One of the more exhausting aspects of having my mother die is having to explain again and again to people that my father is not moving to Central Time, and justifying that. He likes it where he lives and prefers living in his town over moving to unknown and uncomfortable towns just because his children … More Coldhearted 2
He almorzado solo ahora, y no he tenido madre, ni súplica, ni sírvete, ni agua, ni padre que, en el facundo ofertorio de los choclos, pregunte para su tardanza de imagen, por los broches mayores del sonido. Cómo iba yo a almorzar. Cómo me iba a servir de tales platos distantes esas cosas, cuando habráse … More Trilce XXVIII
Axé.
In the first place, it is not necessarily easy to get the deceased’s eyes closed. The eyelids resist. In the second place, I had been informed one should sing for the dying. This seemed to work but I did not have songs prepared ahead, so we had Corrocloclo and a traditional nana. Yo no siento … More On death: a field report.
Axé.
Hoy ha muerto alguien y le he cerrado los ojos. All things be in God. Axé.
99. The cognitive dissonance. You must believe you have a certain life, and you must produce what you could produce if you had it, while actually living another and producing things from that life (which you must hide if you wish to get ahead, because in the land of Ahead, worthy people have not had … More …reasons 99 and 1001 to leave academia
People say we are in the best profession because we have the most autonomy and my difficulty here is the cognitive dissonance: one is said to have autonomy, but this means in practice only that one has no support … and one is in fact working under a regime of total control. A student writes: … More That most wonderful profession
I love L.A. Why is it the only place, or one of the few places whose flaws and foibles I also like? Axé.
SI solamente me tocaras el corazón, si solamente pusieras tu boca en mi corazón, tu fina boca, tus dientes, si pusieras tu lengua como una flecha roja allí donde mi corazón polvoriento golpea, si soplaras en mi corazón, cerca del mar, llorando, sonaría con un ruido oscuro, con sonido de ruedas de tren con sueño, … More Barcarola
