ON ANTHROPOPHAGIA: Marisol Plard Narváez
By Brenda Torres-Figueroa
“The body contained by a hole, as intimate and hurtful as the mother’s body, warm as the memory: like the act of coming in and out of the body, without permission. The memory is sitting still building a hollow that persists, that sustains us. Acting pain intoxicated by death. In an act that [...]
