La conciencia de la mestiza/Towards a New Consciousness
How I love this tragic valley of South Texas, as Ricardo Sanchez calls it; this borderland between the Neuces and the Rio Grande. This land has survived possession and ill-use by five countries: Spain, Mexico, the Republic of Texas, the U.S., the COnfederacy, and the U.S. again. It has survived Anglo-Mexican blood feuds, lynchings, burnings, rapes, pillage.
-Gloria Anzaldua, Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza.
This was almost the ad campaign for Six Flags over Texas!
Leonard Cohen writes about language, specifically about paring it the fuck down. It’s nice to keep in mind in my sometimes-breathless teaching and in avoiding the dreaded long-windedness of academic writing. But here’s the part, at the end, that I heard first and liked so much:
Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever.
“Watching “Melancholia” Is Like:
-Staring at a broken egg timer waiting for it to go off while you listen to a CocoRosie song slowed to 1/30th speed.
-Taking four hours to eat a bowl of oatmeal, no butter, no sugar, no syrup, uncooked, with a hair in it.
-Listening to a radio play that was originally written in Swedish, then translated into German, and finally into English. In the dark. With a stranger who won’t stop weeping and touching your leg. In a room that smells like cigars.
-Waiting for Godot, only Godot shows up, but everyone else has left. Godot waits around for a long time anyway, then enters into Myst and freezes the game.
-Overdosing on cement mix and diet tonic water.
-Eating fifty packs of cinnamon gum while being told you’ve disappointed your family over a bad cell phone connection.
-Wearing clothes made of an itchy, beige, wool-lead blend to a press conference about track lighting.
-Breaking your front tooth on a piece of vanilla fudge.
-Taking an ice-cold bath while someone reads you Dogsong.”—