Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Quebrada (Las Viejas)



25 June 2008. Beautiful gray morning, chilly wind, birch tree branches on dark window.

Milton Resnick: I'm not older than anyone else and I'm not younger than anyone else. Blunt formulations from the hand of a master...standing before an acre of canvas on his light loft wall, so wide he couldn't see the ends, only tubes of white, a hundred at a time... throwing each new tube on the floor, stepping on it to open, dipping in again with the brush...

The brush, en todo sentido. To brush her cheek, to brush with fate. Gates of heaven opening in a Jujuy quebrada, la musica de la montaña, vigüela, charango, peludo... A small creature with a hard shell, soft to the inside, rolling itself into a tight ball when threatened...

Fears, ungathered. Time, change, lo necesario...

Four women--las viejas--climbing a hillside path. Heavy skirts, shawls, goods carried in cloths wound round the waist. Humuhuaca, maybe--centuries ago...

La noche del peludero...

Monday, June 23, 2008

Puente Alsina



Not the old Puente Alsina, of course. In some sense not even me: awkward, slightly hopeful even. A touch espantoso. Images of the Riachuelo, idealized--always so--as in drawings of old. Today, not so much asphalt as total urban ruin--lagrimas negras verdaderas...

Yet also a song...

¿Dónde está mi barrio, mi cuna querida?
¿Dónde la guarida, refugio de ayer?
Borró el asfaltado, de una manotada,
la vieja barriada que me vio nacer...

(fragmento de un tango)

Sunday, June 22, 2008

José Larralde



En una escena enorme, oscura, ya que se ve un hombre solo, al pie, la mano adelante...alcanzando para...

"Puntillas de auroras tristes..."

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Monday, June 2, 2008

Coventillo

La Noche del Peludero



"...la que nunca pida nada pa' que Dios no se le ausente." (José Larralde)