"Piscinas verticales (o la bruma un hábitat sustentable)" [ FETA, 2017 ]

Este sábado 17 de marzo (día de San Patricio) en punto de las 17:00 hrs, estaremos presentando Piscinas verticales (o la bruma un hábitat sustentable), mi novelita borders que tuvo la fortuna de recibir el "Premio Binacional Frontera de Palabras | Border of Words 2017" y ser publicada en el FETA hace unos meses. Me acompañará en los comentarios el gran Roberto Castillo, aka Johnny Tecate. La cita es en el Centro Cultural Tijuana (CECUT). Ojalá puedan echarse la vuelta.

"PUSSY, KING OF THE PIRATES*" by Kathy Acker & The Mekons (30/01/1996)

 

Tracklist

1	"My Name Is O"	0:34
2	Ange's Song After She Crawled Through London	3:42
3	"I Want To Tell You About Myself"	0:43
4	The Song Of The Dogs	3:19
5	"We're Just Outside London"	2:58
6	Ostracism's Song For Pussycat	3:40
7	"Antigone, You See Her"	0:34
8	Antigone Speaks About Herself	3:50
9	"Now Let Me Tell You..."	0:32
10	My Song At Night	3:28
11	"Since Ange And Me Are Innocent"	0:43
12	Into The Strange	4:42
13	Captured By Pirates	4:52
14	A Prayer For All Sailors	3:03
15	O	1:52

*El presente álbum está basado en la homónima novela de Kathy Acker y fue lanzado el mismo día de la publicación del libro, como una extensión multidisciplinaria de la obra.  

 

CRÉDITOS:

Acordeón y voz: Errol “Rico” Flynn

Ilustraciones: S. Clay Wilson

Banjo (cümbüş): Blind Lugh

Bajo: Sarah Corina

Batería: Steven Goulding

Violín: Captain “Kidd” Honeyperson

Guitarra y voz: Jon Langford, Tom The Cabin Boy

Voz cantada: Master Sally Bates

Voz leída: More-Than-Able Seaman Acker

Letras: Kathy Acker, The Mekons.

Ingeniero: Long Jon Gillver of Dubbe Island

Grabación: Baron Von Trumfio, Bosun Hagler

[ virginia woolf ]

The Great Frost was, historians tell us, the most severe that has ever visited these islands. Birds froze in midair and fell like stones to the ground. At Norwich a young countrywoman started to cross the road in her usual robust health and was seen by the onlookers to turn visibly to powder and be blown in a puff of dust over the roofs as the icy blast struck her at the street corner. The mortality among sheep and cattle was enormous. Corpses froze and could not be drawn from the sheets. It was no uncommon sight to come upon a whole herd of swine frozen immovable upon the road. The fields were full of shepherds, ploughmen, teams of horses, and little bird-scaring boys all struck stark in the act of the moment, one with his hand to his nose, another with the bottle to his lips, a third with a stone raised to throw at the raven who sat, as if stuffed, upon the hedge within a yard of him. The severity of the frost was so extraordinary that a kind of petrifaction sometimes ensued; and it was commonly supposed that the great increase of rocks in some parts of Derbyshire was due to no eruption, for there was none, but to the solidification of unfortunate wayfarers who had been turned literally to stone where they stood. The Church could give a little help in the matter, and though some landowners had these relics blessed, the most part preferred to use them either as landmarks, scratching-posts for sheep, or, when the form of stone allowed, drinking troughs for cattle, which purposes they serve, admirably for the most part, to this day.

Orlando (1928)

 

("The Selected Works of Virginia Woolf": The Wordsworth Library Collection, 2007).