“Faced with the alternative between becoming translators or alcoholic bums, some at least favored the first option.” . . . From Varamo by César Aira trans. Chris Andrews
Abstraction, for Jesús Rafael Soto.
Las acacias dir. Pablo Giorgelli (2011, 82′) If ever a notion of writing formulated while drunk and likely brandishing a firearm sparked a radical change in the way stories are told, it would have to be Hemingway’s ‘iceberg theory.’ In an interview with George Plimpton for The Paris Review, Hemingway describes his approach as a … More fallen, in the forest
Waking dreamscape: first light in San Telmo.
YOU CAN JOIN YOUR HANDS The people say: Dust, Celestial, Sepulchral, and are left calm, mollified, satisfied. But listen to this cricket, to the soft rain of night, of a lunatic existence. Now is the time for it to sing. Now and not tomorrow. Right now. Here. At our side… as if there were nowhere … More readings: Oliverio Girondo
At the Reserva Ecológica Costanera Sur in Buenos Aires. Sunday sloth, street markets, children toddling like ducks. Bicycles. A heat so intense that the smell of these flowers took on a physical form.
It’s no secret that I’m terrible with directions. It takes me an inordinately long time to orient myself in a new city, particularly one not organized around a numbered grid, à la New York. But it was a surprise even to me that I managed to get lost inside a building on my way to … More the road not taken