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thebluesthour · 1 year
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A trembling blessing is that which invisibly rains on your heart that which leaves on your breasts brilliant points of gold and blue that which has changed you into a long pure ray / of dawn.
Homero Aridjis (trans. Eliot Weinberger), Blue Spaces
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davidlavieri · 3 months
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The shade, the meal he'd eaten, the tobacco, and the depths of autumn, about to subside into the darkness of the solstice th masked days, as the shortest days of the years were called—sent a shiver down the emperor's spine. He could have moved to the sunny side of the courtyard, but he was out of humor, and to be a pain in the ass he requested the goose-feather cape he wore in his rooms when it was cold. Etiquette demanded that he donate whatever tunic, cape, and headdress he wore at his public audience each morning, so he never appeared there in his white feather cloak, which he loved. He wore no earrings, necklaces, or lip plug. The tunic he had on now, also white, was embroidered with a simple border of flowers and sea snails. He was wearing plain sandals, adorned only with pearls-the gold-and-gem-encrusted sandals he'd worn to receive El Malinche were dazzling but very uncomfortable. He'd left them under the courtyard arch to feel the floor of swept clay under the soles of his feet. The feeling brought back the happy times before he'd entered the calmecac, when he could run for the fun of it with his cousins and the nursemaids' children along the corridors of the Old Houses, without having to think about the Tlaxcalteca besieging the city, the demands of the traders, a surfeit or a dearth of warriors to be sacrificed in the temples, infinite ambassadors presenting well-wishes and requesting a discount on the latest tribute due from their cities, or testy gods blithely doling out droughts, earthquakes, defeats, and invasions.
Álvaro Enrique, You Dreamed of Empires
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andrumedus · 2 years
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Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, in The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; “The Splendor of Being”
[Text ID: Spellbound, I contemplate the miracle of being / as at the pure center of a diamond.]
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con-alas-de-angeles · 2 years
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You have seen and touched my broken heart and held it in your hands.
Sor Juana Inés De La Cruz, Sonnet 164
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belle-keys · 11 months
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no, it’s gothic girl summer. while you down patrón shots, i’ll be repeatedly catching fevers while staring virginally out into the bogs as i pine for a man without any self-respect and unironically read “the monk” by matthew lewis.
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edelweiss-maiden · 7 months
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‘‘𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵’’ — 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜-𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑚𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐
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mournfulroses · 4 months
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Luis G. Urbina, tr. by Samuel Beckett, from "The Centaur's Breath,"
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brattylikestoeat · 6 months
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leer-reading-lire · 3 months
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JOMP Book Photo Challenge || January || 26 || Bookish Goodies
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Have you read...
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Grieving mother Magos cuts out a piece of her deceased eleven-year-old son Santiago’s lung. Acting on fierce maternal instinct and the dubious logic of an old folktale, she nurtures the lung until it gains sentience, growing into the carnivorous little Monstrilio she keeps hidden within the walls of her family’s decaying Mexico City estate. Eventually, Monstrilio begins to resemble the Santiago he once was, but his innate impulses—though curbed by his biological and chosen family’s communal care—threaten to destroy this fragile second chance at life.
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boxwinebaddie · 1 month
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i'm sorry but everyone actually has to know that if ravesey ever get married in a formal ceremony ( which, oh my god, is this real??? hello ) ravenstan totally got up on stage and crimson dawn dropped the Hardest punk rock cover of kiss me by sixpence none the other...Ever
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The world might indeed be a cursed circle; the snake swallowed its tail and there could be no end, only an eternal ruination and endless devouring.
MEXICAN GOTHIC by SILVIA MORENO-GARCIA
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andrumedus · 2 years
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The love that loves us does not turn its gaze from us even for a second.
Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, in The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; “The Splendor of Being”
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deklo · 2 days
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sheltiechicago · 1 year
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The Dark Surrealism Of Arturo Rivera
Arturo Rivera was born in Mexico City in 1945. He studied painting at Academia de San Carlos in Mexico City (1963-68); and silk-screen process and photo-silk screen process at The City Lit Art School of London (1973-74).
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ladyygrace · 1 year
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okay so maybe horror is just about trauma huh??
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