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# 68
Castrolence
Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo
Finally he had been left alone. Stooped, his perfect Greek profile had now become like that of a vulture. A kind of unkind condor. Carrion claws dripping with his own feces, a layer of bacteriostatic containment. I’m talking about biology. About beauty, that is. And I am, of course, talking about him.
There is a certain sense of classical wisdom in the birds of prey. Something noble in their adapted gestures of eating cadavers. A symptom that life never ends. These are cynical cycles. A…
e-flux Journal
Posted: December 1, 2015
Subjects
Authoritarianism, Cuba, Death, Ghosts & Spirits, Revolution, Failure
# 65
Castroneirics: A Dreamitaph for Fidel (The Exquisite Cadaver)
Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo
Dreaming of Fidel. Cubans, though none have yet
to admit it, have begun to dream of Fidel. It is
a posthumous dream, one that bodes ill. A
premonition. A sleepless fear. A final
humiliation of the Premier by his fellow countrymen—
technically his troops.
And there is also the sense that we are doing away with
Fidel: the timely nightmare that, by force of nature—
and of violence—we Cubans now need a lingering Fidel,
half-mummified, hoarse, his skin petrified or…
e-flux Journal
Posted: May 1, 2015
Subjects
Poetry, Cuba