66241451146719692302011-09-30T17:15:00.000-07:002011-09-30T17:15:17.515-07:00POEMA DE "EL TIEMPO INSOBORNABLE"<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><a href="" name="_Toc57611218"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">LA muerte no, tus ojos. Medicina final que alivie</span></a><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">en la última hora. Sosiego de una tarde emparrada</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">de nubes. Jolgorio de los pájaros que sostienen la bóveda</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">y el crepúsculo gris, atemperado, caído sobre el gozne</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">del último silencio. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Porque sería morir sin tu mirada, no haber vivido nunca</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">y nada sería suficiente.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Mas el extraño goce de toda la inconsciencia</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">no sería capaz de dibujar tus labios, la lenta cercanía</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">del espacio del beso, la justa equivalencia de la boca</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">que muerde la otra boca, mi destino y tu risa,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">el viento que me lleve hasta tu muerte,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">entre la densa sombra del ciprés donde la espera</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">no tiene otra esperanza sino la muerte mutua.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Y aunque el mármol me aplaste la cuenca de los ojos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">yo seguiré buscando tu mirada.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Y, después, no seremos ni claridad ni mano,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">ni refugio del uno para el otro, tan sólo leve soplo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">en la arena, que elevará su vuelo hacia otras regiones</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt -9.05pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">donde la luz no habita.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-18615589536515183972011-09-30T17:06:00.000-07:002011-09-30T17:06:09.753-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">BEÑO: «El tiempo insobornable, de María del Valle Rubio». ...versículos </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">encendidos como hogueras del alma». en Manxa, 49 (1990), 39-40.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fernando RODRÍGUEZ-IZQUIERDO: «El tiempo insobornable, de María </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Del Valle Rubio», ...Como Proust, la autora rebusca el tiempo perdido, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">sin sentir tormento alguno por su pérdida. Como Horacio, lanza su «carpe </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">diem». Como Quevedo piensa que amará más allá de la muerte. Como </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Shakespeare en Hamlet, se debate en su «latente forcejeo: ser o no ser...»</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Es un sano existencialismo, en Valor de la palabra, 23 (1990), 38.</span></span></span></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-17027390119322528382011-09-30T17:02:00.000-07:002011-09-30T17:02:14.364-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>El tiempo insobornable</i>, libro con el que obtiene el premio ‘Bahía’ en el año 1988</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5216385106922126094#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"><span style="font-size: large;">[1]</span></span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. Inscrito en la línea conductiva de lo sorprendente y lo mítico, los sentimientos de Valle Rubio fluyen libres y entramados en la fertilidad de los versículos, encendidos como hogueras del alma, avivando metáforas, confiriendo al lenguaje un inusitado protagonismo, proclive a reforzar el jubiloso desgaste del amor y su reconstrucción sobre el naufragio. Desde su condición de mujer, con severa armonía, Rubio se proclama partícipe y testigo de una época en que la feminidad alcanza rango inalienable</span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></div><div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><br clear="all" /><hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5216385106922126094#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">[1]</span></span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> M.ª del Valle <span style="text-transform: uppercase;">Rubio, </span><i>El tiempo insobornable</i>. Algeciras, Col. Bahía, 1990. </span></div></div><div id="ftn2" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5216385106922126094#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">[2]</span></span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> <i>Vid</i>. <span style="text-transform: uppercase;">beño</span>, “<i>El tiempo insobornable</i>”, en <i>Manxa</i>, 49 (1990), 39-40; y Fernando <span style="text-transform: uppercase;">Rodríguez-Izquierdo</span>, “<i>El tiempo insobornable</i>”, en <i>Valor de la palabra</i>,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>23 (1990), 38. </span></div></div></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-53935243265472939262011-09-30T16:58:00.001-07:002011-09-30T16:58:00.267-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjgkyub2HwzbnIFevr64T1WZ3VGV8cfbSS16a2hcm075BN494SwHcLaepRy5lV-ggTxZk0FnVwxMCIleL8F8r6JgS96Yjh9hZhCqP0s4aB1cJ46h2_SbdM1CIRPRmMx4eYe6Y35-_33I/s1600/005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjgkyub2HwzbnIFevr64T1WZ3VGV8cfbSS16a2hcm075BN494SwHcLaepRy5lV-ggTxZk0FnVwxMCIleL8F8r6JgS96Yjh9hZhCqP0s4aB1cJ46h2_SbdM1CIRPRmMx4eYe6Y35-_33I/s640/005.jpg" width="448" /></a></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-66514437883290051662011-09-30T16:55:00.001-07:002011-09-30T16:55:59.822-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGWwkjTZa5fOd2WnLTCmlfwpiyQkOQoa6PV_A2C-D1KAFguMIHJSPKI4FsAuRp-LUfDQyu7m_3ej6Ol5LhPEBifPyK2O0TvQOIYvyVryPlR-cNpeHXzA4gAHOn2WF59rErNL3qMGId3o/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGWwkjTZa5fOd2WnLTCmlfwpiyQkOQoa6PV_A2C-D1KAFguMIHJSPKI4FsAuRp-LUfDQyu7m_3ej6Ol5LhPEBifPyK2O0TvQOIYvyVryPlR-cNpeHXzA4gAHOn2WF59rErNL3qMGId3o/s640/006.jpg" width="496" /></a></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-9178972714845237892011-09-30T15:46:00.001-07:002011-09-30T15:46:37.115-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;">PREMIO <em>"JOSÉ LUIS NÚÑEZ DE POESÍA"</em> 1986</span>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-51429064696440377372011-09-30T07:38:00.001-07:002011-09-30T07:38:21.032-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsU7eUcA8OMabLiSVpnLcdkCml_-KoQZRWIyyrWIewQvEI6cWLmmAKlK489h_XLsQceUqrB5TFOsrZw1chno54b6lYQfRmuXTuu6HpYfWdE3auY6FXdJkAKUfFze_Nu0E5Ta7j2XC37A/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsU7eUcA8OMabLiSVpnLcdkCml_-KoQZRWIyyrWIewQvEI6cWLmmAKlK489h_XLsQceUqrB5TFOsrZw1chno54b6lYQfRmuXTuu6HpYfWdE3auY6FXdJkAKUfFze_Nu0E5Ta7j2XC37A/s640/001.jpg" width="464" /></a></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-12032652559174643372011-09-30T07:11:00.000-07:002011-09-30T07:11:45.804-07:00<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"><em>Clamor de travesía</em></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">, libro que logra en 1986 el Premio ‘José Luis Núñez’, apunta a la desgarradora experiencia del tiempo, eje crucial de la poesía de Rubio, tintada con el acento personal que confiere a todo lo que escribe; aleación perturbadora de júbilo y agonía, de execración e himno, de ostracismo y solidaridad.</span> </span><br />
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<div style="mso-element: footnote-list;"><br clear="all" /><span style="font-size: large;"><hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /></span><div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"> M.ª del Valle <span style="text-transform: uppercase;">Rubio, </span><i>Clamor de travesía. </i>Sevilla, Col. Aldebarán, 1986.</span></span></div></div></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-19456062726895537402011-09-30T07:01:00.001-07:002011-09-30T07:01:55.740-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzHhkh6pxKMYSiytk5EPuzON25dHBQ3Cs3ViQypPXEeHUYmKr9XL4a0fga8nZEpu67EM1qDsZkrvzm6N2Q_1al-zVmqR010qtlZi9SlT-R93PWjRGAn183j8npYo97azqWuK_cu14mCU/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzHhkh6pxKMYSiytk5EPuzON25dHBQ3Cs3ViQypPXEeHUYmKr9XL4a0fga8nZEpu67EM1qDsZkrvzm6N2Q_1al-zVmqR010qtlZi9SlT-R93PWjRGAn183j8npYo97azqWuK_cu14mCU/s640/003.jpg" width="396" /></a></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-45261021161613329742011-09-30T06:59:00.001-07:002011-09-30T06:59:14.000-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6YhpF8enUdwa0qPo_S_YYEn_0QjjNJliznHr_rlSI05QDvFxNt2J1LF3XBqSfaTk-OwpI_JuhTegnsOVt6B5GM_g3piNrEUDWCGszp4KYlTgGLIpbD5HThOMlBzXeFX3w0A1KNigBes/s1600/PREMIO+BARRO+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6YhpF8enUdwa0qPo_S_YYEn_0QjjNJliznHr_rlSI05QDvFxNt2J1LF3XBqSfaTk-OwpI_JuhTegnsOVt6B5GM_g3piNrEUDWCGszp4KYlTgGLIpbD5HThOMlBzXeFX3w0A1KNigBes/s640/PREMIO+BARRO+001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-79953760512375063192011-08-22T06:07:00.001-07:002011-08-22T06:07:47.534-07:00 <span style="font-size: x-large;"> PREMIO <em>BARRO</em> DE POESÍA 1982</span>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-74062701629704684592011-08-22T06:06:00.000-07:002011-08-22T06:06:03.256-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Juan de Dios RUIZ-COPETE: «<em><strong>Residencia de olvido</strong></em>, de María del Valle </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rubio». (...) un existir poéticamente intenso, cuajado de polivalencias que </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">deja trasparecer una poesía auténtica y bellísima.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;"> «Panorama poético de </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman; mso-bidi-font-family: Times-Roman;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sevilla». Sevilla», Barro [Col. Vasija, ensayo, n. 20], 1983, 60.</span></span></span></div>María del Valle Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17998563603343368789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216385106922126094.post-68998954996026759122011-08-21T07:00:00.000-07:002011-08-21T07:00:35.491-07:00Drop Box<a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right" href="http://goo.gl/photos/v2SbPAOKRC" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D9n0ZdsEYfI/TlEN9jHjPyI/AAAAAAAADUo/mjBv9dVetNw/s512/PICASA.jpg" /></a>
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