"I read the way one might stroll. … I feel myself to be a sacred trespasser…"
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Julio the Porteño and Jimmy the New Yorker take their time with the angelic. Julio is the King of the Cronopios, James the Patron Saint of Harlem; Cortázar is the aesthete of meta-games and Baldwin the author of emotive, sociopolitical autobiographies. One white and Latinoamericano, the other a black norteño. Both writing about a black bird.
Rolando André López Torres reflects on the sublime and despair in stories by James Baldwin and Julio Cortázar.
During the two years that Henry David Thoreau spent on Walden Pond, physical labors—the completion of his cabin, the cultivation of food to nourish his body—prevented much reading, the act that nourishes the spirit. “Yet,” he writes in Walden, “I sustained myself by the prospect of such reading in future.”
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