Saturday, March 31, 2012

Ten short stories of mystery: Ten Masks of Evil

Review of my last book by John Glass in Yareah magazine
MYSTERY: a different book of a different author. Fresh and different, trying to introduce the reader in the narration and trying to entertain with quick changes of style and atmosphere. Sometimes is humor and sometimes is fear what we feel, but in general mystery and the search of a solution forces us to continue reading, unable to stop this beautiful powerful narration.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Friday, December 9, 2011

My interview about Yareah magazine

Martin Cid.- It is hard to maintain a free magazine. Of course, the good part is that you can publish what you like, without thinking in the economic benefit of this or that article. However, people have to work only for the pleasure of working and sometimes, everybody needs a rest.
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Saturday, November 26, 2011

Rocinante, don Quixote's horse

Rocinante in Madrid
Skinny, emaciated, thin and tired, the good horse is riding to the afterlife. We are in La Mancha, in the middle of the yellow Spain, old country of dreams: where else? Only the voice of centuries can explain what is the meaning of a skinny horse travelling through silent words.
Rocinante does not represent the silly loyalty of an animal following its crazy owner, a knight out of the books of chivalry. Rocinante is the wise traveler who knows that the value of a trip is simply to learn to live and to die, and to achieve the afterlife in appropriate conditions to start again: it is the eternal return.
Cervantes’ main character is Rocinante, because La Mancha is a desert of wheat, don Quixote is the ghost of its questions, Sancho Panza is the sad reality and its goal is to understand the meaning of the existence.
It is not worth rebelling, it is not worth pausing, if it does not learn now, it will learn afterwards.
Martin Cid 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Martin Cid last novel

Martin Cid last novel
A Romantic poet is living his last days in a psychiatric hospital. Shadows and voices appear around him. They belong to the greatest writers: Cervantes speaks clearly but he is envious of the players’ success. Teresa de Jesus writes mystical sentences in her convent but she has luxurious thoughts. James Joyce is the best in spite of his personal vicious. Borges is  avaricious of knowledge and Galdos feels the wrath of mankind…
They are 7 great writers with 7 great sins… with 7 great gifts. In the end, the Muses will overcome this confusion to create a complete world of fiction and reality: are not them a same thing?
More: : ‘Eminescu’s 7 Sins’

Monday, November 14, 2011

Martin Cid My life

Proud ( and excessive) pipe smoker, virulent talker, quasi-abstemious, his spacious presence has had the bad taste to fill the nights in Madrid with puffs for more than ten years.
Writer and author of three novels and an essay, it stays admirer of Jack Daniel’s.

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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Papyrus, by Martin Cid

‘The best papyrus is not that one buried in Alexandria, survivor of fires and extinguished libraries. The best papyrus is that one which is yet to write.’
I still remember when I wrote ‘papyrus’ in Yareah magazine. In July, we dedicated the issue to Avant-Garde authors and I wrote these 8 little papyrus:
1.-  What would a Dadaist author say about Summer? Blue ridiculous, red beach of riding clouds, liquid sun in the interior of my toilet. There are not reasons, not rules, not truths. Bourgeoisie is a cancer, wars are a business and businesses are a grey stomach. I am an outsider who likes clowns, who is a green clown in a pink gallery: buffoonery is the only word, my perfect word.
2.- What would Summer say about Apollinaire? Poetry is that snake which bites its tail.
3.- What would Summer say about Eugene Ionesco? It is always more absurd a season than a character, it is always more real a scenario than my rays, it is always an author behind the curtains. Autumn will come and your plays will be applauded again. “The Bald Singer”, “The Rhinoceros”, “The chairs”… Mr. Winter likes them, the same as Mr. Spring is waiting for me, for my warm absurdity.
4.- What would a Surrealist author say about Summer? I see thousands of ants devouring a giant clock in a yellow desert. Desolated, I walk among nightmares which drive me to my unconscious desires: pleasure, repression, SEX. Maybe I study the superstructure of the world, perhaps I believe in Jung’s ideas or maybe I am a post Freud’s writer. Anyway, I will follow my instincts.
5.- What would Summer say about AndrĂ© Breton? You do not need to be Communist to be an avant-garde writer and you do not need to look into Marx the roots of a Surrealist poem. Everybody will leave you in spite of your leadership, of having been the author of “The Surrealist Manifesto” and of having live in the perfect time for creation.
6.- What would Summer say about Samuel Beckett? Waiting for Spring, I imagined a novel with empty pages and the placid face of a man who is not born. Has Godot arrived? I think he is not in a near theatre, I think he is not in Dublin or New York. The fog is falling over The Sorbonne and the wind is whispering a word that I forgot: God.
7.- What would a Futurist author say about Summer? Time for running, for surfing, for driving my new car..., always enjoying the pleasure of risk, of high speed. Time for living intensively, for thinking in next projects, for feeling my own strength…, always trusting in the future, in the changes. Time for strong people who love the fights of this world, of this jungle of iron and steal…, always bowl secure people.

8.- What would a Symbolist author say about Summer? It is an image of extreme feelings, a good metaphor for torrid loves, for explosions and wars. It is a glass without whiskey, a silent Moon, an impertinent echo…, this friendly prostitute that once said: “I like you”.
It was fantastic to write these little pieces. Now, I am fond of short stories and flash fiction, and I can see this old work with ‘papyrus’ as an essay of my current interests.
To honor my old beloved Yareah magazine, today I have written this flash inspired in these previous works:
What would a Dadaist author say about our recent economical crisis? Ridiculous money, red car of an aggressive man, liquid stock market in the interior of my toilet. There are not reasons, not rules, not truths. Wars are a cancer, a business..., and businesses are a grey stomach. I am an outsider who likes clowns.