Le plaisir du texte: Édouard Glissant
“Soleil de la conscience” des mutations de notre monde…. Qui sait qu’un homme d’une importance considérable pour ses semblables est mort jeudi matin à Paris? Axé.
“Soleil de la conscience” des mutations de notre monde…. Qui sait qu’un homme d’une importance considérable pour ses semblables est mort jeudi matin à Paris? Axé.
“The las’ time I came over to Foché’s ball I got caught in the rain on my way up to my cousin’s house, an’ my dress! J’vous réponds! it was a sight. Li’le mo’, I would miss the ball. As it was, the dress looked like I’d wo’ it weeks without doin’-up.” Axé.
I need help with this. Anyone who would like to, please read and comment. You are also free to use any of my ideas in your own work. Note 1: All readings have to be short and fairly simple, since this particular student population does not have the same level of facility in Spanish that … More Notes toward the Spring 2013 Introduction to the Study of Hispanic Cultures
Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, … More Joan Didion, “On Self-Respect”
On Wednesdays we read for pleasure, and it is a fact that considering my profession I do not read enough new literature or theory, let alone do so for pleasure; it recently occurred to me, however, that reading randomly for pleasure is in fact research although it is too multidirectional to be called “work” in … More Salman Rushdie
This novel will either be so derivative it is dull, or such an interesting metacommentary, it is fascinating. Or perhaps it will be somewhere in between. Anyway, I had gotten tired of Vargas Llosa, but this sounds interesting at least academically. Ya puedes leer un fragmento de la nueva novela de Vargas Llosa El sueño … More From the Casa del Libro: Vargas Llosa
Rayuela [Hopscotch], Julio Cortázar, Chapter 7, complete: I touch your mouth, with one finger I touch the edge of your mouth, I draw it as it if it came out of my hand, as if your mouth was for the first time just barely open, and closing my eyes is enough to undo it and … More Reading for Pleasure Wednesday: RAYUELA
1 I do not now manage my time as I would like to, due to (a) my Reeducation related disability, (b) what my assigned schedule is, and (c) what customs are in this culture. And I tend to be flexible and relaxed, yet structured. But this culture expects almost complete flexibility, at least from women; … More Academic Mondays: Robert Boice?
In the past three weeks I have accomplished too little in terms of visible production. What have I been doing in this hot village? For it is so hot that I find it difficult even to watch whole films, read whole books, or listen to whole albums. I have been reading very short texts. In … More The Open Source Fallacy
It was midday. The crowd filled the streets, coming and going, dispersing or conglomerating, circulating or standing still, pouring down the entrances to the métro like a river of bitumen, assaulting the buses like a cloud of locusts; a crowd trading on each other’s toes, digging its elbows into each other’s ribs, spitting into each … More Des Foules