Tlaskamati

01/11/2025

01/11/2025

En esta época de "lectores criminales", Libros del Zorro Rojo recupera un texto de Virginia Woolf sobre el lector común, el que lee sin prejuicios.

14/03/2023

Esta usuaria en Twitter nos recordó en un hilo el as*****to del vasco Ángel Berrueta, quién fue víctima de un crimen ideológico, cuando en España muchos medios culparon a ETA por el 11M. La difusión de la noticia despertó el odio de muchas personas contra la población vasca. Invito a leer la trágica historia para comprender cómo la desinformación, el fascismo y el odio son hermanos perversos.

16/07/2022

Deep in the heart of Italy some Brazilian felt the need to beat harder.

30/09/2020

Ernst Gombrich is probably one of the most widespread names among art historians. This is why it is quite concerning that his book, The Story of Art, mentions only one female artist.

Ernst Gombrich is probably one of the most widespread names among art historians. This is why it is quite concerning that his book mentions only one female artist.

09/09/2020

Academia is expensive, therefore, exclusionary? True or false?

08/09/2020

Me reflejo en mis lecturas.

07/09/2020

“I love you/I miss you/I want you” — those are things we’d all like to say, the only things we’d like to say, given the chance. But circumstances and decorum will usually make that difficult, so we “say-sing” them in tanka. That’s what the women and men of this country have been doing for a long, long time — which to me is a wonderful thing.

There’s just no space in the lines of a tanka for whys and whats and hows. That’s the beauty of it: no explanations, apologies, recriminations."

Machi Tawara on eroticism in tanka.

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12/08/2020

Soiled hands. A poem by Mercedes De Acosta.

AFTER everyone had left,
It was always so wonderful sitting in the dark theatre with you.
There was a mystery about it,
As though the echo of many plays
Still lingered in the folds of the curtain,
While phantom figures crouched low in the chairs,
Beating applause with v***r hands.
Do you remember how we always sat silently?
I would shut my eyes to feel your closeness nearer.
Then slowly and like a ritual
I would take your hand,
And you would laugh a little and say,
"My hands are awfully sticky"—or
"I can't seem to keep my hands clean in this theatre."
As if that mattered … as if that mattered …

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24/07/2020

Supertuscan can be blue.

11/07/2020

"As many historians claim, statues are not history. Nor are they material sources, archeological artifacts fortuitously preserved through time. They instead are objects of commemoration: the political constructions of certain narratives from the past, and an expression of the ruling power who decided to put them there."

Colonial memory and the social role of history Daphné Budasz July 6th, 2020 A- A A+ Following the murder of George Floyd, an African American, by a white policeman in Minneapolis on 25 May 2020, the struggle of the Black Lives Matter movement captured public attention and rapidly gained support a...

28/06/2020

Más allá de la verde libertad del follaje asoma un rígido campanario eclesiástico. El tremor de sus campanas se pierde entre el canto rebelde de los pájaros y las cigarras. La campaña ofrece una fe desde el cuerpo, y su música, a veces casi silenciosa, rebasa el estruendo de las incesantes torres.