Tuesday, February 08, 2005
(television silence)
for the two of you who care, here's some thoughtspace on a story I'm working on (one of two):
it's about a girl, born in Mexico City, named Olivia--she reads too much, draws on the walls at her church and listens to tapes that she steals from a record store that sells American pop. when she was seventeen she left for Spain in the early 80's against her father's will. there, she found la "Movida Madrileña"--a loose post-Franco movement amongst the youngfolk of Madrid that involved postpunk, rebeliousness, art, hope and a recalcitrant idealism centered around street culture. motherless, yet imbued with the sentiment that the traditional culture of her native Mexico was malignant, she never returned. years later, now thirtysomething, and after earning her education while in Spain, she goes to the US to teach Spanish and explore Amerikkka. after teaching class one afternoon, a fellow teacher hands her a package that was put in his box accidentally. all that it contains is a web address and an old Polaroid of her from Madrid in the 80's.
then, she remembers...
(Franco's dictatorship as a metaphor for latin-american patriarchal structures/painting with the same gun you wanted to put to your father's heart/ a mother's absence/postpunk and eyedealogy/how hard it is to be a thinking woman in Mexican culture/)
then...
