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Sólo la fiebre y la poesía provocan visiones.

Sólo el amor y la memoria.

No estos caminos ni estas llanuras.

No estos laberintos.

- Roberto Bolaño

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"Courage consists, however, in agreeing to flee rather than live tranquilly and hypocritically in false refuges. Values, morals, homelands, religions, and these private certitudes that our vanity and our complacency bestow generously on us, have many deceptive sojourns as the world arranges for those who think they are standing straight and at ease, among stable things."


- Giles Deleuze & Félix Guattari, Anti-Oedipus

"Elias Canetti, in his book on the twentieth century’s greatest writer, says that Kafka understood that the dice had been rolled and that nothing could come between him and writing the day he spat blood for the first time. What do I mean when I say that nothing could come between him and his writing? To be honest, I don’t really know. I guess I mean that Kafka understood that travel, sex, and books are paths that lead nowhere except to the loss of the self, and yet they must be followed and the self must be lost, in order to find it again, or to find something, whatever it may be—a book, an expression, a misplaced object—in order to find anything at all, a method, perhaps, and, with a bit of luck, the new, which has been there all along."

~ Roberto Bolaño — “Illness and Kafka” (via slothnorentropy)

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I spent a year writing about and salivating over Mexican food.

lolmythesis:

History, Amherst College

Culinary Modernity in Porfirian Mexico.

Woot! My Thesis was featured :D


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I arrived on the Mexican highland from the Argentine pampa when I was sixteen years old… A land isolated by its very nature - desert,  mountain, chasm, sea, jungle, fire, fugitive mists, and a sun that never blinks - Mexico is a multi-level temple that rises abruptly, blind to horizons, an arrow that wounds the sky but refuses the dangerous frontiers of the land, the canyons, the sierras without a human footprint, whereas the pampa is nothing if not an eternal frontier, the very portrait of the horizon, the sprawling flatland of a latent expansion awaiting, like a passive lover, the vast and rich overflow from that concentration of the transitory represented by the commercial metropolis of Buenos Aires, what Ezequiel Martínez Estrada called Goliath’s head on David’s body. 

- Carlos  Fuentes, How I Started To Write

Thinking about our own death feels pretty much the same as thinking about our next paper.

lolmythesis:

Psychology, Amherst College 

Perfectly captures the Amherst College experience.


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What’s in your bag: winter break.
I love those few times of the year when I can actually fit everything I need in my morral + my favourite Bolaño short story collection and the french press I picked up on sale on my last trip to Northampton. 

What’s in your bag: winter break.

I love those few times of the year when I can actually fit everything I need in my morral + my favourite Bolaño short story collection and the french press I picked up on sale on my last trip to Northampton. 

Princess Blue, I miss you.

“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” 

- Zora Neale Hurstron, Their Eyes Were Watching God


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Just found out I’m not gonna be able to afford to fly home for winter break…

I really miss and want to see my friends.

~ Haunted - Beyoncé

And I’ve been drifting off on knowledge

Spoon-fed pluralized eyes to find the beaches in the forests