Something changed in the world. Not too long ago, it changed, and we know it. We don't know how to explain it yet, but I think we all can feel it, somewhere deep in our gut or in our brain circuits. W...
But this face, my face, like all faces, is not only a collection of traces- it's also the first draft of a future face... In my young face I instinctively read a first wrinkle of doubt, a first smile...
Mouths open to the sun, they sleep.
Everyone says they're empty. Everyone says – vast and flat. Everyone – mesmerizing. Nabokov probably said somewhere – indomitable. But no one had ever told use about the highway storms once you reach...
Algunos periódicos anuncian la llegada de los niños indocumentados como se anunciaría una plaga bíblica: ¡Cuidado! ¡Las langostas! Cubrirán la faz de la tierra hasta que no quede exento ni un milímetr...
He said he was interested in Chief Cochise, Geronimo, and the Chiricahuas, because they’d been the last Apache leaders—moral, political, military—of the last free peoples on the American continent, th...
Algunos han comparado la experiencia de este primer aprendizaje con el éxtasis de un demiurgo que produce un universo, nombrándolo.
A pesar de que nada debe ni puede ser tomado a la ligera cuando pides permiso para vivir en un país que no es el tuyo, pues estás siempre en una posición vulnerable, y más aún tratándose de Estados Un...
Line of an Ezra Pound poem I’ve never quite understood or remembered the title of: Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea.
Perhaps the right word is recognition, in the sense of re-cognizing, knowing again, for a second or third time, like an echo of a knowledge, which brings acknowledgment, and possibly forgiveness.
It’s strange how concepts can erode so easily, how words we once used lightly can alchemize abruptly into something toxic.
Conversations, in a family, become linguistic archaeology. They build the world we share, layer it in a palimpsest, give meaning to our present and future. The question is, when, in the future, we dig...
A mi no me afligen esa clase de preocupaciones porque nunca tuve cualidades efímeras. Yo solo tengo de las permanentes.
Stopped acting as if I was privileged enough to worry about corporate ethics, and signed the contract
They weren’t looking for the American Dream, as the narrative usually goes. The children were merely looking for a way out of their daily nightmare.
She wrote somewhere that photographs create their own memories, and supplant the past. In her pictures there isn’t nostalgia for the fleeting moment, captured by chance with a camera. Rather, there’s...
Por supuesto hay muchas muertes a lo largo de una vida. La mayoría de las personas no se dan cuenta. Creen que se mueren una vez y ya. Pero basta con poner un poco de atención para darse cuenta de que...
Our mother teach us to speak, and the world teaches us to shut up.
New families, like young nations after violent wars of independence or social revolutions, perhaps need to anchor their beginnings in a symbolic moment and nail that instant in time. That night was ou...
My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word.