In the small glass box the auctioneer held high lay waiting for me the sacred teeth of none other than Marilyn Monroe.
I suppose that words, timely and arranged in the right order, produce an afterglow. When you read words like that in a book, beautiful words, a powerful but fleeting emotion ensues. And you also know...
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...
I had made the very common mistake of thinking that marriage was a mode of absolute commonality and a breaking down of all boundaries, instead of understanding it simply as a pact between two people w...
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...
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.
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...
Escritor es el que borra...Cortar, podar: encontrar una forma que ya estaba ahíPero las palabras no son plantas y, en todo caso, los jardines son para los poetas de corazón: los de corazón ajardinado....
Er zijn dingen die je alleen maar kunt begrijpen als je ze in retrospectief bekijkt, wanneer er jaren overheen gegaan zijn en het verhaal al is afgelopen. Voordat dat het geval is, en zolang het verha...
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...
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.
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...
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.
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...
It’s strange how concepts can erode so easily, how words we once used lightly can alchemize abruptly into something toxic.
But we weren't going to risk it. I said, focus on your picture, and so you drew a girl figure and wrote Sir Fus In Love, and then said it said Sara Falls In Love. I didn't want to correct your spellin...