“El desorden de mi libro es el de todas las vidas y obras aparentemente ordenadas” (Prólogo de desesperanza de autor, Macedonio Fernández)

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“El desorden de mi libro es el de todas las vidas y obras aparentemente ordenadas” (Prólogo de desesperanza de autor, Macedonio Fernández)
"yo dibujo estas letras / como el día dibuja sus imágenes / y sopla sobre ellas y no vuelve"
~Octavio Paz
Destino de viento.. no sé caminar sin recitar los pasos, las bifurcaciones, los pliegues. Colecciono huellas, atesoro la búsqueda (el singular le sienta bien, presiento que tal vez no hay más que una). Mi producir es un amparo precario, camino que sondea soledades, acepta carencias.. Aquello que persigo habla en voz baja, en fragmentos. Mi trabajo es custodiarlo en su fragilidad.
Destiny of wind... I don't know how to walk without reciting the steps, the forks, the folds. I collect footprints, I treasure the search (the singular suits it well, I sense that perhaps there is only one). My production is a precarious refuge, path that explores solitudes, accepts scarcities... That which I pursue speaks in a low voice, in fragments. My work is to guard it in its fragility.
Destino di vento... Non so camminare senza recitare i passi, i bivi, le pieghe. Colleziono impronte, custodisco la ricerca (il singolare le si addice bene, sento che forse ce n'è solo una). La mia produzione è un rifugio precario, sentiero che sonda solitudini, accetta mancanze... Ciò che inseguo parla a bassa voce, in frammenti. Il mio lavoro è custodirlo nella sua fragilità.
creo ser.. allí donde la finitud se asoma al abismo..
it reads:
the "arc" of your life as process
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"I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not complete this last one but I give myself to it. / I circle around God, around the primordial tower. I've been circling for thousands of years and I still don't know am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?" ~ R.M.Rilke
"The reality of the individual [...] is an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently"
~Samuel Beckett
Calipso: (...)Cos’e’ stato finora il tuo errare inquieto? Odisseo: Se lo sapessi avrei gia’ smesso. Ma tu dimentichi qualcosa. Calipso: Dimmi. Odisseo: Quello che cerco l’ho nel cuore, come te.
~Cesare Pavese, da Dialoghi con Leucò~
El mar se olvida de devolverme
el agua tiembla (pero no de miedo) (no temas, no temas)
The sea forgets to bring me back
the water trembles (but not from fear) (don't be afraid, don't be afraid)
Il mare si scorda di riportarmi
l'acqua trema (ma non per timore) (non aver paura, non aver paura)
obra como ramificaciones: huye como yo?
divergent work: is it escaping like me?
lavoro come ramificazione: fugge come me?