Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o’er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though … More Nature

A plaçage bibliography without Aslakson or Clark

Here it is. Obviously, I must find out whether any of these people have found any actual plaçage contracts. And be re-familiarize myself with their discussions now that I have been convinced that the practice is a myth. Also, there is a 2011 book, Southscapes, that takes plaçage as real and cites references to it … More A plaçage bibliography without Aslakson or Clark

El son entero

La guitarra … Dejó al borracho en su coche, dejó el cabaret sombrío, donde se muere de frío, noche tras noche, y alzó la cabeza fina, universal y cubana, sin opio, ni mariguana, ni cocaína. … Cógela tú, guitarrero, límpiale de alcohol la boca, y en esa guitarra, toca tu son entero. El son del … More El son entero

On Latin America, (cosmopolitan) vanguard of the nineteenth century

It really was. And I have just ordered Black Cosmopolitanism: Racial Consciousness and Transnational Identity in the Nineteenth-Century Americas and it discusses the Americas — both of them — and Haiti; Frederick Douglass apparently said he was more Haitian than North American, and Afro-Latin Americans were dis-identifying from Blackness so as to join the nation … More On Latin America, (cosmopolitan) vanguard of the nineteenth century

Julio Medem

Here is interesting commentary on Lucía y el sexo which American reviewers seemed to take as Europorn with an all too challenging plot. It is hardly and I have not paid enough attention to Julio Medem. Axé.

Algunos dichos

“El fin del arte es elevar la vida, acentuando su naturaleza de eterno borrador.” “El arte descubre caminos, nunca metas.” “esta esencia horizontante del arte” –C.V., “Salón del otoño,” 1924 Axé.

Scenes of crimes

These people, too, wanted to get away from them, and so did I. One wants to see oneself unmarked, belong to oneself, inhabit oneself. I see where my unquiet comes from. Rushing about like a rabbit, looking for cover. If I arrange things such to have pleasant days with ego in them, then I can … More Scenes of crimes