Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices

That, if I then had waked after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again. And then, in dreaming,

The clouds methought would open and show riches

Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked

I cried to dream again.

People talk about their grandmother's words. I don't. Mine left without words for me to repeat them as mantras.


My friend often says "mi abuela decía que..." and then she asserts something she takes without hesitation as a truth. Most of the time I don't agree with these words, I find them sexist. I don't think I would have liked her grandmother. But still, I appreciate the fact that my friend can repeat in moments we don't have an answer "mi abuela decía que...", and then we both have an answer even if it often leads me to the opposite direction of her grandmother's words.


I have read Marguerite Yourcenar, Marilynne Robinson, Tony Morrison, Alice Munro, Marguerite Duras and Herta Müller for years. I find in them words that I'm sure my grandmother would have liked me to use to understand the world that didn't understand her.

"The moment you realize you are the jerk" 

"I'm sorry but I'm afraid of you," I told the spider this morning before killing it with a shoe.

Marilynne Robinson on Faith, Capitalism and Democracy

female friendship as a kind of resistance 

Cat Power Be my Boy

Nina Simone - Wild Is The Wind (Original)

Wild is the Wind - David Bowie

Four Women Nina Simone

Arctic Monkeys - When The Sun Goes Down

UNDER THE SKIN Clip 2014 Deutsch

Hoy, yo:

oyó

hoyo

o (tal vez, solo) yo.

Under the skin - harvesting

Under the skin - harvesting

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared 2 - TIME

Cai Guo-Qiang 蔡国强 Official video for Fireworks Event of The Ninth Wave e...

El alma se escapa por la boca en palabras. Pero las palabras
son todavia efluvios del cuerpo, emanaciones, pliegues
ligeros del aire salido de los pulmones y calentado por el
cuerpo.  JL. Nancy

 

ojos alberca

Radiohead - House of Cards - Sub Español

Black Lady Lazarus 

  by Diamond Sharp

Dying is an art and we Black girls do it so well.
Sandra &
Aiyana &
Rekia &
Tanisha &
Yvette &
Miriam &
Shelly &
Darnisha &
Malissa &
Alesia &
Shantel &
Shereese &
Tarika &
Kathryn &
Alberta &
Kendra &
Natasha &
Janisha &
Mya &
Eleanor &
&&&&& 

Bomba Estéreo - Soy Yo (Official Video)

En septiembre, cuando la higuera da higos, me enamoro más de mi casa, que tiene por corazón un jardín. 

Daddy--Read By Sylvia Plath

J-Dilla "Jay love japan" Full Album 2007

Otis Redding "Try A Little Tenderness" Live 1967 (Reelin' In The Years A...

HE VENIDO A PEDIRTE PERDON - JUAN GABRIEL

Timber Timbre - Creep On Creepin' On (FULL ALBUM)

Timber Timbre - Creep On Creepin' On (FULL ALBUM)

Margaret Glaspy - "Love Like This" (Live at WFUV)

La abuela toma la barbilla de la niña con una mano y con la otra empuja en su boca unas bolas oscuras y pesadas. Nadie se opone. Todas presencian el acto con la familiaridad de haber pasado por él. 
La niña camina entre nata de ceniza y no puede escapar, el peso de las semillas con sabor a metal en su estómago la detiene. 

does consciousness work the same for everyone?

"This Bitter Land" - Nas & Erykah Badu (The Land Soundtrack) [HQ Audio]

Actions of Consequence by Lucy Helton from The Anamorphosis Prize on Vimeo.

Red String by Yoshikatsu Fujii from The Anamorphosis Prize on Vimeo.

Wild Pigeon by Carolyn Drake [ Uyghur ]

Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]

Ángel Corona Villa, still from Días de otoño, directed by Roberto Gavaldón, 1962.

from Volume 6 of The Yellow Book "The Mirror" 1895

 From Zelda to Scott Fitzgerald:

el frío día

él, frío día

escribir:

clavar la mano con los dedos abiertos en sacos llenos de frijoles, lentejas, maíz, etc. y tomar un puñado.

The Fugees - Ooh La La La

words bigger than strength 

"That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into." 

J. Safran Foer

The price of a good conversation.
The prize of a good conversation.

We have nothing but our selves to see the world

la balada de la dependencia sexual from Jhonny Tumay on Vimeo.

Ella es agua de lluvia –como su nombre, tan lleno de líneas que caen verticales (is y eles)–. Entra por las rendijas de la casa, por las ventanas abiertas, por los horizontes que se abren entre puertas y pisos. Me dice que desde que llegó a O sus ojos solo ven nubes y a veces las retrata. Luego, me cuenta acerca de un lugar llamado Cara de luna en donde a los cronistas del pueblo se les honra con murales. Yo miro la amplitud de sus ojos y veo un cúmulo de suaves y frías formas, las de aquellas nubes que aún flotan en ellos. 

Nina Simone - Just in Time (Best version of this song)

Gia Ena Tango - Jesse/Celine

I found my lost ring this morning. I had been sad with the idea of it being lost forever. I bought it in Paris, in the Sunday's market on Edgar Quinet, like eight winters ago, my ex-husband was with me (it was the last time we were in Paris together).  An immigrant Moroccan woman who had just arrived to the city sold it to me. It was hers, she had worn it in her tattooed finger all over the way from home, but now she needed more to buy food than carrying a ring. 
This ring (now of mine) has a big red damaged rock on the top. This morning when I found it in one of my unfrequently used bags the sensation was of a very elegant happiness as if I were tasting and smelling the sweetest and juicy red plum on earth. 

Not everything is love, unless we call love to everything, then love is everything. And then everything is love; then love can be anything, and take shapes we don't usually call love and it still is love. Then love and the opposite of love are love but with different sides...
All this made sense in my brain when I was thinking about,  sounded like a cool idea, now I see it as a proof that not everything is a good idea, unless we call good ideas to everything that comes into our minds....

Cada Noche un Amor Ana Maria Gonzalez

Mark Borthwickプロジェクト始動

Annabel (lee) - Believe

Big Mama Thornton Hound Dog 1952 Blues

Screamin Jay Hawkins - I Put A Spell On You

                       

Nostalgia por lo que no es 

No soy la misma cuando siento envidia. Mi sangre se torna negra y camina lenta, espesa por mis venas. Mi vida viene de golpe como freesby que me pega en la nuca. Algo se eleva como lava en mi estómago. 
Pero,
¿qué es la envidia sino un falso espejo perverso y locuaz; una confesión encarnada de los miedos; una ventana a un sitio que no es uno ni es el otro, sino una especie de autocinema que proyecta imágenes nítidas de lo que no es?


 

karmas lentos

people who have everything
people who have nothing
people who think they have nothing
people who think the other has everything

Patti Smith - This Is The Girl (Amy Winehouse Tribute)

Mac DeMarco // "My Kind of Woman" (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

El cielo azul

Él, cielo azul

Lake Street Dive - Mistakes [Official Audio]

Lescop - 'La Foret' (official video)

SONIA LOPEZ - Castigo (Video)

mornings that are synecdoches 

 

The house embodied for him the general blessedness of his life, which was manifest, really indisputable. And which he never failed to acknowledge, especially when it stood over against particular sorrow. Even more frequently after their mother died he spoke of the house as if it were an old wife, beautiful for every comfort it had offered, every grace, through all the long years. It was a beauty that would not be apparent to every eye.  

Marilynne Robinson 

 

People who are mirrors

Amason - Duvan (Audio Only)

Batallones Femeninos en Cero Decibeles - Así era ella

A los bebés, si se les rapa el cabello antes de que cumplan un año, se tardan mucho en poder hablar. Así le pasó a mi papá –recuerda mi tía, su hermana mayor–.  A él lo raparon de bebé y no habló sino hasta que cumplió 5 años. Mi tía es 6 años mayor que mi papá. Se hizo cargo de cuidarlo mientras mi abuela salía a trabajar. Tuvo que esperar 5 años para poder platicar con él; para que sus tardes en casa fueran menos silenciosas.

A los niños, si se les rapa el cabello, les crece más sano y grueso. Aunque esto no siempre funciona. A mi hermano, que en sus primeros años de vida gozaba de una cabellera lacia y abundante, (existen muchas fotografías que lo demuestran), un día decidieron raparlo  (también existen fotografías que lo demuestran) para que le creciera aún más bonito. Nunca le creció igual después de esto. Tampoco él nunca más fue el mismo, se volvió solitario y taciturno. 

En los hombres de mi familia, el cabello y las palabras tienen lazos profundos y misteriosos. 

A las mujeres de mi familia nos gusta creer que al próximo bebé que nazca, si no se le rapa, no se sumirá en el silencio, sino podrá expresar sus sentimientos y pensamientos. 



   

Jusqu' ici tout va bien - La Haine.wmv

"C’est l’histoire d’un homme qui tombe d’un
immeuble de cinquante étages. Le mec, au fur et à mesure de sa chute il
se répète sans cesse pour se rassurer : jusqu’ici tout va bien,
jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien. Mais l'important n’est pas la chute, c’est l’atterrissage."

 

In trust we God 

árboles que son metáforas 

words to be meant to be told, to be sung, to be whispered, to be used as a weapon, to be forgotten, to be repeated, to be kept, to be not told, to be remembered, to be thought about, to be thoughts, to become silence, to be images, to be orders, to be chaos, to be rebel, to be the world, to be secrets, to be all things, to be what we see and what we do not see, to be mystery, to tell us about the black matter, to be responsible for explaining themselves, to be responsible for explaining the universe to us,  to be other things than words, to be what they meant, to mean something different from what they are telling; to be there for our eyes, our ears and fingers; to be feelings, to be sensations, to be odors, to be colors, to explain the colors, to be sounds, to be seen, to be not seen, to be listened, to be the body and its functions, and its organs, and to be the blood and what is in there floating and the live it gives and it carries

"The real technology –behind all of our other technologies– is language".  Norman Fischer

crisálida sin prisa, sin ambición de llegar a ser otra cosa que no es ya 

algodón de azúcar negro 

incienso de violetas: tibia lluvia 

peruse

Thom Yorke - The Present Tense - Le Trianon, Paris, 05-12-2015

Moderat - A New Error (by Xavier Dolan)

Billie Holiday - All of me

miradas que son mant(r)as 

Exposición "Shirin Neshat. Escrito sobre el cuerpo"

miradas que son lluvia de miel

Methyl Ethel - Obscura (Live at Newmarket Studios)

Les Amours Imaginaires (Heartbeats) - party scene

My candle burns at both ends

Canto pal que está despierto - MUERDO - Viento Sur

Radiohead - Daydreaming

Richter, marry me  

 

Painting (2011)

Vi por primera vez el documental sobre Richter en el festival de Tribeca,
iba con mi exnovio. Él, como cineasta, encontró muchas flaquezas en el
filme; yo, como fan de Richter, disfruté cada imagen.   Era una señal de
que lo nuestro no funcionaría. 

Song Dong

Writing Diary with Water, 1996

Scena finale - Der Amerikanische Soldat (Fassbinder, 1970)