Category Archives: sueño

books, sueño, weekly book

After the Quake

Murakami, Haruki. After the Quake. Trans. Jay Rubin. London: Vintage, 2007. Print.

Landscape with Flatiron

Jack London “To Build a Fire”

“She transferred from one train to the next at random until she had come all the way from Tokorozawa to this little seaside town in Ibaraki Prefecture, a town she had never even heard of.” 28-29.

All God’s Children Can Dance

following the doctor down the deserted place. 54.

“And then it struck him what lay buried far down under the earth on which his feet were so firmly planted: the ominous rumbling of the deepest darkness, secret rivers that transported desire, slimy creatures writhing, the lair of earthquakes ready to transform whole cities into mounds of rubble.” 59.

“We take it for granted that the earth beneath our feet is solid and stationary. We even talk about people being ‘down to earth’ or having their feet firmly planted on the ground. But suddenly one day we see that it isn’t true. The earth, the boulders, that are supposed to be solid, all of a sudden turn as mushy as liquid.” 68.

Thailand

“From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living, you will not be able to die well… Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.” 77.

“‘What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone.”” 78.

Super-Frog Saves Tokyo

“As Nietzsche said, the highest wisdom is to have no fear.” 90.

“As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination.” 92.

“Apparently Frog was very fond of Anna Karenina.” 94.

“But as Ernest Hemingway saw so clearly, the ultimate value of our lives is decided not by how we win but by how we lose.” 98.

“”Fyodor Dostoevsky, with unparalleled tenderness, depicted those who have been forsaken by God… the ghastly paradox whereby men who had invented God were forsaken by that very God.”

Dostoevsky White Nights (1848).

Honey Pie

John Updike‘s short stories.

 

architecture, sueño

Catacumbas en Los Andes

Last night we were filming at an old elementary school near Munhyeon. I guess it was built in the decade after the war. It looked like a hoarder of cardboard squatted there. There were bundles of cardboard everywhere. One of the PAs told me the school had been abandoned for about a decade in the 60s or 70s. A lot of things were hidden under black dust covers. As we were shooting in the small atrium, I heard unusual noises. I walked down a dark hallway and entered the classroom from where I thought the noises were coming from.  The classroom was empty except for chairs and desks. The noises seemed to be coming from the ceiling. Water pipes most likely.

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I leave the location after 11 to catch the train home. Once in bed I fall asleep quickly.  I am back in a boulder field in the Andes, with the laguna behind me.  I meet my oldest brother and he makes a remark that upsets me. I sit and wait and look towards La Posada. My old dad appears and then we’re in his taller (the one he had by the big window before the one he built by the white higuera). He asks me to follow him to the backyard. The old adobe walls are now brick and elaborate. They remind me of the columbarium walls of Cementerio General. White squids hang to dry like sad socks beneath red brick Gothic arches. There’s a staircase, and he tells me there’s treasure if I follow it down to the catacombs. I wake up con corazon pesado. Outside is drizzling and gray.

history, memoria, photography, sueño, viajes, 한국어

batallas

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guerra civil chilena del 1891 (revolucion de  1891) congress and the navy revolt against president balmaceda and the army. congress wins, and balmaceda commits suicide. vicealmirante jorge montt assumes power.

Batalla_de_Concon

batalla de concon.  aconcagua river.  luis fernando rojas. 1904. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Batalla_de_Concon.JPG

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steve maccurry and the afghan girl (npr audio).

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dream. june 27/28-2015. z swarm.

we live in a white house by the sea. from the window i see a bay like that of gohyon.  flags line the waterfront. the sky turns golden as dusk begins. i hear the warning sirens go off on the warships anchored at the mouth of the bay. i tell my dad we need to buy bottled water in case the taps go dry. i feel we should board up the windows too but he doesn’t think it’s necessary. i go outside. it’s peaceful and many people have gathered quietly on the road next to the ocean. they seem to be waiting for something exciting, beautiful or terrifying like an eclipse or the end of the world. the sky  turns purple and blue but there are clouds to the west that remain bright. the lights are out in every house. i’m told the flags will change soon. i look at the white navy destroyers assembled at the edge of the bay and they look deserted and lifeless. i go home to wait. there are no lights on inside my house. my dad chops garlic in the dark with his back to me. his head is bowed so low he appears decapitated. the window blinds are shut but some blue light filters from the bottom of the window frame. then i hear the window glass crack as if a bird had kamikazed it. more things start crashing outside and cracking the windows. the cracking of the glass is followed by the fluttering of scaly wings and things trying to get in. little mutalisk break through the glass and rip through the blinds. some of them get tangled on the blinds and drop on the floor and crawl toward us using their wings.

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나는 은행에 갔다. 나는 아이스아메리카노를 마셨다.  나는 학원에서 일했다.  나는 강변에서 자전거를 탔다. 나는 책을 읽었다.

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