Invocation of Tezcatlipoca

O master, O our lord, the city is as a baby, a child. Perhaps it has heard, perhaps it has exhorted itself, perhaps of its own accord it has tugged at its flank, at its ear. Perhaps it has reflected as much. Perhaps of its own accord it has punished itself, castigated itself, perhaps itContinue reading “Invocation of Tezcatlipoca”

To the memory of Xipaguazin Moctezuma

Sant Jaume de Toloriu, Alt Urgell, Catalunya There’s a story—half legend half history, as these things go—that I love and hardly ever see around in English. Mondays are good days for storytelling. Start your week sipping on this: in the part of Spain that isn’t Spain and isn’t quite yet France, there’s a town soContinue reading “To the memory of Xipaguazin Moctezuma”