What do you think?
Rate this book


432 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 1929
They camped in front of our house, a soldier to a tree. His woman unrolled the blankets and spread a petate on the roots, drove nails into the trunk for hats and dug out a niche for an image. If you adventurously walked the avenue you had to be careful or you'd step on somebody's baby and dive into somebody's stew
A former groom, tired of being Carranzista, came home with wornout sandals and many scraps of white damask from rifled churches, to make new baby-clothes for the Infant Christ, he said. He had tales of how the women danced to the Cucaracha, that mad chant, with their mouths open and their skirts pulled up on their legs, after a battle yelping:The little cockroach, the little cockroach
Will not travel any more,
Because it wants some, because it has no
Marihuana smoke to blow!
They would carry gilded chairs and parrots plundered from mansions, on their horses, and tire of the chairs and use them for firewood, as if they had been pianos or big altar-pieces.
Buckets of filth showered heavily from the hospital windows, making little hills of dark stained cotton below them. Voices following the filth, calling to Jesus to let them die. From the hospital, meeting the belt of stretchers, a shifting line of coffins, a black ribbon hung on the day.
Villa had lost. That night he shuffled and bugled his army away. Then the jigging sound of the Cucaracha, smells of burning, and shadows—hardly more sensed than shadows—of bodies gibbeted on trees...
The return to native values, spiritual and artistic, which is a simplified description of modern Mexican art, in the case of the founders of this new tradition often occurred by way of modern European art. The gesture is very close to rejection of European values, very near to the violence of junking absentee landlordship. Fundamentally, however, the feeling that the artist be also a person with a definite social attitude, a consciousness that must determine his choices in daily life and in his work; and the search for structural values, and simplification, might be seen as derivations in Mexico, as also in Europe, of a mood more than local.
David Alfaro Siqueiros when he ruminated in Spain startled those of his friends who did not laugh with the doctrine that has become prime credo in modern Mexico æsthetic. The subject, he said, was as important as the style. The picture must derive emotion, design, construction, and colour, from the model. The model must not be chosen arbitrarily to demonstrate artistic gymnastics. This was the practice of most of his European contemporaries, he said, and this was the sterile behaviour of pedants, prima donnas and dilettantes.