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November 30 from the tRoUblE bOOkshELfthe book for the week: the big book of dOWNers. from my own secret stash.
(la imagen es de la Tate Gallery membership y ha sido modificada)
November 23 nightmare time storyla bruja de este cuento se la lleva fácil. se lleva al príncipe y come perdices. yo me quedo mirando al espejo que me grita y aturde. las ovejas que saltan la valla usan botas y repiten canciones que no dejan dormir. el conejo me observa a través de su lupa, mientras me habla de lo mal que construí mi casa. el lobo sopla y sopla con muy mal aliento. las hermanastras me torturan hasta afectar mi voluntad y a ellas sí les entran mis zapatos. cansada de todo me siento en un claro del bosque y muerdo una galleta que encontré en mi bolsillo para terminar convertida en sapo. (la tira es de liniers) November 22 hOld On to whAtwoke up empty handed y con la ventana entreabierta. cold wind through my fingers and lots of flowers in a paper bag. time reveals itself as ajeno y lejano, even today. el tiempo es de vidrio coloreado de azul y contiene tres docenas de margaritas.
i don't get the chance to check on my own list. i could be sleeping, but i'm not. i could be elsewhere, but i'm not.
November 18 from the weird audio sketchbookfollow the frame behind the vision of the self-neglected one.
wreaked ideas discomfort the mind. this restriction permit is just for the heart.
all reversed points of light eran solo para despistar.
pencil on paper. a mirror written note.
the voice of the struggle. remembers your tone.
November 16 to be forgottenall the usual places.
the standing, the watching, the walking, the waiting.
she knows better. she knows.
she buys a new something and pretends not to care at all. and so she does.
she skips, she avoids. she wanders.
a day to remember.
a day to rethink is a day to remind how to forget.
November 09 sUNday girl transhumavoodoogirl woke up early, contra todo pronóstico. los quehaceres domésticos me hacen extrañar la transhumancia y, creer en la calma de la vida llena de objetos descartables y una maleta con lo indispensable, pensó mientras preparaba una mezcla especial de detergente, suavizante y quitamanchas. probar nuevas proporciones de estos líquidos viscosos de colores le hizo pensar en el soundrack for that moment. in the waiting line, definitivamente.
jugo de mandarina y té helado. a light carrot cake slice. this is turning into an orange crush day, observó. refreshing.
with the memory of a roadmovie feeling she filled her day aknowledging nonesense activities.
(la tira es de liniers) November 05 'till lateri was beginning to think that now was never, aunque ahora es cuándo, i know.
putting things off 'till later as a way of life, as a set of mind. clearly, not a walk in the park.
the grid was already there, then i forgot it was. while i had already started i kept thinking what should i do about it.
part of the surface was already there. part of the substance had gone away.
space controls the subject matter. November 02 discoNNectioN 3.1i wish i knew, voodoogirl thought. i'm getting to know better, i guess. sometimes time is somehow disabled. sometimes time matters too much. sometimes time isn't there yet. my research center is temporarily closed. nevertheless girl is wandering and she enjoys not knowing. objetar es bueno, though, voodoogirl thinks. i wish i knew, sometimes.
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