BOMB 106 Winter 2009

106 Winter 2008
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Jorge Macchi by Edgardo Rudnitzky

“I’m absolutely against categorizations. Their function is to tranquilize the spectator.”

Smiljan Radic by Jose Castillo
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Though we share acquaintances, Smiljan Radic and I have never met in person, nor spoken over the phone. This interview is the result of a series of email exchanges between Smiljan in Santiago and myself in Mexico City during October of 2008.

Lucrecia Martel by Haden Guest
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“tradition is one thing and conservatism is another. You conserve something that is not alive, something that no longer functions, that is rotten. If something is alive there is no need to conserve it. Nobody conserves a garden.”

Nicanor Parra: The Worst Is Behind by Raúl Zurita
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The most radical living nonagenarian, Chilean Nicanor Parra has been practicing antipoetry for over half a century. In this essay poet Raúl Zurita releases the detonating force of Parra’s classic text/image artifacts.

Guillermo Kuitca by Matias Duville
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“You feel so guilty about copying yourself, about using yourself as a reference, that at times it’s easier to swipe things from others.”

Josefina Guilisasti by Yoshua Okon
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“As I see it, the crisis of Minimalism—its implicit puritanism—isn’t unique to Chile or to Latin America, but, rather, is global.”

César Aira by María Moreno
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César Aira’s body of work is a perfect machine for invention—he writes without necessity or any apparent forebears, always as if for the first time. 

Cristina Peri Rossi by Carmen Boullosa
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Crazy people tend to have lots of talent. It must be a sort of compensation.

Babasónicos by Laureana Toledo
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Combine Sai Baba with the suffix “sonic” and what you get is Babasónicos: an enigmatic name for a Buenos Aires-based band that neither practices meditation nor follows any gurus. 

First Proof

Venice Without Me (Piazza San Marco) by María Moreno

“Venice, a great sewer of traditionalism”

Three Poems by Germán Carrasco

Héctor Figueroa Watching the Stars

I go to work like a lonely man

Three Poems by Washington Cucurto

From La máquina de hacer paraguayitas (The machine for making little Paraguayans)

Blackness Ascendant

Ay by Lina Meruane

Ay, the smell was swept up, stirred, and scrambled into the air when your father slammed the door; I had barely noticed it until he appeared in the doorway and raised his hand over his nose, covering his mouth. 

Four Poems by Raúl Zurita


They’ve bombarded La Moneda and a

My Two Worlds by Sergio Chejfec

Only a few days are left before another birthday, and if I’ve decided to begin this way it’s because two friends, through their books, have made me realize that these days can be a cause to reflect, to make excuses, or to justify the years lived.

Four Poems by Ida Vitale


The carousel, the roundabout, the what-

Ut Pictura Poesis by Roberto Echavarren

Brazil was a giant torpedo, green,
and several World War II soldiers at its feet.

My Life as a Man: An Intimate Diary by Alan Pauls


So tired of being a man. 

Artists On Artists

Alejandro Cesarco by Nicolás Guagnini

Alejandro Cesarco works brazenly in a tradition, the aesthetic confines of classic conceptual art. In his work, text prevails over image—replacing it or transforming it.

Fernanda Laguna by Andrew Moszynski
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Andrew Moszynski on why optimism is at the heart of the socioeconomic statements Fernanda Laguna makes with her paintings, drawings, poems and plays.

Sebastián Patané Masuelli by Emma Wilcox
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Sebastián Patané Masuelli once answered an asinine question of mine about his influences with the quip, “If we had planned to arrive in this country we would have done certain things in advance, like learn the language.”

Guillermo Cabrera Infante by Oscar Hijuelos
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A must for readers of literature, Cabrera Infante’s books are a fantastic distillation of a unique and impassioned—quite Cuban—consciousness. 


BOMB Specific by Cristóbal Lehyt

The very activity of drawing requires you to find your bearings—at least that’s how I see it.