¡Vivos los llevaron!
¡Vivos los queremos!
Mexico. This cry is being heard loud.
They took them away alive!
We want them back alive!
May this contribution be part of the growing movement, here, calling for protection of the value of human life through justice:
While attending the European Neurofly meeting last month and visiting my good friend Gogo at the University of Herakleion, my eyes fell on the following title printed in a poster
The title of this book captivated me. It could also read “in search of meaning in a meaningless world”.
El domingo pasado se publico en el Confabulario del Universal este poema de José Manuel Recillas dedicado para Huberto Batis; quise entenderlo y por eso trato a traducirlo en mi idioma materno con la esperanza de no dañarlo.
Για περίτεχνα βιβλία και λέξεις,
———————-ανώνυμες νύχτες λαβυρίνθων,
το γράψιμο της μοίρας σ’ ενα σύννεφο
που αποκρύβει τον καθρέφτη που αλλοιώς ονομάζουμε φεγγάρι· (more…)
A moment to share, as an outsider observer to a warm celebration of a Polish contributor to the exact sciences with a working base shared between Mexico City and Warsaw during the past 50 years:
I first heard about the “zombie fungus” from Robin Maytum when we were working together at Queen Mary. The story captivated my imagination: The fungus infects an ant, eats up most of its interiors, leaving intact a few key neurons and muscles. Once its feast is done, the fungus can still control the ant’s locomotion, which then moves on to a leaf from where the fungus can best spread out its spores.
If you are the ant, you are unlikely to hold Ophiocordyceps unilateralis high in your esteem, even more to befriend it. Robin was the first cell within the infected ant I encountered. Other tissues were quite unprepared for the infection and so our university (the ant) was overtaken by those fungus-like managers. I have not stopped telling that story ever since.
Restruction is “dESTRUCTION by means of a Restructuring exercise”.
I read yesterday that Warwick’s “Medical School and School of Life Sciences have been warned that the departments are under-performing financially” and that “bosses at the campus, in Gibbet Hill, Coventry, say if they have to cut staff they aim to find volunteers to leave their jobs in return for redundancy payments“. I then saw an earlier report in BBC suggesting that the situation was such at Warwickshire College. Were both institutions issuing job threats to instill uncertainty?
What caught my attention was the terminology used: bosses at the campus. I could think of other terms, more appropriate for those in positions of responsibility in a bank, a prison or a university…
Three years ago this day, I was in London feeling a personal spring in the fall’s onset!
Three years ahead I enjoy simple breakfasts (coffee, toast with marmelade) sitting on our new home’s terrace in Mexico City, playing with the thoughts of the new day, while watching for that magical moment when the sky appears to light up suddenly, out-of-phase with the gradual arrival of the day and bringing a poetic experience to beings with eyes.
These breakfasts precede the first daily visit to the modern “newspaper” and “arrival of the post”. Ah! one needs to be lucky these days to rejoice in the smelly paper or to carefully open an envelope, looking at the handwriting of a dear fellow soul or an unknown new contact.
And so, this morning, I came across the word “microcosmographia”.
Αυτά τα κόκκινα σημάδια στους τοίχους μπορεί να είναι κι από αίμα.
Αυτά τα κόκκινα σημάδια στους δρόμους μπορεί να είναι από αίμα.
Αυτά τα κόκκινα σημάδια στα τραπέζια που τρώμε ήσυχοι,
στα καθαρά χέρια μας,
στα μάγουλα των παιδιών μας,
μπορεί να είναι από αίμα.
Όλο το κόκκινο στις μέρες μας είναι αίμα.
Και μη γελιέστε.
Δεν είναι κανένα λιόγερμα που χτυπάει τον απέναντι τοίχο.
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