Posts Tagged ‘Mexico’
Snapshots from Our Neighborhood
POVERTY by Pablo Neruda Ah you don’t want to, you’re scared of poverty, you don’t want to go to the market with worn-out shoes and come back with the same old dress. My love, we are not fond as the rich would like us to be, of misery. We shall extract it like an evil [...]
January 29th, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
Seven Months in the Desert
The history of Mexico is the history of a man seeking his parentage, his origins. He has been influenced at one time or another by France, Spain, the United States and the militant indigenists of his own country, and he crosses history like a jade comet, now and then giving off flashes of lightning. What [...]
January 23rd, 2009 by Misty Lindsey
Uncomfortable Beauty
When someone strips a man of his clothes, we call him a thief. And one who might clothe the naked and does not – should not he be given the same name? The bread in your cupboard belongs to the hungry; the coat in your wardrobe belongs to the naked; the shoes you let rot [...]
January 21st, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
God's Middle Finger
But the largest component of Mexico’s economy was still drug trafficking, estimated at fifty billion dollars a year… without it there would be economic collapse. According to a leaked study conducted in 2001 by Mexico’s internal security agency CISEN, and quoted in Charles Bowden’s Down by the River, if the drug business was somehow wiped out Mexico’s [...]
January 20th, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
The Desert Weight
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human– looks out of the heart burning with purity– for [...]
November 6th, 2008 by mmlindsey
The Bull & The Wolf: Los Borrachos
I have been making friends with El Toro and El Lobo. They are the neighborhood inebriated revelers. Nearly every Saturday morning astoundingly early we find them in the street, already halfway through a plastic bottle of Mescal, tottering around with brooms, sweeping the streets and stopping to howl out greetings to everyone that passes by. “Hey, Bro!”, [...]
August 23rd, 2008 by mmlindsey
Setting up Camp
“Start walking towards the sun. Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you have grown, lifting.” [...]
February 14th, 2009 by mmlindsey