Monthly Archives: November 2014

Sur l’écriture

See this, and consider it.

#OccupyHE

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Algunos dichos

“El fin del arte es elevar la vida, acentuando su naturaleza de eterno borrador.”

“El arte descubre caminos, nunca metas.”

“esta esencia horizontante del arte”

–C.V., “Salón del otoño,” 1924

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The Philosopher’s Mail

We should watch all of these films.

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Trois jours de santé

For the next three days I will work on this project and remain rational in it, no matter who I talk to or how scary that is. I will put myself first — and putting this first IS putting myself first.

For my present purposes anyone else’s irrationality is irrationality of my own that they are mirroring, and that I can talk to. I may need to talk about some difficulties I am having, without fear.

Footnote: I think Reeducation was designed for people in crisis, who were paralyzed and had nothing to do. That is why it had so many homework assignments. I do not think I actually needed them. Also: even for criminals I am not sure the daily examination of faults is quite the answer.

In any case, rejecting these ideas in ever more definitive ways is one of the things I must do to regain enough confidence to finish longer projects. There is so much I leave halfway through, not because of “poor time management” or anything mundane like that but because something new comes to shake my foundation.

This is why I am sure those people who say in their prologues that without backing and kind support, their project would never have been finished, speak truthfully.

For the next three days I will work on this project and remain rational in it, no matter who I talk to or how scary that is. I will put myself first — and putting this first IS putting myself first.

 

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Scenes of crimes

These people, too, wanted to get away from them, and so did I. One wants to see oneself unmarked, belong to oneself, inhabit oneself.

I see where my unquiet comes from. Rushing about like a rabbit, looking for cover. If I arrange things such to have pleasant days with ego in them, then I can think clearly. It is magic. It is simple, but it became hard to do for a long time.

Mantener la calma y desenredar texto, as it is said.

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Sabás

Yo vi a Sabás, el negro sin veneno,
pedir su pan de puerta en puerta.
¿Por qué, Sabás, la mano abierta?
(Este Sabás es un negro bueno.)
Aunque te den el pan, el pan es poco,
y menos ese pan de puerta en puerta.
¿Por qué, Sabás, la mano abierta?
(Este Sabás es un negro loco.)
Yo vi a Sabás, el negro hirsuto,
pedir por Dios para su muerta.
¿Por qué, Sabás, la mano abierta?
(Este Sabás es un negro bruto.)
Coge tu pan, pero no lo pidas;
coge tu luz, coge tu esperanza cierta
como a un caballo por las bridas.
Plántate en medio de la puerta,
pero no con la mano abierta,
ni con tu cordura de loco:
aunque te den el pan, el pan es poco,
y menos ese pan de puerta en puerta.
¡Caramba, Sabás, que no se diga!
¡Sujétate los pantalones,
y mira a ver si te las compones
para educarte la barriga!
La muerte, a veces, es buena amiga,
y el no comer, cuando es preciso
para comer, el pan sumiso,
tiene belleza. El cielo abriga.
El sol calienta. Es blando el piso
del portal. Espera un poco,
afirma el paso irresoluto
y afloja más el freno…
¡Caramba, Sabás, no seas tan loco!
¡Sabás, no seas tan bruto,
ni tan bueno!

–Nicolás Guillén, from West Indies, Ltd. (1934)

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Le ménu

I had not actually shopped, but came up with this:

Red beans and rice with tasso
Keta salmon sautéed in olive oil
Purple and red potato salad vinaigrette with Creole mustard
White potato salad in mayonnaise and yoghurt with celery and eggs
Smothered cabbage
Green beans
Corn bread
Lemonade from our trees

That is a lot to make but you can do it easily if you are relaxed. The red beans came out well, which they often do not for me. It is a question of using more water than I imagine I will need, and cooking them very slowly. The other secret is that they need fat and salt — more than you really want to know. Some of this comes from olive oil, and some from meat.

All of this was made in cast iron and served in earthenware that I had made over the years.

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