“Understanding the glances of our closed eyes.
You are here, intangible
and you are all the universe which
I shape into the space of my
room. Your absence springs
trembling in the ticking of the
clock, in the pulse of light;
you breathe through the mirror. From
you to my hands, I caress
your entire body, and I am with
you for a minute and I am with
myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle which
runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours.
The green miracle of the landscape
of my body becomes in you the
whole of nature. I fly”
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YOUTH: A STREET CAR NAMED RAPE
Rivera and Kahlo. He paints the cavalcade of Mexican history, the endless, at times depressing,repetition of masks and gestures, comedy and tragedy. In his finest moments, something shines behind the plethora of figures and events, and that is a humble beauty, a persevering attachment tocolor, form, the land and its fruits, the sex and its bodies. But the internal equivalent of this bloody rupture of history is Frida’s domain. As the people are cleft in twain by poverty, revolution, memory, and hope, so she, the individual,the irreplaceable, the unrepeatable woman called Frida Kahlo is broken, torn inside her own bodymuch as Mexico is torn outside. Rivera and Kahlo: has it been sufficiently stressed that they are two sides of the same Mexican coin, almost comical in their Mutt and Jeff disparity?
The elephant and the dove, yes, but also the blind bull, in so many ways insensitive, rampaging,immensely energetic, poured towards the outside world, and married to the fragile, sensitive,crushed butterfly who forever repeated the cycle from larva to chrysalis to obsidian fairy,spreading her brilliant wings only to be pinned down, over and over, astoundingly resistant to her pain, until the name of both the suffering and the end of the suffering becomes death.
How much more than this was in Kahlo, was Kahlo, her Diary now shows us: her joy, her fun, her fantastic imagination. The Diary is her lifeline to the world. When she saw herself, she paintedand she painted because she was alone and she was the subject she knew best. But when she sawthe world, she wrote, paradoxically, her Diary, a painted Diary which makes us realize that nomatter how interior her work was, it was always uncannily close to the proximate, material worldof animals, fruits, plants, earths, skies.
Introduction by Carlos Fuentes
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STRANGE COUPLE FROM THE LANDOF THE DOT AND LINE
STRANGE COUPLE FROM THE LANDOF THE DOT AND LINE.. _____ . _____ .“ONE-EYE” MARRIED THEBEAUTIFUL “NEFERISIS” (THEIMMENSELY WISE) INA MONTH OF HEAT AND VITALITY.OF THIS UNION [crossed out]BORN TO THEM WAS A BOYSTRANGE OF FACE AND HE WAS NAMED NEFERUNICO, AND IT WAS HE WHOFOUNDED THE CITYCOMMONLY KNOWN AS “LOKURA.”
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Mirror of the night.
Your eyes green swords inside
my flesh. waves between
All of you in a space full of
sounds – in the shade and in the
light. You were called AUXO-
CROMO the one who captures color. ICROMO
FORO – the one who gives color.
You are all the combinations
of numbers. life.
My wish is to understand lines
form shades move
–ment. You fulfill and I receive.
Your word travels the entirety of
space and reaches my cells
which are my stars then goes to
yours which are my light.
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