24 November 2009. Slanting sunlight, east wind from over the hills. Water bird, high above, wings churning...
Borges, in a field of trees. Eyes with a touch of white below each pupil--sanpaku--a question of sight. Into a certain distance, that is--his world of English nouns and Elohist plurals--alternative names for visions of the Divine--distinctions gathered from arcane traditions, rewoven "bajo la luz del Sur..." Also--an impatience with sentiment--with the exception of what might be deemed a determined starkness--as if the world could be summed up in telling bas relief...
Buscando lo criollo...
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