Jorge Luis Borges

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Jorge Luis Borges Biography

Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo was an Argentine writer and poet born in Buenos Aires. In 1914, his family moved to Switzerland where he attended school and traveled to Spain. On his return to Argentina in 1921, Borges began publishing his poems and essays in Surrealist literary journals. He also worked as a librarian and public lecturer. Borges was bilingual, speaking both Spanish and English. He was a target of political persecution during the Peron regime.

Due to a hereditary condition, Borges became blind in his late fifties. In 1955, he was appointed director of the National Public Library (Biblioteca Nacional) and professor of Literature at the University of Buenos Aires. In 1961, he came to international attention when he received the first International Publishers' P ...

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April Krygowski 22 August 2007

What are lime beans? Lima, as in the cap of Peru? ? What's with the Spanish comments? I hope this site will remain in English. Does the one comment say that this was not written by Borges? If a comment is in another language, it would be helpful for a translation to be provided. Also is the THATS a typo or a poor translator?

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Jessie Bernabe Cadsawan 19 August 2009

The Moment Where will they be the centuries, where the sleep of swords that the Tartar ones dreamed, where the strong walls that they levelled, where Adán's Tree and another Log? The present is alone. The memory it erects the time. Succession and trick it is the routine of the clock. The year it is not less vain than the vain history. Between the dawn and the night there is an abyss of agonies, of lights, of taken care; the face that looks in the worn-out ones the same is not mirrors of the night. The fleeting today is tenuous and it is eternal; another Sky do not wait, not another Hell. A clear vision of changes.

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Fabrizio Frosini 04 January 2016

Jorge Luis Borges belonged to a notable Argentine family in Buenos Aires who had British ancestors. He learned English before he could speak Spanish. Literature was enrooted in him at an early age when he started reading books from his father’s library and decided to make a career in literature when he grew up. In 1914, Borges travelled to Geneva where he earned a B.A. degree from the Collge de Genve. He travelled more to Majorca and mainland Spain where he joined the Ultraist movement before returning to Buenos Aires in 1921. Upon discovering the beauty of his city with a newfound vision, Borges began writing poems in the city’s praise producing his first publication which was a volume of poems entitled Fervor de Buenos Aires, poemas (1923) . Not looking back, Borges published several more volumes of poems, essays and a biography Evaristo Carriego (1930) .

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Fabrizio Frosini 04 January 2016

Borges then moved on to writing fiction publishing Historia universal de la infamia in 1935. In 1938, he was appointed at a key post in the Buenos Aires library where he would spend nine years, never happy or satisfied with the work he had to do. In 1978 Borges encountered a severe head injury which affected his speech. He lived for eight more years, losing the battle of life on June 14,1986 in Geneva, Switzerland. The eight years before his death proved to be the most productive in terms of Borges’ literary career. He wrote his best stories, later collected in Ficciones and a volume of English translations The Aleph and Other Stories (1933–69) . Borges also wrote some detective stories in collaboration with another writer under the pseudonym H. Bustos Domecq. The detective stories entitled 'Seis problemas para Don Isidro Parodi' were published in 1942.

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Fabrizio Frosini 04 December 2015

Los Borges Nada o muy poco sé de mis mayores portugueses, los Borges: vaga gente que prosigue en mi carne, oscuramente, sus hábitos, rigores y temores. Tenues como si nunca hubieran sido y ajenos a los trámites del arte, indescifrablemente forman parte del tiempo, de la tierra y del olvido. Mejor así. Cumplida la faena, son Portugal, son la famosa gente que forzó las murallas del Oriente y se dio al mar y al otro mar de arena. Son el rey que en el místico desierto se perdió y el que jura que no ha muerto.

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West Phalen 26 March 2013

Laberinto No habrá nunca una puerta. Estás adentro y el alcázar abarca el universo y no tiene ni anverso ni reverso ni externo muro ni secreto centro. No esperes que el rigor de tu camino que tercamente se birufca en otro, que tercamente se bifurca en otro, tendrá fin. Es de hierro tu destino como tu juez. No aguardes la embestida del toro que es un hombre y cuya extraña forma plural da horror a la maraña de interminable piedra entretejida. No existe. Nada esperes. Ni siquiera en el negro crepúsculo la fiera. JLB (Elogio de la sombra) .

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Agustin Navarro 06 November 2011 favorite poem related to the enjoyment of life...the original Spanish version is superb! ! It is one of the best jewels of philosophical poetry...a wonderful and practical lesson for all... Agustin Navarro

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The Best Poem Of Jorge Luis Borges


If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,
- to make more mistakes,
I won't try to be so perfect,
I'll be more relaxed,
I'll be more full - than I am now,
In fact, I'll take fewer things seriously,
I'll be less hygenic,
I'll take more risks,
I'll take more trips,
I'll watch more sunsets,
I'll climb more mountains,
I'll swim more rivers,
I'll go to more places - I've never been,
I'll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,
I'll have more real problems - and less imaginary
I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives -
each minute of his life,
Offcourse that I had moments of joy - but,
if I could go back I'll try to have only good moments,

If you don't know - thats what life is made of,
Don't lose the now!

I was one of those who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
and without an umberella and without a parachute,

If I could live again - I will travel light,
If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet
at the beginning of spring till
the end of autumn,
I'll ride more carts,
I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
If I have the life to live - but now I am 85,
- and I know that I am dying ...

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Jorge Luis Borges Quotes

11 November 2014

The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

11 November 2014

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

11 November 2014

The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.

11 November 2014

Art always opts for the individual, the concrete; art is not Platonic.

11 November 2014

Every writer "creates" his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

11 November 2014

The fact is that all writers create their precursors. Their work modifies our conception of the past, just as it is bound to modify the future.

11 November 2014

The central problem of novel-writing is causality.

11 November 2014

In the course of a life devoted less to living than to reading, I have verified many times that literary intentions and theories are nothing more than stimuli and that the final work usually ignores or even contradicts them.

11 November 2014

Universal history is the history of a few metaphors.

11 November 2014

Perhaps universal history is the history of the diverse intonation of some metaphors.

11 November 2014

Reading ... is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.

11 November 2014

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

11 November 2014

Life itself is a quotation.

11 November 2014

In the order of literature, as in others, there is no act that is not the coronation of an infinite series of causes and the source of an infinite series of effects.

11 November 2014

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

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