Mario Benedetti
Mario Benedetti
Mario Orlando Hardy Hamlet Brenno Benedetti Farrugia; 14 September 1920 – 17 May 2009), known as Mario Benedetti, was an Uruguayan journalist, novelist, and poet as well as being an integral member of the Generación del 45. In spite of publishing more than 80 books and being published in twenty languages he was not well known in the English-speaking world, but in the Spanish-speaking world he was considered one of Latin America's most important writers from the latter half of...
NationalityUruguayan
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth14 September 1920
CountryUruguay
An intellectual's weapon is writing, but sometimes people react as if it were a firearm. A writer can do a lot to change the situation, but as far as I know, no dictatorship has fallen because of a sonnet.
I think the only positive thing that came from Uruguay's dictatorship was the spread of Montevideo natives around the world, and I continued writing about them from my various places of exile.
I believe life is a parenthesis between two nothings. I'm an atheist. I believe in a personal God, which is conscience, and that's what we must be accountable to every day.
Generosity is the only legitimate selfishness.
An intellectuals weapon is writing, but sometimes people react as if it were a firearm. A writer can do a lot to change the situation, but as far as I know, no dictatorship has fallen because of a sonnet.
I think the only positive thing that came from Uruguays dictatorship was the spread of Montevideo natives around the world, and I continued writing about them from my various places of exile.
The real influence on my work was reality, that of my country and Latin America in general.
I do not write for the reader to come, but for him who is here, short of reading the text on my shoulder.
My first two books did nada. I ended up paying the publishers.
When I have worries, fears or a love affair, I have the luck of being able to transform it into a poem.
We are born sad and we die sad, but meanwhile we love bodies whose sad beauty is a miracle.
After all Death is a Symbol that there was Life.
Perfection is a polished collection of errors.
Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.