On change

“Bien regarder, je crois que ça s’apprend.” –Emmanuelle Riva in Hiroshima mon amour. “Change comes first at the societal level, not at the level of the individual. You work to change society, change the relations of production, and this work changes you.” My Marxist boyfriend said this one day in Berkeley during Reagan’s second presidential … More On change

A terrible beauty

It is said you cannot psychoanalyze yourself but I am forced to do it as I have found it to be the best available option. That is why I have this weblog. There were two breakthroughs this week. It is a breakthrough when you find a simple answer. The first was actually one I had … More A terrible beauty

Sur le corps

The March 2006 PMLA (121:2) is one of those I kept, to study, and am no longer because those articles are now available online and: you must clear out bookshelves if you are to see what you have. I kept it because it had articles about the body and corporeality, including one on Descartes and … More Sur le corps

Dreams

There were two, one night after the next, of my mother that I remember having, although the second has faded and I cannot retell it. It was friendly, between both of my parents as well, as was the first. There, they were living in San Francisco and I was visiting. It was a sunny day. … More Dreams

Francisco Boix

Un fotógrafo que después declaró en Nuremberg. Y como si no fuera suficiente, aquí van los últimos andaluces de Mauthausen. Y una más sobre Boix. Y hay más: el último español de Buchenwald, memorias de Elsa Osaba de Mauthausen, Saturnino Navaso, futbolista de Mauthausen. Axé.

Encore des articles

I told you I should have been a conservationist. I kept saying, this is urgent, and you think I should study the history of western civilization and piano playing so I can become a genteel wife? Russia as a moderate fascist state. Actual diversity work. And more diversity work. Betsy de Vos calls discrimination and … More Encore des articles

Some of the ways in which my mother was a good mother

I am in the stage of recognizing that she was not, due to the emotional abuse and its profundity, but here is something really good. My mother came from a relatively racist, classist, and anti-Semitic background and rather than propagate that or deny it, she fought against those sentiments and learned to shed them. This … More Some of the ways in which my mother was a good mother