DE UN CAMINANTE ENFERMO QUE SE ENAMORÓ DONDE FUE HOSPEDADO Descaminado, enfermo, peregrino en tenebrosa noche, con pie incierto la confusión pisando del desierto, voces en vano dio, pasos sin tino. Repetido latir, si no vecino, distinto, oyó de can siempre despierto, y en pastoral albergue mal cubierto piedad halló, si no halló camino. Salió … More Góngora 1594
The abstract. Reading Vallejo against the grain of identity Taking as its point of departure not only the poetic subject in Vallejo as primordially fractured but the intimations in his prose works that like his contemporary Borges (“La nadería de la personalidad,” 1925) he eschewed the idea of a unified self, this presesentation will interrogate … More MLA 2016
Kristeva has that famous title Desire in Language but what about joy in language? Arguedas referred to himself as a “demonio feliz” speaking in Quechua and Castilian. Vallejo is a similarly happy demon, surfing seas of metaphor, watching the dance of words. Logopoeia. This is fun to say but one cannot say it without looking … More Ce matin
The days are bright. I do not remember winter light being so bright here and pale, or there being as much sun. It is colder now for longer, as well. I woke up this morning thinking that I would like to understand Adorno, now because he and Horkheimer (1972) say that “homeland is the state … More Lundi encore
First, more on professors who say we have to be professors, or that they are incapable of being anything else: I always thought this was just lack of imagination and information but is it low self esteem? When I was a child I thought school was my only safe bet as well. We will think … More Geopolitics
I want to buy an external hard disk for all my files, from all the devices, all the jump drives, as an archive: the one Ring to rule them all, as it were. I was going to have that all in the Cloud but this is too unstable. I want to say, as I have … More More on Osorio and life
Is it something like this? Something in an apocalyptic landscape? My piece, which is “killing” me, begins and ends with Nelson Osorio and the avant-garde as a “reajuste cultural a nivel global.” The choice is a clear one. We can continue acting as if tomorrow will be just like yesterday, growing less and less prepared … More On death in Vallejo. On Pyncheon.
This is a mestizo post because it starts with some famous jarana criolla with my old professor Pepe Durand! After that, it offers an article by Charles Hale on the future of Latin American Studies. Then, it just keeps on mixing. ¡Adentro! My Vallejo problem is and always has been a research problem and not … More “y siempre en el sepulcro estaré ardiendo”
When sound is translated into a blow on the nape of the neck, and light into a flash so bright that it actually scorches the skin, when feeling is lost in one disintegrating jar of every nerve and fibre […] the mind, at such moments, is like a compass when the needle has been jolted … More A new kind of synaesthesia
This anthology is so extensive, one might as well assign the complete works. But it is an Austral, so not expensive, and well made unlike some of these. And the introduction is rather good, so perhaps it is something one should in fact have for classes … or give to one’s McNair scholar as a … More Merino’s introduction to his Vallejo anthology
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