Eduardo is a Venezuelan writer and aspiring digital nomad. His debut novel, La Tormenta: Farsa contemporánea sobre tiempo, hip hop y magia, is now available in Spanish and is being translated into English.
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Dissecting the video-essay: “Perreo as a spatio-temporal re-configurator”
https://vimeo.com/313734066 Reggaeton took over the planet. Latin music had never been so popular, so present in the global arena, so influential. But, is the world ready for a formal, scholastic study of the phenomenon? Eduardo Makoszay Mayén seems to …
An introduction to Jodo’s movies: “Who Is Alejandro Jodorowsky?”
How to decipher Alejandro Jodorowsky’s symbolic film world? Here’s an introduction.
Tales of a Venezuelan ExpatTales of a Venezuelan Expat: Dispatch #2 (Disorder and Progress)
Note: The following takes place between October 2018 and January 2019. I’m not in control. I’m trusting the currents to guide my ship to safe ports, trusting the process, letting go. I’m learning along the way. The biggest lesson so far has been how to …
Alan Moore spills the beans on the Book Shambles podcast
Arguably the most respected comic book writer, Alan Moore, gives you more information that you can chew in one sitting.
A rare David Lynch interview about meditation, creativity and the absence of anger
A never-before-heard interview with David Lynch by Mitch Horowitz, mostly about meditation and creativity.
“Blood and Rockets: Movement I, Saga of Jack Parsons – Movement II, Too the Moon” by The Claypool Lennon Delirium
The Claypool Lennon Delirium masterfully tells the story of rocket scientist/ occultist Jack Parsons.
Tales of a Venezuelan ExpatTales of a Venezuelan Expat: Dispatch #1 (Don’t cry for me, Argentina)
I’m lost in space. Lost. As it turns out the poets were right, you can’t go back home again. The Venezuela that raised me doesn’t exist anymore, that much everybody knows, but the situation got so unendurable that I’m finally aware of my limits. As it turns out I’m not an indestructible machine but a leaf floating in the wind, directionless and at the mercy of the gods.
