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Those Absurd Notes
Alguien adentro de una situación cotidiana se convierte en mariposa. 1 The hand breathes its innate rhythm, and the eye watches it, its gaze gliding across paper. 2 A fistful of forms, shawls unfurled without beginning or end, slender jacket topped with braids, seams turned inside out, exposed, hastily sewn and unfinished. A sumptuous addition to garbage art, a nascent disarmament workshop, a chapter of blood yielded in question and blow, a series of clusters, anonymous, worn, fortuitous. Stairs collapsing downwind, into deafness, into soft forms, to hear nothing, act as if nothing, that it would rain and eternally, to cross the line, unhinge, move against the tide.
Notes from a Journey
A traffic jam in La Paz is the very image of chaos: thousands of cars, buses, and tnicks bumping into each other as they move forward in slow motion, their fierce competition for space leaving unlikely channels through which hundreds of children and adults dash, risking their necks to cross the street - and in all that contained violence which lasts for hours no one exchanges a shout or an insult. Santiago's Paseo Ahumada (Smoky Walk) is the center, the pedestrian street that borders Chile's \"City\" or Wall Street, where hundreds of beggars and street vendors, thieves and policemen, vagrants and passersby swarm. The airport in Arica, the border city that unites and separates Chile, Peru and Bolivia, lies out in the desert, next to the sea, in the mouth of a dry river, an ancient passage used by llama caravans going from Tiwanaku to the sea, from Titicaca to the valley where piles of stones, hillside geoglyphs, were large signs announcing to them, \"this land is ours, it is occupied.\" Today the monument to that killing is a broken shoe, a fragment of bone, a severed finger that came to light in the desert, on the highway near Calama.