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He started to fold up into himself—into his own body—and to come out
of himself, to come out and fold himself back in; to see himself in those
who were looking at him and not to see himself when he looked at himself;
to be consumed inside in torrents, collapsing. He went slowly down the
street and rapidly through his soul. He was and he was not. He was there
and he was not there.
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of himself, to come out and fold himself back in; to see himself in those
who were looking at him and not to see himself when he looked at himself;
to be consumed inside in torrents, collapsing. He went slowly down the
street and rapidly through his soul. He was and he was not. He was there
and he was not there.
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Paul
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Mayas’ emerging literature represents an epochal disruption to the
Central American Ladino canon. It inverts knowledge/power relations...become[s] the purveyors of self-generated
cognizance...The attitude of Maya writers breaks the myth that information and learning is produced exclusively by cosmopolitan Westerncentric academics, or through the disciplining of academic institutions.
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Central American Ladino canon. It inverts knowledge/power relations...become[s] the purveyors of self-generated
cognizance...The attitude of Maya writers breaks the myth that information and learning is produced exclusively by cosmopolitan Westerncentric academics, or through the disciplining of academic institutions.
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Paul
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And running, sweating, trampling one another, falling down, getting up,
they headed toward the center of the town; and when they got there and saw her, the flies on their trousers flew open immediately, like a miracle; and their eyes were barely kept in control by the attached optical nerves; and their hands seemed to turn into magnets. And they no longer thought about the past or the future...
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they headed toward the center of the town; and when they got there and saw her, the flies on their trousers flew open immediately, like a miracle; and their eyes were barely kept in control by the attached optical nerves; and their hands seemed to turn into magnets. And they no longer thought about the past or the future...
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Paul
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There was nothing else for the men to do but open wounds in their own
arms to give their women blood to drink, and the women wrung their tits
dry to give the last of their exhausted milk to their husbands and children;
and then, in order to make something positive out of the darkness and the
extended time, the men tried to put their cocks in their women’s nests, but
their cocks had already been dead...
— Jan 10, 2026 02:26PM
There was nothing else for the men to do but open wounds in their own
arms to give their women blood to drink, and the women wrung their tits
dry to give the last of their exhausted milk to their husbands and children;
and then, in order to make something positive out of the darkness and the
extended time, the men tried to put their cocks in their women’s nests, but
their cocks had already been dead...
Paul
is on page 7 of 119
I remember that her body was full of birds, such that when a man would throw himself onto her, before ascending to the heavens, his hands would have to turn into cages so that none of the birds would escape... in spite of the enthusiasm with which she received the men, if they gave her money, she took it; but she didn’t demand they pay her because the main thing was to see the world through the eyes between her legs.
— Dec 31, 2025 02:43PM
