Ese jarrito verde
Saturday, September 14, 2019
|Macarena Aldama - Bellavista - Pcia de Buenos Aires - 2017|
diálogo verdadero es con este jarrito verde." Estudiaba el comportamiento
extraordinario del mate, la respiración de la yerba fragantemente levantada por
el agua y que con la succión baja hasta posarse sobre sí misma, perdido todo
brillo y todo perfume a menos que un chorrito de agua la estimule de nuevo,
pulmón argentino de repuesto para solitarios y tristes.”
Friday, September 13, 2019
Pasties (singular pasty or pastie) are patches that cover
a woman's nipples and areolae, typically affixed with adhesive. Though pasties
are commonly associated with strippers, burlesque shows and erotic
entertainment, they are also, at times, worn as an undergarment, beachwear, or
as a form of protest during women's rights events such as Go Topless Day that
may avoid potential prosecution under indecency laws.
Sometime in the year 1996 I received a dial phone
communication from Adrian du Plessis
who was about to single handedly bring
down the Vancouver Stock Exchange by funnelling crucial information to
Vancouver Sun’s white crime reporter David Baines
. He asked me to show his
friend Nina Gouveia
how to take
photographs. He had recently given her a Mamiya RB-67 like my own.
I had Gouveia come to my studio and we had a nice chat
and we shot some pictures of each other. She was a lovely woman with a most
positive approach to life.
To my later chagrin and deep guilt I stopped teaching her
any kind of photography and had her, instead face my camera. This she did for
Our collaborative output saw the light of day at the Exposure
Gallery until it closed its doors sometime around 2008. Argentine artists Nora
Patrich, Juan Manuel Sánchez and I had Gouveia pose for us for sketching and
photography many times. Of Gouveia, Sánchez had the ultimate compliment, “Es plástica,”
which was all about her ease of flexibility and being able to pose for long
periods of time. We did know that she practiced yoga.
Our relationship ceased when Patrich and Sánchez decided to divorce and they returned to
Buenos Aires in separate airplanes. Soon after Gouveia moved to Spain.
I miss her smile, her quirky voice and even the clunker
boots she has always chosen to wear. I know that those wonderful moments cannot
return and that my thick file of photographs of her are safely stored but to me
it is a tragedy that they must remain there in this age of increasing puritanical
attitude all aided to our detriment by social media.
But I was lucky to have met her and I believe that my
guilt is all gone.
La cocina en reposo a esa hora el café - Juan Gelman
Thursday, September 12, 2019
sobre tus pechos la cocina
reposo a esa hora el café
hirvió el hablar en voz baja
molestar a la dulzura de nuestros
temblaban o brillaban
especie de luz como el cuchillo que
estaba en tu mano
Nicolás Guillén, La Holandesa y el Arbolito Cubano
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
un arbolito cubano apostado en la esquina de Lavalle y Florida. Hablé con él a
fondo sobre dos temas. Uno sobre el gran poeta cubano Nicolás Guillén.
|La holandesa - Guillermina Van Der Linden y José Carlos Romero Vedía|
Empecé la línea:
Con tanto inglé que tú sabía,
completamos el delicioso poema que al decirlo
en voz alta sale con acento cubano.
TÚ NO SABE INGLÉ
Con tanto inglé que tú sabía,
con tanto inglé, no sabe ahora
La mericana te buca,
y tú le tiene que huí:
tu inglé era de etrái guan,
de etrái guan y guan tu tri.
Bito Manué, tú no sabe inglé,
tú no sabe inglé,
tú no sabe inglé.
No te namore ma nunca.
si no sabe inglé,
tema de nuestra charla es que al estar parado con frente a las actividades
callejeras de esa importante intersección entre Lavalle y Florida, Yosvany ve de
lunes a sábado de 5 a 9 el conjunto de tango que allí desarma a los transeúntes
con sus firuletes, sacadas y voleos. Por lo tanto algo sabrá sobre el tango.
Mr. Murphy & Mr. Patterson
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
After almost 70 years of traveling, I marvel at the fact that
travel forces one to get organized.
As a freelance photographer in Vancouver the first thing in
my mind before going on an assignment was the fact that any kind of failure
meant elimination from the roster of useable photographers in the offices of
This meant that I always took two of everything, just in
case. I remember that once in Calgary for a magazine assignment, the body of my Mamiya RB failed. I did not despair and had a taxi go to a hock
shop to pick up a used one which I purchased on the phone with a credit card.
In photography some of us swore by Patterson’s Law of
Photography in which an unknown Patterson stipulated that Mr. Murphy of Murphy’s
Law was indeed an optimist.
Going to Buenos Aires in a few days means that I have to
think of spare batteries for my two digital cameras, brand new storage cards
that I have previously formatted, a charger for those batteries, and because I
am taking a very good portable studio light, spare cables, modeling light bulbs
and an extra flash tube.
All that would be for naught if I didn’t also think of the little
device that sits on my camera and connects via a wire to the studio light.
Should the battery in it fail there would be no way of firing the flash.
Changing the spare battery implies using a very small Phillips (a Canadian
probably related to Patterson) screwdriver. And so it goes.
The reason for my concern is that this man (me) does not usually shootweddings
but I am in a way shooting one. My niece Milagros (complete first name
María de los Milagros) O’Reilly is getting married in a sumptuous church
wedding and after the ceremony the reception will be at the ultra-neo-baroque
Círculo Militar opposite la Plaza San Martín. When Argentine generals had
command of the nation (most of the 20th
century) they may have
plotted their coups and revolutions over good wine surrounded by luxury. Now
the generals are no longer an important part of governing Argentina so the
(as Argentines say as a most negative epithet of them)
must resort to renting out the place.
I remember when I was a conscript in the Argentine Navy that there was a scandal courtesy of the visiting Prince Phillip who cornered some generals and asked them, "When are you chaps going to have the next coup?"
I plan to stay out of the way of the
official photographer and will look for a nice corner to take my shots of the
couple and then with Mili’s four sisters and then with Mili’s four sisters and
brother and who knows what else I will be asked to shoot.
My Rosemary inherited (I don’t quite understand exactly how)
my grandmother’s talent for compact packing. She will pack and the morning of our
flight out of Vancouver I will take Niño and Niña to the Kerrisdale Feline
Hilton, While this breaks Rosemary’s heart she knows that they take care of
them well even though they do not get breakfast in bed.
Today I was the first to show up at Indigo on Broadway
and Granville, to pick up Margaret Atwood’s latest. You can guess where I will read it. The other book I written by my Manhattan friend Jerome Charyn. With a 14 hour flight from Toronto to Buenos Aires, these two books will be good company,