Rebellion confesses in Quilca
POSTCARDS 'UNDERGROUND' . The Municipality of Lima has begun remodeling Quilca shred. Avernus, one of the main venues of the artery, will be evicted by the owner of the premises. Your visitors are wondering about the future of this street.
ANTI . Quilca is the rag of the counterculture. Last turn of punks, 'Subway' and metal. Crime it invaded in recent years. Further changes lie ahead. The underworld will say goodbye to their local traditional.
And it happens that we are the pulse of mild insomnia tentaciónel sin kiss without prejudice quieting the abandonohilando the sombrasseparando the unlikelihood of silencio.Joe anécdotade Varsot, poet of the road. One night, a few drinks, Quilca somewhere.
saved an enviable tolerance to survive as nomadic tribes. Only thus can one understand how, after having been evicted from many streets, punks, goths, 'Subway', metal, rock'n'roll singers and fans found themselves without reproach in the shred shelter Quilca. (If do not dance salsa here is because no one puts the disc). Along with them, bohemians and poets unredeemed asphalt created a space to share their voices among glasses of liquor. In another bit of street appropriated the old book stalls, afternoon coffee and roll characters not as 'rolleros': the 'ists' of rebellion. Socialists and Trotskyists. Anarchists and nationalists. Indigenous and union. Intergalactic Alfaomeguistas and communists. Allies and opponents combined and stirred. From hatred to love was very strong. Quilca is proof.
sin Tolerance absurd if there are commonalities. In Quilca attitudes or tastes are not shared or impliedly prohibited: reggaeton and conformity with the status quo. The germ articulator of this rebellious spirit - Herbert says Rodriguez, author of the irreverent murals that have sealed off the block two of this rag - has been the Centro Cultural El Averno, shelter eight years of underground culture, their young writers and their rabid bands.
Quilca But at some point began to receive new visitors. Crime and drugs are huddled in dark corners unprotected. Street 'underground' turned hostile. Not a single policeman on the block, the thefts were punished. Recently, her recovery was announced by the Municipality of Lima. But the good news are never alone. In those days, the landlord appeared where today called The Underworld and local delivery. The order has been accepted, there was nothing. Its director, Jorge Acosta, has confirmed the farewell to his old house.
Avernal A PROTEST Jorge pushes people 25 years ago. Encourage you to do things that sometimes he did not even realize. "I say, you have to do this, you have to do that. And in the midst of my insanity, go with the madness of others," he says. Thus was born the underworld, the center of the counterculture Lima. "People were passing the voice suddenly we had hundreds stuck in the room, everyone wanted to play, everyone wanted speaking, each had its own roll the truth does not know where it came across that spot. "
Quilca Although his arrival was more a fluke than intent, that it was he who founded this center was not a coincidence counter , nor a fit of drunkenness. Jorge appeared in this rag in the mid-eighties, after the eviction of the Beehive. He was 23. Quilca The first block had just become a pedestrian street. organized their records and resumed selling underground music. Over time the offer 'underground' is multiplied in the area. In bombarded with radio 'hits' of the moment, but could hear Quilca lyrics Ramones, Sex Pistols and The Clash: "This is a public service announcement with guitar / Know your rights! have right not to die / kill is a crime / not for a police officer or a Friend of power / You have the right to be heard / You were silent for a long time. "
was so Quilca began to attract attention. And so it went until the nineties, when closed pedestrian section kiosks. Jorge again ran out of place. A search again. And when they found, in block two, an old abandoned house. "Why not? Hands and dismantle and remove all trash from inside" said.
In this trance he became friends with Herbert Rodriguez Huayco artist's collective. They knew only by sight but it was the impetus of the Friends what promised to keep up with what remained of the house and transform it into the underground house scene. And it was. Rock bands do not spread the word commercial. "From time to time we were calling the first concert," says Jorge. Herbert took over the external wall. Bright colors. Courageous strokes. Brushstrokes that speak to today's marginality.
"Here you have touched Leusemia , Mojave, Uchpa , PTK (Kicking your kara). The success is in giving presence to groups that were relegated from other spaces, "says Jorge. Is that why Avernus seem freed space. Nobody forces anybody anything." If you want to play, they make their posters and are responsible for call. The same with the readings and discussion meetings. We only offer them local, "he insists.
tolerance was always the key. For more than the walls and graffiti in the bathrooms codes and messages exhibit called anarchism, hosted and promoted Avernus demonstrations protest against the Fujimori regime. The spirit of discontent was present in the murals Herbert. "This place came about because there was a need for expression by minority youth, so it should not be the only one. Each district should have its own," says Jorge.
In Quilca are not only angry bands and their listeners. It also brings together the street poets. Poets poor rebel flying for some sordid huariques. Why poets have called counterculture. Richi 'Lakra' is one of them. By day the father of two girls and the night, a free poet in search of new poems to be published in the 'fanzine' (Brochure) that goes: "Poets of Asphalt."
This culture 'quilqueña' you are talking about George and Herbert, goes beyond the underground scene and poignant verses of their poets. This wisp resides Queirolo bar with its unique northern ham sandwiches, Boulevard de la Cultura, where the sale of old books is mistaken for pirates, there are the sellers of old magazines and newspaper-inevitable.
Julio Domínguez is canillita and at the same time, the closest historical reference of all the changes it has undergone shred. Fifty of its 77 years has been selling newspapers at the corner of the rag Camaná Quilca, long before even the first block that was converted into a pedestrian. "Before I was more relaxed," says Don Julio. His memory does not sound like complaining. "They are just different times," he insists.
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