The Moon, Our Moon, is Nobody’s
And as she grows, her beams more bright and bright Are poured from Heaven, where she is hovering then, A wonder and a sign to mortal men. Hymn to the…
Adriana DĂaz Enciso
Come From Nothingness
A limpidity of light, already there before your eyes are opened. Lucidity not an attribute, but substance. Something that is—unnameable, ungraspable, and what it is is reality. The revealed and…
Artificial Intelligence, or Death Wish
La inteligencia artificial y el deseo de muerte
It is barely possible to say what a human being is in current times. Not that it was ever easy, but now the distractions are bigger, scourging us in their…
Being a Writer: Some Questions and a Celebration
Ser escritoras: preguntas, y una celebraciĂłn
During these weeks of quiet, of silence made up of breeze or wind, the rumour of the River Esk down there, soft rain, and birdsong, I often think—inevitably—of the Scottish…
Between Power and Impotence
Poder e impotencia
A a murky veil is spread: what do we, simple mortals, know? When last June Keir Starmer, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, declared that he supported the bombing…
The End of Certain Worlds
Fin de ciertos mundos
The morning after (London time) Israel’s attacks against nuclear, military and, in passing, civilian targets in Iran, I came across Patti Smith’s latest message in Substack. She looked tired and…
Excerpt from So Great Is the Light
To say that dusk had descended would be inexact. It rather seemed to be seeping from the corners of the meadow, a crawling, not gathering thing that went undetected for…
Return
El regreso
Return, by Adriana DĂaz Enciso *** Among the avalanche of images and words that testify to a world racked by violence, uncertainty, multiple forms of madness and all the imaginable…
Dark October
Oscuro octubre
October started badly for an afflicted Mexico, as Claudia Sheinbaum was sworn in as president on the first day of the month. We were just having some respite, thinking that,…
Everything I will not read
Lo que no leeré
For some months now, I’ve been feeling a certain urgency to read again Thomas Mann’s Doctor Faustus. It would be the third time. Some fifteen years elapsed between my first…
El reino unido
Las elecciones en cualquier paĂs y las campañas que les preceden, como hemos tenido oportunidad de observar ampliamente en los Ăşltimos meses, son trances contradictorios de la vida pĂşblica colmados…
36 Years With Sinéad
36 años con Sinéad
...She came from Ireland, and in the tragedy of her personal story and that of her siblings she saw the embodiment of the tragedy of her country, suffocated by a…