It is possible that the tinge suggested by the concatenation of the title I have chosen for this text might strike the reader as obvious—like everything that gets trapped within a discourse. So, I must warn you: though we might get to the same point, this route won’t parade any enemies for stoning, nor fathers | … |

A look at the illustrated book Les Miroirs Profonds, made in 1947 by Henri Matisse. Les Miroirs Profonds is a reduced-size reproduction of the original copy made on lithographic stone and counted with an edition of 950 copies signed by Matisse.                          

In a corner the size of a corn kernel teems the minimal as an enlarged pigeon Luis Enrique Belmonte   Minimal movements arose amidst the psychic maneuvers to sustain the day in a moment of self-absorption and impossibility of verbal articulation; I have thought of this as a structure of wooden sticks that shelters me | … |

A look at Emily Dickinson’s The Gorgeous Nothings, edited by Marta Werner and Jen Bervin for New Directions in 2013.                        

Art will be the revolving door, the language that the soul requires to manifest itself; the means by which we could recover the sense of indissoluble unity between body and spirit, word and object, gesture and reality.

  The idea stems from the artwork, or rather from the assumption that the work of art can stir up things inside. But given that not every work of art produces something in anyone, one must inquire, feel, expose eye and body; submit to the experience of the senses and to chance as well. The | … |

Maybe aesthetics can only deal today with works in uninterrupted progress.   The paintings of Alberto Giacometti seem to privilege a vision at the edge of the unfinished: in principle, it emphasizes a series of lines that, in the work of others, could be interpreted as guides. Whoever observes any of his canvases may imagine | … |

To think about the identity of the images of Caracas seems an exercise still linked to the exaltation of the bucolic: the idealized landscape, the majestic character of the Ávila mountain, the privileged climate, the flight of birds of paradise, all make up the spinal cord of this representation. But is this really the landscape that the city becomes? Why does the urban face of Caracas drown its contemplation?

Introduction   The damned situation with the water everywhere forces me to sit on the coffee table. If I did not think that the water surrounds me like a cancer I could have slept soundly. Virgilio Piñera, La isla en peso.       Our guest to the third delivery of Actos Diversos is Eli | … |

This will be quick, just the way you like your literature, your sex, and your politics—even if you can’t tell one from the other—. Three minutes later there’s too much information, too much thickness; you can’t understand a text but as a photo caption. Three minutes later, the Essequibo must be saved. Three minutes later, you’d like to fast-forward to the cum shot.

By Natasha Tiniacos (Translated by Guillermo Sucre). A desire to establish dialogues with creators is presented in a nearly excessive manner in this new series. Venezuelan poet José Antonio Ramos Sucre responds to Proust’s questionnaire from his eternal estate.

American poet and visual artist Jen Bervin made (which is more than «wrote») this work of poetic recomposition from the sonnets of William Shakespeare. Here we show flashes of the singular beauty of this appropriation exercise, which is meant to be seen, read, and touched (its cover is engraved). Nets is a puzzle for the | … |