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Dear our Heavenly Father, wtf?

It’s day 2 of the Corpus Christi and I am attempting to soak it all in. Part of that process is having God, Jesus and the Saints look back at me whenever I brave the outdoors. Or actually even from within my own hotel room (which nowadays would be considered creepy saints, just so you know).

Dear our Heavenly Father, wtf?

It’s day 2 of the Corpus Christi and I am attempting to soak it all in. Part of that process is having God, Jesus and the Saints look back at me whenever I brave the outdoors. Or actually even from within my own hotel room (which nowadays would be considered creepy saints, just so you know).

Corpus Christi and Stockholm Syndrome

While watching the festivities today from the bar balcony, I observed the celebration of many catholic saints and figures such as San Cristobal and The Virgen, but one stuck out to me in particular. Upon a raised platform, carried by probably 20 or 30 young men, the large rearing up figure of a horse and […]

Corpus Christi and Stockholm Syndrome

While watching the festivities today from the bar balcony, I observed the celebration of many catholic saints and figures such as San Cristobal and The Virgen, but one stuck out to me in particular. Upon a raised platform, carried by probably 20 or 30 young men, the large rearing up figure of a horse and […]

III: “The Pongo’s Dream”

José María Arguedas’ short story “The Pongo’s Dream” was inspired by a story he heard from a peasant from Cusco. Arguedas was born in 1911 to wealthy mestizo parents, and spent much of his childhood in the care of Indigenous servants, through which he became fluent in Quechua. As the editors of the second edition […]

week2—conflicts, material dimensions, and a late blog—

week2—conflicts, material dimensions, and a late blog— Just as a precursor, I’ve been trying to do the readings in a very weird and sickly state, so I feel I didn’t grasp them all. In all honesty, it was not enjoyable. I didn’t quite understand most of the readings from the Peru Reader, though I did […]

drifting through a fever dream of literature

initial thoughts on José María Arguedas’ ‘deep rivers’