viernes, 27 de mayo de 2011


No es un problema orgánico. Dentro del carapacho se escuchan las burbujas de la bomba del calentador solar. Truenos en la distancia. Llega el vapor del oeste, del Golfo de México. La piscina, ahora en sombra, tibia. Nadar.

viernes, 20 de mayo de 2011


En Finnegans Wake se entra en el río y se nada y arrastra todo igual rumbo abajo con su corriente.

martes, 17 de mayo de 2011

lunes, 16 de mayo de 2011


After fifty-one years in the country I've learned to love hot dogs, the Constitution and Budweiser beer.


Server: Would you like a cocktail?

Varda: Yes. I'll have a Campari, neat.

...  time ...

Server: No Campari. Sorry, sir.

Varda: Then sweet and dry vermouth, half-half, mit ice.

(From the interrogation of Octavio Varda. The interviewer reads from notes taken during the interrogation of the server.)


The engineer explained how walking on both sides of the steel sheet changed how you felt the space then he understood what Finnegans Wake was all about and why the re-reading of Don Quijote could wait or be cancelled.  Then he created his own narrative.