sábado, 22 de mayo de 2010

Instructions por Neil Gaiman

Neil Gaiman es quizás uno de los mejores autores actuales del genero de fantasía. Combina los mitos, dioses y monstruos de antaño de una forma tan singular y única, humanizándolos con un toque de humor y sarcasmo propio del ser humano, pero sobretodo acercándolos a nuestro presente y dándoles un nuevo aire, una nueva frescura. En sus inicios, se destaca como escritor de comics para Vertigo de DC Comics  donde crea una novela gráfica alucinante llamada The Sandman sobre Morfeo y sus hermanos Los Eternos.  

Su novela American Gods que mezcla distintas mitologías con mitos urbanos estadounidenses y fantasía, ha ganado el premio Nebula, Hugo, Bram Stoker y Locus como novela de terror o fantasía. Como nota curiosa, los creadores de las serie SuperNatural han mencionado que la se han inspirado tanto en American Gods como en The Sadman para darle vida a la serie.

Las obras de Neil ya han incursionado en el cine con The Mirror Mask,  Star Dust protagonizada por Claire Danes y el cuento de terror para niños Coraline .

Hoy quiero dejarle un poema de Neil, llamado Instructions. A final de la página pueden encontrar un video de YouTube con el poema ilustrado y recitado por el autor.

Si a alguien le interesa, el twitter de Neil es @neilhimself . "Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story" dice Niel en este poema. 


Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never
saw before.
Say "please" before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted
front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat
However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.

From the back garden you will be able to see the
wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter's
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

Once through the garden you will be in the
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She
may ask for something;
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle.
Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve
months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December's frost.
Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where
you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-
man will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to
leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.

Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one's lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Remember your name.
Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is
why it will not stand.

When you reach the little house, the place your
journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem
much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate
you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.
And rest.

1 comentario:

  1. En El Tinglado realizaron una actividad para trabajar el inglés con este texto