Of Good Sense From a canvas by César Vallejo I must tell you, mother that there is a place in the world that everyone calls New York. A high and distant place and even higher, higher than the church at the top of Monserrate and its sleepwalking pigeons, higher and more distant than the volcano in which our species perished and its blue ashes burning our mestizo faces, more distant than I myself was when I went to Paris to visit Vallejo, higher than Vallejo who now plays Vallejo on the ground. High and distant like me, seen from below when I jump naked into the Hudson to swim and encounter immigrants tryi...