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Craziness of a Certain Kind
And it continued: “You’re long gone, Susana.” The light was the same then as it is now, not so reddish; but it was the same poor light without light, wrapped in the white cloth of mist that is now. It was the same time. Me here, by the door watching the sunrise and watching as you were leaving, following the path of heaven; where heaven was beginning to open in lights, taking you away, ever more fading among the shadows of the earth.
Was the last time I saw you. You grazed with your body the branches of paradise that are on the sidewalk and took with your air its last leaves. And then you disappeared. I told you, “Come back Susana! “.
— PEDRO PARAMO — Juan Rulfo
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In Praise of Craziness of a Certain Kind
on cold evenings
my grandmother,
with ownership of half her mind —
the other half having flown back to Bohemia —
Spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,
and what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightening of years,
