An Unhelpful Companion for Unsettling Times
No recuerdo ni quiero recordar si, la última vez que escribí sobre el aborto, prometí que sería la última. No confío en mí como productor de textos definitivos, y menos que menos en lo que a asuntos políticos concierne. De todas maneras, no deseo tratar estas cuestiones sólo en relación a la problemática de la […]
Read more "La Máquina Suave"Uno de los objetivos de esta pieza es señalar falencias en el movimiento sin ridiculizarlo, ni deshumanizar a quienes padecen las injusticias que el movimiento aspira a erradicar.
Read more "El Otro Oprimido: Sugerencias para un masculinismo progresista"
[The following is yet another edited transcript of a self-recorded ethylic midnight rant. I’ve tried to preserve some of its oral, long-winded qualities. I hope you enjoy it.] Let me take a while to think along with you, regarding fiction and politics. Some of my more general statements could apply to all forms of political […]
Read more "Notes on Political Fiction"Debería estar trabajando en la transcripción de una grabación y su transformación en un ensayo, o en aquel sobre Capote, que he estado preparando por ya demasiado tiempo; o bien en cierto cuento, o en cierta novela– Tengo mejores cosas que hacer que esto, pero a esto me dedicaré porque esto es lo que la […]
Read more "Reseña de “Yo te amo mamá (como nadie lo hará)”, de Esteban Bullrich"I stand by my window, trembling in my clothes, in the streets, a grinning drunkard babbles, and, well, I go along. I know the song he’s singing, yes, I know it from my childhood. The night is long, but it’s never long enough. There is no helping what’s inside. In this twenty-year-long slope– Twenty years […]
Read more "“So long, the night”"
I’m a freelance writer: Until a while ago, that meant that, every once in a while, I met someone who happened to be running an online magazine, I talked to them about some odd libertarian theory of mine, and then they paid me an almost symbolic sum, in exchange for the article. We discussed it […]
Read more "The little death of the freelance writer"
I wish the velvet had been seductive! And I wish that I had gotten, then, as drunk as I am now. I’m obviously joking! I’m not drunk! I am ignorant of the taste of any drink with an alcoholic graduation higher than secondary school. Oh, well, if I fail to build myself into a funny […]
Read more "We went to a pretentious Palermo pool-bar-club thing, and it sucked balls-reeking velvet"