Non Random Bullets

All of these things are interrelated and if I had time I would explain to myself how, writing a nice little essay. Instead I will only put them together in the same post. 1. The key issue in Reeducation was the invalidation. You are not valid, your past is not valid, your present is not … More Non Random Bullets

Corazonada

If you had followed me on Twitter today – and I do not “Tweet,” although I do “Facebook” – you would have seen that I: prepared class, gave class, prepared class, gave class, met with students, met with faculty, and did paperwork. All of this took 11 straight hours during which I ate 1/2 of … More Corazonada

Oneiric

A. I dreamed and woke up with a three paragraph poem about this in my head, with interesting characters and good images, but it is gone and I do not have time to reconstruct it. Some practical thoughts learned from the poem, about abusive relationships. This is more or less how they proceed: 1. You … More Oneiric

Visceral Whitemen

When I first arrived in Bahia I was picked up at the airport by a chauffeur driven Chevette and taken to the house, which turned out to have mango trees and a broad porch with large white columns. On the porch stage center was a matron Velasquez could have painted, holding a small dog, standing … More Visceral Whitemen

Fare Thee Well

This is the last day to vote early in Louisiana, so those of you who wish to vote early, should. And then there is only one week left of Bush-consciousness, one hopes, because next Tuesday evening we expect to bid it farewell. * Every October we sing Dink’s Song. Here it is with its first … More Fare Thee Well

Those Big, Bright, Gumdrop Unicorns, or New Assistant Professors

Dear Gumdrop Unicorns, When you tell me that if our department has not, within three years, accomplished the things you would like it to accomplish, you will go on the market, all I can really think of to say is start now. If what you want done is to be accomplished in five years, concrete … More Those Big, Bright, Gumdrop Unicorns, or New Assistant Professors

Chola soy, y no me compadezcan. Jacques Derrida. Paroles en liberté

Now I am writing a pre-piece of my new book and trying not to ignite my usual set of literary academic writing reactions, having to do with wishing I had always been doing more of this, and also wishing that when I decided I preferred to move on from it that I had honored my … More Chola soy, y no me compadezcan. Jacques Derrida. Paroles en liberté