so i am having this rebellion against words, against too many words, against empty words and that kind of enthusiasm for unreal things that because i have been too prone to makes me feel kind of sick to my stomach now. i am distrusting all words except a few ("claro," "news," "maravillosa," "true"), wanting to refuse their ineffectuality, their pomp, their fluff. i don´t know how i am going to write my honors literature thesis if i am still having this problem, but i think i better figure it out before april. oh also, i only have six weeks left in barcelona. ooph.

catalan canción de protesta from the end of franco's rule

de donde crece la palma

velazquez a picasso: "las meninas"

"The Homeland, Aztlán," Gloria Anzaldua

1,950 mile-long open wound
          running down the length of my body,
          staking fence rods in my flesh,
                      splits me   splits me  
                      me raja   me raja

This is my home
this thin edge of
           barbwire.

But the skin of the earth is seamless.

(universitat pompeu fabra)

i start school for real tomorrow: español avanzado II, transatlantic perspectives in literature, arte y artistas, and hispanic and latino cultures in the u.s.