No copies of this work may be distributed electronically outside of the subscribed institution, in whole or in part, without express written permission from the JHU Press . This revolutionary publishing model depends on mutual trust between user and publisher . Not always not always were the signs of pain so blurred nor the footfalls so faint. The hollowness of the word enacts the duration of memory imaginary texture of a strange and familiar desire. In the suburbs of the night my illusions dwell and on the fringes of the real a drunken voice hallucinates slaughtering the intrusion of time.
History is nothing but fabulation.
Memory is always an invasion of the void. And the suburbs of the night are webbed in the interspace of alleys in the relics and ruins of the future in the figures of oblivion flaring shadows under the luminaries. Leda Martins , one of the co-editors of this issue of Callaloo, of Belo Horizonte is a professor of literature at the Federal University of Minas Gerais.