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"Pedro Lasch in his map and article "Latino/a America" envisions the Americas without any boundaries. He discusses how a map can show traces of immigrants travels. His work explores how globalization enforces boundaries to loosen the flow of capital while preventing movement of people."

"Pedro Lasch en su mapa y artículo, 'Latino/a America,' considera las Américas sin fronteras. Él discute cómo un mapa puede mostrar rastros de los viajes de inmigrantes. Su obra explora como globalización impone limites para aflojar el flujo de capital mientras se prohibe el movimiento de las personas."

Text from "Mapping Very Large Complicated Machines"
by Ted English for the online broadside Molossus– August 4, 2009.

Cita de "Mapear Maquinas Grandotes y Complicadas" por Ted English para el volante online Molossus– el 4 de Agosto, 2009

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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Review: Things Fall Apart

Things Fall Apart Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This novel should be read by all citizens who live in an imperialist country. They will get a small glimpse, as I did, of how colonialism/imperialism and the "1st world agenda", coddled by a savior complex, is the imposing blind force civilizing other cultures throughout the world. The end result is a chaos, a tearing apart of certain ways of life. The way that Things Fall Apart.

It goes way past misunderstanding, because the dogmas and the manipulation of the external forces- the white man- unabashedly and negligently stomp into town to conquer through word, government, and infrastructure much ado to the salvation of souls. Chinua Achebe juxtaposes these familiar ways of ordering society to the white reader, beginning with Part 1 that establishes the narrative of Okonkwo, his tribe, and family. The reader is witness to a painting that is rich in detail and nuances on all levels; color, paintbrush strokes, medium, tone, and construction. Achebe's language is marvelous and fosters the visuality. Intricately, he narrates customs and protocols that the tribes practice in regards to interpersonal relationships and interfamily relations that are strongly weaved together in spirituality, mother nature, and tradition.

Also, Chinua emphasizes that even between tribes of the same region, there are many different ways of handling matters. So in the 2nd part, when Okonkwo has to exile with his family to his mother's tribe because of protocol in regards to involuntary manslaughter, he begins to develop an alienation, along with his family outside of his norms of his birth tribe. And in the distance, away from him, the white man, not to be mistaken with an albino, begins to appear as a faint breeze in the distance- arriving as hearsay already morphed into many storylines and versions by the time it reaches his ears.

Finally in the third part, out of exile and returning home, the faint breeze blows wind in full force, like the Holy Spirit itself, bringing with it changes and subjugation to the white man and their missionaries. They come in breaking African paradigms and defying the gods of the people with their one and only God. Dialogue and meeting is inexistent and tumults Okonkwo and his tribe further into an unknown abyss that only holds fate in the hands of foreignness, power, and injustice- questioning with no adherence to listening for an answer. So the demise of Okonkwo goes hand in hand with the assimilation of many in his tribe, even his own effeminate son who abandons everything in reaction to a long planted seed of pain and hurt of losing a brother to a traditional protocol as a boy.

In the end, Achebe concludes this dense and emotionally packed novel with an ingenious affirmation. The white pastor will perpetuate the entire story for future white missionaries, ambitious and proseletizing, by depicting what the entire three parts, the experience of Okonkwo, his tribe and family, as a case study on how to deal with Africans of similar circumstance and nature- easily addressed and compressed into one simple paragraph of an entire book. Surely this could be comparable to the few paragraphs I have read on Africa, all at the helm of white and foreign hands. And what about this review? I'm challenged and inspired to read more from the country and continent of Chinua Achebe.

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Review: In America

In America In America by Susan Sontag
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

The opening chapter is spectacular. It invades the mind of writer, narrator, and the numerous planes of language. Like a true adventurer, nearly thoughtless in regards to their own well-being and success, Sontag forges the deltas and tributataries of language, ebbing and flowing from narration to an explicit addressing of her own writing style and narrative intention. This potent and daring first chapter also convinced me not to dedicate any more time to the novel since the potential story did not capture me. If, In America, can summit the first chapter, it will be another devastating loss chalked up on my reading list.

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Review: Desarticulaciones

Desarticulaciones Desarticulaciones by Sylvia Molloy
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

My first encounter with Sylvia Molloy was brief due to the nature and structure of her precise narrative. Thus, it astonishes me that I am so completely saturated with emotion and potential energy. As she narrates her telephone calls and visits with her dear friend dealing with Alzheimer's disease, the reader will suddenly realize a mysterious affinity to the book as it develops with humbly lengthed chapters. They powerfully affirm the axiom, "quality not quantity," and encapsulate some of the most enigmatic and deeper necessities of humanity; language, memory, their meaning and how we are molded and constructed by them, using them and the uncountable processes we essentially use to connect with others. Here, Molloy harmoniously revisits her processes with nostalgia, or more precisely, acknowledgement, as she lucidly, and sometimes painfully, accompanies her beloved friend as they drift away to a different mental and physical realm. The author, in all her vulnerability, exposes that which has been constructed through shared experience, conversation, literary endeavor, and playful folly, and how its composite is autonomously deconstructing, shifting, and seemingly disappearing. However, the strength of Desarticulaciones is in the author's capacity to bring sense and order to the senseless deterioration of the human mind. As the two individuals disconnect, there are moments of great wisdom, logic, and enlightenment, and paradoxically and equally beautifully, from the person who is apparently losing their mind, leaving the clear minded individual in a bewildered preponderance of thought.

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Sunday, February 12, 2017

¡el PCI se lanzó!



Franco Castignani y Sol Prado fueron seleccionado por El Centro Cultural de la Memoria Haroldo Conti  para colaborar y ser parte de la convocatoria de artes visuales en Septiembre de 2016 junto con siete proyectos más (siga link para leer sobre todos los proyectos). Se llama Esto no es una muestra y la exhibición empezó el 4 de febrero 2017 y estará hasta el 26 de febrero después de haber cumplido sus 4 meses de talleres y preparación.


En la exhibición se puede retirar un panfleto con los valores, la visión, y la letra al himno oficial del Polo Consumista Internacional mientras que se aprovecha escuchar por auriculares las frases inolvidables y animadoras del gurú oficial del PCI. Además se puede observar la bandera oficial izar y arriar sin intervención humana. Pude aportar mi voz a grabar sobre una pista MIDI para dejar después. Agradezco inmensamente a Los Zambo que grabaron, editaron, y agregaron el ritmo.


Tuve la hermosa y divertida oportunidad de entusiasmar  y convocar nuevxs afiliadxs al Polo Consumista Internacional con un performance de lanzamiento del Polo hace una semana atrás. Las fotos siguientes capturaron la manifestación que se llevó al cabo el 4 de febrero, 2017 en el Centro Cultural de la Memoría Haroldo Conti - Esto no es una muestra.




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Wednesday, January 18, 2017