A normal silent afternoon (from my window in Cali)

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art general thoughts

“Give it up girl, he’s got a lot of power”

“Sometimes you have to shout because you are not heard. If you have to shout because you are not heard, you are heard as shouting. If you are heard as shouting, you are not heard” (Ahmed, 2021, p.89)

I remember it was the last year of my undergrad. We had to find a thesis advisor, I had no idea who to choose. One of my best friends started working with one of the professors, one of the most renowned, he was famous and sold very well.
I remember sitting on River Boulevard one night. She was telling us how her meetings with the professor were going. She told us something that seemed strange but that night she gave us no more clues that something really odd was going on.
One day, we were both in the exhibit hall at the university. I was helping her set up the lights for the opening of her thesis. Somewhere between thin tears she turned to me and said:

-I am planning to file a complaint. Something serious has happened with xxxxxx -.

I went into shock. To think that months before I wanted to be in her position.

-I wanted to work with him because I admired him- I thought.

We gave each other a hug as if holding each other, comforting each other. It was not the first time this had happened to her and I had also been a victim of another man and his masculine arrogance. We knew that surely, this was not going to be the last time either.

To this day I think about this situation with fear, with rage. I am not even able to use his real name. I’m afraid that his academic, work and even spiritual connections will grab me with one of his tentacles and pull me under, just for talking-just for thinking about it. But when I write it here, for a moment it feels like I can escape him (all of them) and his power.

complaints thoughts

Manufacturing Defect

I was born with a condition. At 33 years old, I still have one baby tooth. The other one didn’t come because it didn’t feel like it or maybe it had better things to do. This condition does not let me enjoy food like others. This condition made me envious. But who do you complain to when what doesn’t work was already in you? I can’t bite from the front, I have to do it with my right side. Doctors say it’s better to take care of it as much as I can, rather than replace it. But I am hungry to eat with my left side.

art complaints general thoughts


“I’m not going to complain today, because I have wonderful people surrounding me”

art complaints genre

“There is no future, but at least there is coffee”.

There is no future, but at least there is coffee.
Not the kind of coffee they sell in fancy places.
Not the kind my mother used to make.
There is no future, but at least there are shoes.
Not those comfortable shoes.
Not even uncomfortable ones, but sexy ones.
There is no future, but at least there is music.
The kind that makes me dance, makes me sweat, makes me stink.
There is no future but there is saliva. Of the slippery kind that makes me retch
and the dry kind when there are no more words.
There is no future but at least the printer works.
After ten tries and even though the cartridges were full.