Leonardo On-Line: LMJ Contents

Unhoused, unbelonging? Or, is 'the home' a fluid concept?
Suspended, through "the labyrinth," existence adjustment
---in neighborhoods where "a person is a person because of other people," and other neighborhoods where each one is for oneself---
"living on both sides, trying to mediate between them."
And in both places, history presses at the craft:

Great Zimbabwe and Machu Picchu
Pedro Alvares Cabral and Vasco da Gama
Atlantic slave trade and Entradas
Tupac Amaru and Bambatha
Nelson Mandela and Che Guevara
São Paulo and Lagos
Maskanda and Vallenato

diamond mines, cane estates
coffee beans, tobacco leaves
rubber, ivory, crude oil haciendas
precious timber (sliced or fried)
arms dealers left, cocaine traders right
plant the landmines, harvest the landmines (repeat)
mercedes viva benz
authentic world music trafficking
hail the tourists (repeat)

Floods (much-needed helicopters are fighting a war elsewhere)
Famines (more helicopters on order to irrigate the fields)
Child soldiers, massacres, mutilations, mass graves, refugees
The slums (and dump us our daily toxic waste)
The tyrants (we know which despot to dispose of just to usher in the next)
Elite corruption and IMF-prescribed poverty
The cries of "Pachakuteq! Inkallay!" and "Mayebuye! Afrika!"

After every shock: foraging through the rubble
After every blow: retuning the guitars
After every coup: sifting the ashes
After "Things [have] Fall[en] Apart": picking up the pieces
"The Inhabitant and His Hope," this "Stubborn Hope," insists "I hope still, therefore I am."