we were all familiars in the obscenity of cities
and to be gentle here, perhaps not so obscure
and to labor in a snail state, a minstrelsy disco
and to seek refuge, a spinning wheel at the fair
and to dive into the otherwise, breaking the fast
Somewhere between Cumbia Tribalera and Luce Irigaray, my heart lies fallow.
Somewhere between Calibre 50 and Jack Halberstam, future gleams.
—Antena at Project Row Houses log, Thursday 5/23/12
La claridad no hace más que distorsionar la realidad.
Clarity only distorts reality.
—Cecilia Vicuña; untranslation by Felipe Ehrenberg
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