My Malargüe Nothing

In Malargüe, it was hard to see

and all my Argentinan girls didn´t help,

they just rubbed themselves some more

on my nervous tourist´s knee.

The sun came and went somewhere else.

When it goes, it´s cold like the difference

between a book on the bookstore shelf

and the one you buy, the one you´re sold.

I watched myself arrange the wood

so that fire might happen. The food

I wanted to swallow, hiding in the membrane

of some pig´s innards, lost

the meal´s plot, slurring in my proud flames.

The sausages fell apart - it was the witches´ fault.

Their waiting in the fine slime growing

in that lightless hole of the touthless hag

curling a blurry nail, her subject proposing

my object a date.

I did not, in the end,

see Las Cavernas de las Brujas in Malargüe.

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More pictures from Malargüe:

These two pictures are to show a thing unique to the province of Mendoza. Everywhere there are little canals the channel the water from the mountains to water parks, trees and whatever else needs water. We used this method on the farm to irrigate the crops and Luis told me that originates from the agricultural methods of the Mapuche tribe, who were just conquered by the Incas before the Spanish arrived.

I always was a fan of the concern for the practical in Camus´s philosophy.

I saw a lot of these little homages to Perón in Mendoza. As much of Argentina was won by military efforts, and through much in-fighting between generals, which played right through to the series of dictatorships in the 20th century, there is a lot of homages to generals and military officials.

Peron, in a nutshell, was the biggest political personality in Argentina during the 20th century. A general himself, he transformed the country into what was essentially a version of national socialism. Sympathetic to the Nazis and Italian Fascists, it´s a good reason why so many exiled here after the war.