Fran Di Benedetto

No lee partituras. Nada nuevo, porque Frank Sinatra tampoco lo hacía. Pero Antonio Martínez Ocasio, “puertorriqueño de calle”, de hogar de clase media y con la mayoría de sus canciones en español, lo superó en reproducciones de Spotify, en seguidores de Instagram y en visualizaciones de YouTube. Era empaquetador de un supermercado cuando se dio a conocer mundialmente con un trap lento bajo el nombre de “Bad Bunny”. “En ese momento estaba horrible en mi vida personal – reveló -. El mundo me veía, pero yo estaba desaparecido”. Sin embargo, marcó su presencia en la escena mundial cuando, en 2018, lanzó su primer álbum de estudio, X 100pre, que le otorgó el Grammy latino por Mejor Álbum de Música Urbana. Desde entonces, los fans no paran de crecer, las premiaciones se siguen contando, e incursiona en el mundo de la moda, del cine y del streaming.  El “posteo” de Instagram donde el reguetonero anunciaba la salida de su primer álbum, junto a la foto que inspiró su nombre artístico. ...

A  más de cuatro años del crimen de los rugbiers Fernando Báez Sosa se compró un helado de palito antes de que un grupo de rugbiers lo matara a patadas.  El asesinato ocurrió el 18 de enero de 2020 en la puerta del boliche Le Brique, en Villa Gesell, tras una discusión entre la víctima (de 18 años) y la patota en el interior del establecimiento. Fueron ocho los victimarios. Los jóvenes tenían entre 18 y 20 años, y sorprendieron al estudiante con un golpe en la nuca que lo dejó en el suelo, y que fue seguido por golpes de puño y patadas. Muchas patadas, y en la cabeza. Sus amigos – con quienes vacacionaba por primera vez sin sus padres – no pudieron ayudarlo porque los atacantes no les dejaban acercarse. Según el examen médico, Fernando falleció a causa de un “paro cardíaco traumático por shock neurogénico producido por múltiples traumatismos de cráneo que generaron hemorragia masiva intercraneana intraparenquimatosa sin fractura ósea”. En su rostro, la huella de una zapatilla....

Pastor  durante la charla en la Universidad Nacional de La Matanza. El periodista Facundo Pastor reveló que hace cinco años tuvo un problema en las cuerdas vocales y que, por eso, su nuevo libro «Isabel» es «sobre el silencio», en el ma rco de una charla por el mes del periodismo, en la Universidad Nacional de La Matanza. «Me pasaba que sentía que Isabel Perón tenía muchas cosas para contar – explicó -, y fui un poco tras ese camino: el silencio de ella, el silencio en que entraba el país el 24 de marzo de 1976, y tal vez algunos silencios míos». Tras provocar risas en su público al contar que fue «abordado por las chicas de medios», quienes querían hacer un «ping pong», el abogado se sinceró: «Me sentiría incómodo diciendo que está muy bueno lo de las redes». «Sería muy necio de mi parte desestimar este medio de comunicación», admitió el conductor, y consideró que «está bueno, es un atajo”, pero aconsejó a los periodistas «buscar otros caminos». El escritor se manifestó también so...

You finished high school. You don’t know what to feel like as you walk home from the mall. You had gone out with your friends because today it was your last class. You had thought you’d have a great time with them, but there is some emptiness in your chest. You don’t know what to feel like. You don’t know what to think as you turn the key and open the door. ‘I’m home,’ you mindlessly say. Everyone was having such a great time that afternoon at the mall, but you sat down, back against the shopwindows, backpack against your chest, looking at your crush having fun with your friends. They were all friends. Were you theirs? You don’t know what to think. You thought of making a song about it. But you don’t know what to sing or play. As you leave your backpack on your floor, you don’t know what senses to feel. Suddenly you remember you have ears, and you listen to the sounds the neighbours make, the music they play, and the brushing against the leaves of the trees. Suddenly you remember...

Análisis de la  Crítica de Howard, el documental sobre el legendario productor y letrista de Disney , en HobbyConsolas, publicado el 07 de agosto de 2020 por Mariló Delgado. Última consulta: 19/06/2022 Leer esta crítica me ayudó mucho a aprender a evaluar una película, o al menos un documental, sin tener que caer en un análisis exhaustivo de los elementos de la historia. Aquí mis notas personales: Las reseñas, sin importar a cuánta objetividad apuntan, nunca están exentas de la subjetividad propia de la naturaleza del texto y de la obra que analizan.  ¿Qué suele incluirse en una reseña? Una breve sinopsis de la película con información general a modo de introducción, el desarrollo del análisis en sí, y una conclusión con la valoración final. ¿Qué analiza esta reseña de la película? La perspectiva (que siempre es crucial en la narrativa, incluso o tal vez más aún de un documental),  qué elementos se destacan en la obra, qué emociones pretende evocar y qué tan bien logrado ...

This year I finally took over the National/Global Poetry Writing Month (GloPoWriMo, hence), inspired by the well-known NaNoWriMo, which I also gave a try last year. The concept, in case you are not familiar with it, is to write a poem a day for April, just like NaNoWriMo challenges you to write a 50.000-word-novel in November. So when you enter the website (which, by the way, does not include an incorporated word counter, contrary to NaNoWriMo's) during April, you’ll find the daily post with featured participants based on their responses to the prompt of the previous day, a recommended poetry journal or magazine, and an optional prompt. Below, you can share your response or read others’. But was it worth it to spend at least half an hour a day writing poetry for a whole month? In my case, and though I do not remember how I got to know about the website and this challenge, last year I was really looking forward to participating – I spent the last few months of the year writing sho...

A farewell cento I have retraced my tongue, tried to taste moments before– Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow The song of thanks and praise Of all things seeds, I have lost judgement The things which I have seen I now can see no more. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.  Wow! I made it through till the end! I can't believe myself :D This cento is made up of lines from Cannoli , The Raven, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood   and   Into the Spider-verse deleted character: Charles Baudelaire Parker, The Loathsome Spiderman .

A curse Sleeping Beauty was once a baby And so was I, Though not a beauty, I also received the gifts of mine One fairy blessed me with A particular, versatile voice Another with a loving younger brother That was yet to be born A third gifted me some talents here and there, And also cared for certain qualities, But the latter, the non-invited, Layed a curse upon my shoulders And thus I quote: "May she live With the silence I set on her lips, A seal from the soul That enclosures the shame Trapped in her mind like A dragon around the tower, A mask on her head And to her heart, a veil." In certain versions of the classic fairytale  Sleeping Beauty , various fairies or witches are invited to a princess’s christening, and bring her gifts. One fairy/witch, however, is not invited, and in revenge for the insult, lays a curse on the princess. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a...

Howard Duplex Yesterday I watched a documental on Howard Ashman's music and life. As I supposed, I ended up really inspired -- I was inspired to grab my notebook and shape up This musical I was working on, which was initially inspired By my mother, who, seeing my sister and I inspired, Singing musicals, she asked us to write (Or maybe challenged us to write) a Christian musical and since then I've been trying but I struggle with what to write about What to write about? What's the audience I aim at? If I wrote for my mother, I would censure myself And by censuring myself, it would be a hypocritical musical And that goes completely against my values and beliefs. Therefore, I questioned my ways and my beliefs just because Yesterday I watched a documental on Howard Ashman's music and life This is the poem I didn't publish yesterday because I couldn't make the collage I wanted for this one -- but here it is! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a “duplex.” A “du...

The shape of an object is poetry (It's supposed to be a door...🤣🤣) Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a concrete poem. Like acrostic poems, concrete poems are a favorite for grade-school writing assignments, so this may not be your first time at the concrete-poem rodeo. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem. 

An epic quest To write a poem is a demanding task, It's like painting a masterpiece -- A work of heart, an extensive journey. Here you set sail to the vast seas, A reckless ship, with not even a map, And you hope to find something  That you can turn into art Or that helps with your craft But, though eagerly you search In vain you may, Or, sometimes, the mindset is not correct And just a change in the winds Is all you need.  There, under the radiant Sun,  The particles reflecting the light And above the shining waters, The land of art is within reach Of the artists that with their hearts search for it.  Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines. 

Aisling Last night in my vision Blessed have been I Who gladly received the visit, There down the traffic lights, Where students wait to cross the streets, And mindlessly fly their eyes, Of Miss Gabriela,  Patroness of schools Having not heard of anyone Who's called our saint patroness, And being my mind so unaware of Its current surroundings, I did not easily give in To her kind voice and tender words Being this patroness the miss she's been She could easily notice my concern for the sanity Which I, finally, may have lost And thus she switched her attitude To that which is fit For a student who's about to leave The school system. This she told me: "Young lady," solemny she pronounced, "I well know you will soon part ways off me And so I am here To wish you the most formal of farewells. You shall not remain under my protection Yet you will be in good hands -- Under the patronage of Professor Phillander." Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem t...

Poetry challenges I like these challenges as a Formula One driver likes an Intensive training day in Abu Dhabi, Middle East. I like writing poetry just as much As my PE professor likes my class. Poor Mariam -- We're Economy students. OK, JK, Poetry is not to me What Mandarine is to a native Spanish speaker. Poetry and writing challenges Are more like the coffee cup That my friend threw away but I still take to school.  Today, I’d like to challenge you to channel your inner gumshoe, and write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. 

Old friend Plain ol' images Lay at The buttom of Memories. Allegedly An old Pal Is their source. Haven't seen him in a while. I can't say We're friends But He Still calls. Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms.