Algo está muriendo

Something is dying. What is getting born? Did something die long ago, and did I simply not recognize it? Was the thing that died real? I think it was the realest thing that ever happened to me, but was it real? Some say not. There is something I don’t want to die and don’t want … More Algo está muriendo

Postman on the intellectual vacuum in which a Trump arises

But television is a speed-of-light medium, a present-centered medium. Its grammar, so to say, permits no access to the past. Everything presented in moving pictures is experienced as happening “now,” which is why we must be told in language that a videotape we are seeing was made months before. Moreover, like its forefather, the telegraph, … More Postman on the intellectual vacuum in which a Trump arises

I will write this

I have been thinking hard about what to do with all my prison material and knowledge and realized, I am not really in a position to increase activism in a truly meaningful way, and/but I should write a series of Atlantic-type (perhaps) articles on what I know. I never feel I know a great deal … More I will write this

No es fácil

I want to say that for 25 years I have been visiting a death row prisoner in Louisiana. This started as an offshoot of some activism — it was never my intention to become sole emotional support for a condemned man — but it has happened. It has been pointed out to me that my … More No es fácil

La psychanalyse

Mais c’est si clair. I feel guilty and nervous about doing work because I know I will be interrupted as soon as I really start. It all had to do with the self serving agenda of others. “Your work is just play, and you will see that relatively soon. Your real role is to serve … More La psychanalyse

A estas horas

Today I submitted an application for the PEN/Heim Translation Prize, in 18,000 words. Pachamama, Pallas Athena, Iansan, old father, all artificers, stand me now in good stead. Axé.