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It was a shoe, a shoe thrown into the middle of the asphalt expanse. Neither 2 nor 4 nor 8, nor any other even number, but the odd number par excellence: 1. Billy the Kid, making the journey from Sacramento to Boulder City with his professional mountain-climber father, was used to travelling in the back bed of the truck among the millimetre ropes, the Petzl harnesses and the large assortment of carabiners.

Billy the Kid was beaming. They had breakfast at the first gas station they came to — the classic, deep-fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and coffee — and Billy the Kid, swirling the dregs of his decaf coffee, pictured his mother a few hours earlier when, at the entrance to the town, and possessed of a beauty that to the child seemed definitive, she had drawn his head to her breast before giving him a kiss.

Billy the Kid slept in the back and when he woke, in the distance, stock-still on the asphalt like a rabbit without a litter, paralysed by the uncertainty that is a magnet to solitude, he saw it, a high-heeled shoe, brown perhaps from the desert earth, or perhaps actually brown. Neither 2 nor 4 nor 8, nor any other even number.

A text after Nocilla Dream by Agustín Fernández Mallo

The sun and snow have been eating away at the vehicle since a man who was never seen again left it there. His name was Pat, Pat Garrett.

He showed up one November evening, just as the temperature was about to drop, asked for a girl, the youngest they had, and Sherry stepped forward. His penchant for the photos came from his time at the bank, from seeing so many people; he always found himself imagining what their faces would be like, and their bodies, in a context beyond the teller window — itself somewhat akin to the frame of a photograph.

But after receiving the inheritance money, his other penchant, gambling, had seen him lose almost the entire sum.

Now he was headed east, to New York, in search of more photos. He opened the suitcase and began passing her photos.

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Picking one from the deck she was confronted with the unmistakable visage of her mother. She was smiling with her arm around a man who, Sherry understood, was the father she had never met.

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He stayed on for several days after that, during which time she stopped charging him, cooked his food, and neither of them set foot outside the room. The next day, having discarded the possibility that he had fallen down the well or gone to Ely for cigarettes, she sat and waited until nightfall with her sight fixed on U. Nevada TV are doing a special programme on freeway prostitution. Into the microphone they ask: What are you proudest of, Sherry?

In the middle of the Nevada desert stands a solitary poplar tree, covered in hundreds of pairs of shoes.

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Further along U. Route 50, a lonely prostitute falls in love with a collector of found photographs.

Passing through semi-mountainous desert, it links Carson City and the town of Ely. A highway in which, it ought to be stressed, there is precisely nothing. A mile stretch with a brothel at either end.

In conceptual terms, only one thing on the entire route vaguely calls to mind the existence of humanity: Falconetti, an ex-boxer from San Francisco, had decided to walk the length of it.

He went into a shop in Carson City, a supermarket with five foreshortened, ridiculous shelves. A stump, he thought, if these five shelves were fingers. He bought bread, a large number of freeze-dried sachets of jerky, and some butter cookies. He set off, passing through the city limits, leaving them behind; the silhouetted plateau rose up before him in the distance.

After a time he came past the Honey Route, the last brothel before the desert commenced, and Samantha, a dyed brunette who was doing her toenails in the shade of the porch, acknowledged him in the same way she always acknowledged passing cars, trucks and pedestrians, simply wishing them luck, though on this occasion she also said: It was a shoe, a shoe thrown into the middle of the asphalt expanse. Neither 2 nor 4 nor 8, nor any other even number, but the odd number par excellence: Billy the Kid, making the journey from Sacramento to Boulder City with his professional mountain-climber father, was used to travelling in the back bed of the truck among the millimetre ropes, the Petzl harnesses and the large assortment of carabiners.

Billy the Kid was beaming.

They had breakfast at the first gas station they came to — the classic, deep-fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and coffee — and Billy the Kid, swirling the dregs of his decaf coffee, pictured his mother a few hours earlier when, at the entrance to the town, and possessed of a beauty that to the child seemed definitive, she had drawn his head to her breast before giving him a kiss. Billy the Kid slept in the back and when he woke, in the distance, stock-still on the asphalt like a rabbit without a litter, paralysed by the uncertainty that is a magnet to solitude, he saw it, a high-heeled shoe, brown perhaps from the desert earth, or perhaps actually brown.

Postpoetry. Towards a new paradigm

Neither 2 nor 4 nor 8, nor any other even number. Love, he thought, like trees, needs tending to.

The sun and snow have been eating away at the vehicle since a man who was never seen again left it there. His name was Pat, Pat Garrett. He showed up one November evening, just as the temperature was about to drop, asked for a girl, the youngest they had, and Sherry stepped forward.

His penchant for the photos came from his time at the bank, from seeing so many people; he always found himself imagining what their faces would be like, and their bodies, in a context beyond the teller window — itself somewhat akin to the frame of a photograph.

But after receiving the inheritance money, his other penchant, gambling, had seen him lose almost the entire sum. Now he was headed east, to New York, in search of more photos. He opened the suitcase and began passing her photos.

Picking one from the deck she was confronted with the unmistakable visage of her mother. She was smiling with her arm around a man who, Sherry understood, was the father she had never met.In its parody line, the text offers us another version of alterglobalization: In the narrative we discover a colony or American characters who decide to take their modus vivendi to China.

Further along U. Deleuze and Guattari. Life online is not all trivial or tedious, but the greatest things about the internet—the way it makes a seemingly limitless array of cultural resources available to us, for instance, or the way it connects people across great distances in real time—are the hardest things for a novel to depict.

Billy the Kid, making the journey from Sacramento to Boulder City with his professional mountain-climber father, was used to travelling in the back bed of the truck among the millimetre ropes, the Petzl harnesses and the large assortment of carabiners. The Scottish writer Ali Smith is now three volumes into her own Seasonal Quartet, books that have been written in a matter of weeks and published almost immediately after their completion.

Postpoesía

He went into a shop in Carson City, a supermarket with five foreshortened, ridiculous shelves. Farrar, Straus and Giroux. The Nocilla universe seems to be in its charted form or in its conceptual image a representation of the archipelago of altermodernity, that is, a symbolic representation of the most recent cultural practices, in which disparity, multiculturality and multiplicity chaos recover the idea of modernity by re-forming a positive image of chaos.

In this sense, the tree becomes the central metaphorical image in the narration, for the shoes—strung on the branches of its contained universe—become metonymic vestiges of the beings that inhabit the Nocilla universe.

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