Jose Manuel Arango

The main job and purpose of this blog is to make unknown artists known. If they are worth it, of course. Based on whose judgement? Ours? Certainly. It is not our goal to teach literary theory or somehow match people's taste. Yet, having admitted how vague is our quality standard, you can trust us strongly.

As you already know, every field of art has it´s mechanisms to choose who is or will never be known by many readers. That´s the just way the system (in a non communist sense) keeps us from asking what it is not so willing to give, for many reasons; a powerful one is the sales that may come from publishing non famous material.

And this is where critics take part: they, through massive media, will let you know how good and sublime is this new book of Christmas recipies, for instance. Or, but this is rare by it's own nature, will make use of their fame and credibility as writers or critics, and guide us mortals towards the glittering and wonderful, though dreary, new manual on fishing basics.

It seems that such system had no time for Jose Manuel Arango, as they spend most of time cleaning the slime that comes out of their mouths when writing lies.

But this blog has plenty of time: we have no economic interest. Until, like Wikipedia, we start asking for funds in exchange of showing the real name of your own country. That´s why I never use Wikipedia as an info source: to proof that the rest of three thousand million humans can survive without giving a petty penny to greedy institutions.

Jose Manuel Arango is a great poet.