The Luminous Excercise*
Sometimes I tell a story because I cannot move.
But the truth is I like to go back on things that paralyze me. The other day I read some Auden verses on Twitter: And ghosts must do again / What gives them pain. And I laughed. Besides, one always wants to feel special by believing one has anything in common with English poets, which I don’t know whether is literary love or endogenous racism.
Failed Lesson in Inmunology
I’m afraid of bacteria. The burgeoning humanitarian crisis has perfected the childish fear of my adulthood. Bacteria are the antagonistic terrain where I become aware that the others are a legendary threat, and where my own body operates through sibylline reasons that do not always flow in my favor.
Regarding El Jodido Libro de la Muerte
The universe expands and is born out of friendship. Whoever doesn’t understand this, does not understand the dark sympathy of the universe. The sympathy that moves everything internally is continuously the intuition of friendship. Whoever understands this—let us insist—opens up the universe with a strike of light. Under this perspective, all the sacred books sentence | … |