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
“We had you, but it was with doubts and then, misgivings.” “We cannot easily afford you, and we also know you are scheming to get our money.” “You are perfect.” “We do not believe you can be competent.” “You are the most intelligent person in the world.” “We love you because we have to, but … More Some of Their Themes in Those Days
It was a refusal of ventriloquism. One could say it was Didion’s “failure of nerves.” It also coincided, alas, with Reeducation’s distortions, Reeducation’s idea that nerves should fail. But far more fundamentally it was a refusal of ventriloquism. My attempt to interpret it as a “failure of nerves” in the sense of that senseless Reeducated … More Definitivamente
It is brilliantly sunny here, and cool and beautiful. The telephone rang, which it almost never does now since we e-mail and leave messages on cellular telephones. I was instantly transported to the twentieth century and indeed, it was a twentieth century person calling me — my yard man. He was at the plant store … More Neiges d’antan
It is the weekend, so we are singing! The Cuban son is the rhythm of life. Axé.
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
All literature is foreign somehow, and all foreign literature, or literature written in foreign languages, and literature from other eras, is more foreign. The feeling of being in a struggle with someone else for — you, over you. The feeling of having to explain yourself, again and again. The feeling of having to explain really … More And So
I have an advertiser at $200 per annum who reminds me that I cannot stop posting. This means each post, at one post a day, is worth approximately $0.55 USD. I feel like Virginia Woolf, commenting on the economy of a small college for women in Three Guineas, or like Thackeray and other writers who … More Bound to the Masthead, or, Honorarium Slavery
In a small amount of olive oil: + all leftover arugula, which was enough for a salad + all basil threatening to wilt, which was a great deal + large amounts of garlic + several sweet and several hot peppers, as for gulasch + two small eggplants, one green and one purple, sliced + a … More Arugula in Stir Fry
The weather has been endlessly beautiful, and I have not taken advantage of it, but I have noticed it most acutely, and it is the weekend, and we must sing. Axé.
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