read Johnathan Jones’s excellent valedictory in the Guardian: ‘She is dancing among the greats’: the dangerously honest, richly ambiguous Paula Rego …magical realism… says Johnathan Jones … so, read Eden Kupermintz, “On the Radical Escapism of Magic Realism or how to become a god in late capitalism“

Yesterday I was looking at the retrofuturism (or is that Nachträglichkeit?)of Paulina Olowska: …and today I read that Paula Rego died yesterday… …not that there’s much similarity: Olowska’s work is like a painterly Ostalgie. Perhaps it recalls Antoine Volodine?

Mario Levrero begins The Luminous Novel… he is a writer from Uruguay, was. An unnecessary detail, perhaps. Alejandro Zambra, a writer I admire, Chilean, as it happens, or happened, like Bolaño, yet very unlike him, writes about Levrero that we cannot, we readers, we cannot hope to understand that mythical

You know there is a theory … that all that we experience as reality is just a simulation, a kind of hallucination that has been imposed upon us. … …how can we know that our own reality is the last, the final one? How do we know there is not still a

the old sensitive trees    you see on the coast here they can make you believe   life is sad gods in the forest a character's always he or she or they never it Levinas    the French Jewish philosopher my friend, Alphonso Lingis, you can call me Al and when

harvest the leaves of grass harvest all things mottled, bare of charm how can you harvest that like anchors on the seafloor a luminous watery sky a wash a watered silk gather the wings of flies, ...I said, flies. I know what I said. yo, measure the beds... we have