Conversation with Dr. Maximus Mocker.

—One has to be patient when eating candy, because one tends to bite them. Sometimes one makes the effort to keep the whole candy without biting it. Then when it's a tiny piece, one thinks "I should have bit it".
—Once a candy bit me.
—A lie.
—When fragmented is like pieces of broken glass inside your mouth.
—The avocados that I buy here come from Peru; to vacation. They take walks and pictures that they later upload to their Facebooks. They comeback with a T-shirt that says "Berlin".
—The t-shirt speaks(!) but well, it only knows one word. What a pity. It's like a disabled parrot.


Conversación con el Dr. Máximo Esquilmer.

—Hay que tener paciencia para comer caramelos, porque uno tiende a morderlos. Haces el esfuerzo por mantenerlo entero el mayor tiempo posible pero es inútil. Luego, cuando está chiquitito te dices a ti mismo "lo hubiera mordido"
—Una vez un caramelo me mordió
—Mentira
—...en fragmentos es como vidrio dulce en la boca
—Las paltas que compro acá vienen de perú, de vacaciones. se pasean, toman fotos y las cuelgan en el facebook. Luego regresan con un polo que dice Berlin.
—El polo habla (!) pero bueno, solo se sabe una palabra. Que pena. Es como un loro retrasado. Y juega polo?
—El polo? No, juega golf.


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On Why Kinicals, Existentialists, Nihilists, and Cynics Feel The Way They Do When They Do

Nothing is unexplainable. The explanation may be wrong but that's another thing
For Harold. and Maude.

Behind every realist/idealist, lies the soul of a romantic that believes so firmly in their ideals* that whenever they are crushed (and they knew they were going to anyway) something decompresses inside of them. Two opposite poles.. and that is probably the worst analogy to use but you can picture it like this: a system where two engines are moving in opposite directions but at a random regular rhythm. Whenever there is an acceleration in one of them they will feel either optimistic or full of disbelief.

But when both poles accelerate at the same time, there is an inevitable convulsion and they crash and everything collapses. the whole system stops and you feel neither optimistic or pessimistic. You just feel nothing at all. Absolute void. You experience (as a simile to what happens in the universe), the expanding of time and space, inside of you. And of course, in your most inner core there is nothing but a black hole.


* No need for an electric monk that believes in things for you. —'The idea of the Electric Monk was created by Douglas Adams in his book Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. The Electric Monk was a labour-saving device and they believed in things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe.'
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Terry Cola

I've always thought there should exist a cola named Terri-cola. When I mentioned it to V, he said it should have the face of Terry, the guy who appears in Candy Candy. Now I think of the head of the former president, Fernando Belaunde Terry, and that the container should be completely round. Impossible to pile up, it would be very easy to clean inside.

Another option would be Long Cola. This last one could be sold outside of the National Bank. or the Credit Bank.


Translation notes:
1. Terricola: Earthling.
2. Candy and Terrius "Terry" Grantchester are characters from a japanese cartoon from the eighties.
2. Cola in spanish means soda, glue, tail, and queue.




Siempre he pensado que debería existir una gaseosa que se llame Terri-cola. Cuando se lo conté a V, me dijo que debería llevar el rostro de Terry, el chico que aparece en Candy. Ahora pienso en el ex presidente Fernando Belaunde Terry y que el envase debería ser completamente redondo. Imposible de almacenar, por el contrario, sería muy fácil de limpiar.

Otra opción sería Larga Cola. Esta última la podrían vender en las afueras del Banco de la Nación, o para no irnos tan cerca, del Banco de Crédito.

Flags

Five with interesting narratives out of 224.


Isla de Man


Saint Pierre y Miquelon


Libia


Djibouti


Cambodia

Desert theories

I do not know how much time passed between one and the following events but I remember waking up in the shore of a rather small lake, to be more exact I was in an oasis in the middle of the desert—which confirms my theory in wich every little piece of water in the world is connected. The men standing in front of me took me on their shoulders and left.

None of them would call themselves by the same name more than once and therefore the days with them were very confusing. They had the strangest giraffe; it could walk days and days without having nothing to eat. When they realized I could not walk anymore they let me ride the giraffe. At this point I think it could have been a camel—this contradicts my theory in which giraffes lose their spots to mimic themselves with the desert.

Short story about the color of the sea

Sitting in a boat
in the middle of the sea
are Celeste and Pistacchio.
Celeste falls.
Pistacchio follows her.
(As I was falling into the water I realized I would never see you again. If only I would have known what we were waiting for.)

Role playing

He said I could be a druid.
I said I wanted to be an atomic bomb.
She agreed.
He said I couldn't play an atomic bomb.

Juego de roles

El dijo que podía ser una druida. Yo le dije que quería ser una bomba atómica. Ella estuvo de acuerdo. El dijo que no podía ser una bomba atómica.

On Valentine's

Shortly after waking up I hit my forehead against the wall.
I had the impression the wall was overthere.

hoy al levantarme me golpeé la frente contra la pared.
me había parecido que la pared estaba más allá.

Frankpostein

Sometimes I wonder. about things. like. if there are already so many words in the virtual space, what if I create a post with them, trying to make something coherent. Like with the real frankenstein, my creature has probably failed.


She looked at the young man with tenderness. Although she didn't know quite well what for, she planned to slap him.

"I never understood why he held his head like that, or why he tried that his ear touched his shoulder. I thought that little by little I would get used to it. Nothing. The day it was my turn to eat his head, I woke up.

Better to put it in technical language: After having to put off the fire that went up to my face via my scarf, I decided to sit for a while in the living room with a glass of water and with other things that I no longer remember, but that are for sure there, walking all over my brain, affecting all my thoughts. Like some sort of opacity shield. I should avoid contact with ideas, theories, and the people who think them. Lock myself up in some place. For many days now, I've been wanting to fragment myself and that somebody takes the work to rebuild me.


Miró al joven con ternura.

Aunque no sabía bien para qué, planeaba darle una bofetada. Nunca entendí por qué se agarraba la cabeza así, ni por qué trataba que la oreja le tocara el hombro. Supuse que poco a poco me iría acostumbrando. Nada. El día en que llegó el momento de comerme su cabeza, me desperté.

Mejor ponerlo en lenguaje técnico: Después de tener que apagar el fuego que trepaba hacia mi cara por intermedio de mi chalina decidí sentarme un rato en la sala con un vaso de agua y con otras cosas que ya no recuerdo pero que de hecho, están ahí caminándome por el cerebro, afectando todo lo que pienso. Una especie de escudo ante la opacidad.

Debía abstenerme a tener cualquier tipo de contacto con cualquier idea, teoría, personas que las tengan, las piensen, las comenten o las formulen.

Encerrarme en algún lugar. Hace días que quiero fragmentarme y que alguien se tome la molestia de reconstruirme.

What would you like to read today

Dodo and his tulip like beak

Today I would like that you read what you want to read
and not what I want to write
Maybe I can help with some words
Maybe you can write what you imagined
Maybe not
Maybe you can but you don't want to
Maybe you can and you want to but you can't come up with any words

Try these ones:

1. dodo
2. jump
3. exploding
4. unexpectation
5. yellowish
6. tulips/ transatlantic
7. beduin/astronaut
8. oasis
9. happy
10. death


Hoy, me gustaría que leyeran lo que quisieran leer ustedes
Y no lo que yo quiero escribir
Quizá puedo ayudar con algunas palabras
Quizá pueden contarme que imaginaron
Quizá no
Quizá sí pueden pero no quieren
Quizá sí pueden, sí quieren, pero no se les ocurre nada que les guste

Las palabras (microhomenaje a la hopita):

1. dodo
2. salto
3. explotante
4. inesperación
5. amarillentoso
6. tulipanes/ trasatlántico
7. beduino/astronauta
8. oasis
9. felices
10. muerte

Feel the noise

A. Diego Rivera wakes up and discovers that he is a gangster in a city that Orson Welles controls thanks to Buñuel's graceful imaginary. The name of the city is Chicago. El Sr. Rivera doesnt know it, but he loves it.

B. I never saw ufos so perfectly aligned. So good is Sufjan Stevensss.

C. Those buildings remind me of old cellphones. or Robots. Which is the same.

C. (you never know when you may need a another C). Also I'm a cabra. I should be less cabra.

Huscuil

Tonight I have spoken about something which I've named Uzquil. I've said it lives three quarter parts of its life under the sea, yet it doesn't swim very well. That its body absorbs all the water it can but as soon it sets foot on the ground, the water starts escaping its body through holes placed beneath its eyelids.

And this is the reason why its eyes remain wide shut.

Querido Contronauta:

Esta noche he creado un animal y lo he llamado Uzquil. He dicho que vive tres cuartas partes de su vida bajo el mar pero que a pesar de ello nada muy mal. Que su cuerpo absorbe todo el agua que puede. Que apenas pone un pie en la tierra el agua empieza a escapar de su cuerpo por dos agujeros que se ubican debajo de sus párpados. Que debido a ello sus ojos permanecen cerrados todo el tiempo. Que a pesar de su fragilidad, carece de un sistema de defensa contra quienes deseen atacarlo.

La verdad es que nadie podría desear atacarlo.

What would you uninvent?

Dedicated to Vulcan,

1. Gravity
2. Mortality as a human condition, to be replaced by periodical small units. Something like sleep.
3. Capitalism, nationalism and religionism.


Dedicado a Vulcano

Anouk: la gravedad
Celeste: la mortalidad como condición humana para reemplazarla por varias mortalidades de pequeñas unidades.
Poliestra: el sistema capitalista y la herencia.
Qalimero se ha quedado pretificada al leer la palabra desinventar y ha corrido tan rápido como ha podido.
En noches como ésta yo me desinventaría a mí, o lo que es lo mismo, a todas ellas.

Invisible

.

POST LITERAL
SOBRE COMO UNA HELEFANTE
ESCRIBE SOBRE NADA
REALMENTE NADA.



Vvacio a ser Vvaciado
En las próximas horas

.

My favorite fragrance

is air.

El Iquitos de Jocelyn

Herzog made a movie in Iquitos. I discovered that yesterday. There was Klaus Kinsky listening to Caruso while surrounded by native people. They all looked very pleased and bounded by music.

When I was there we traveled by the Amazon for 4 hours till we finally arrived to the communities of Panguana and Independencia. Once there, I stumbled across a little young girl who was freely walking all shoeless. She was carrying a cigar in one hand.

-So little and already smoking?, I said smiling.
-It's for my little sister.. she has a worm in her back.
-What do you need the cigar for?
-My mommy must smoke it in order to take it out.

I didn't get to see her little sister's worm but I saw another worm in another little girl's back. She was wearing this beautiful white dress, a bit dirty, holding a monkey to his chest while crying. It was a surreal image at first. Both girls were indeed adorable, and eventually we manage to make them laugh. I remained talking to Jocelyn, while the rest of the group followed us from very close, listening to our conversation. It was a nice talk in which she kept asking what was the name I used for this and that, after she found that some animals were called different in the spanish version. They spoke spanish but kept native words for lots of things. She showed me her favorite flower and told me its native name. I wonder how she is now.

Skin

I laid down and closed my eyes. I still could see light and some shapes. This is how I realized skin was transparent. Years of watching my veins had not been enough.

Logics

A friend recently told me that he was living with a girl. I thought it was very nice because girls are nice. I know because I'm a girl and I'm nice.

He's nice too. But, he's not a girl.


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Don't know how or why

Yes

This part of the world exists yet, though I don't know how or why and I live and I'm happy (or something very similar to it). Sociology it's ok. It's the kind of career that melts practice and theory.

I'm also writing a lot. Or at least more than usual.


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