Lo Que Se Hereda No Se Hurta

Film Jan 15, 2021

This is a short film I’ve been workingish on for about a month now (mostly trying to get the end (closer)), which I’m really excited to share!

Some weeks ago as I sat down to write this flowed through me first:

I am calling on the ancestors of the water to accompany me in writing tonight. May the rain that falls outside pitter patter on the pavement and the good old roof holding out above me bring the thoughts and dreams and memories of my ancestors in the stars.

Now I’m sitting on a bench at the edge of the world. Only a little distance ahead of cliff and rocks where water pools, in and out, before the open ocean, the wind, dissolve into the glowing gray streaks of the clouds. The wind wraps around me, fills my ears and throat. Two black birds swoop in an elegant arc below, crying out over the waves’ soft sweep. I feel good; I’m grateful. It’s nice to go out for long, easy walks and be able to stop in solitary places along the way because there are many.

The bench is a tiny silhouette in the distance along the top of the cliff, accompanying the cacti that reach to the silvery light and scattering clouds above. In the foreground, the sand is mixed up like bed head into little peaks. To the right, a bit of level sea and darker clouds. Photo by Nico, Jan 2021, Heuntelauquén, Chile.

I wanted to look in the archives for hints of future/ism/s where those of us who fight to exist in the present, might flourish and tend to each other easily. Where apocalypses past and ongoing are recognized and grieved properly, so we might find new ways of being. To travel back to earth from an outer space in your own backyard to “write in air as plants write... like the water’s edge writes a tide line” (Christensen).

One of several cow carcasses I spot on a long walk up a gully where I try to shield from the wind to hear words I hold close. A flat, dry expanse with some small shrubs and cacti extends out from under the bones dirty holding decomposition. La cordillera de la costa rises from the horizon into a castle of cloud. Photo by Nico, Jan 2021, Heuntelauquén, Chile.

The weekend I got back to my parents’ home in Santiago, too hot and big for a family tensing, tied with cobwebs, it seemed to me that Mami kept repeating a saying I’d never heard: “lo que se hereda no se hurta.” Literally, it translates to something like “what’s inherited isn’t stolen,” or (more loosely) “what you get you don’t take.” An English equivalent might be “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree;” “like father, like son.”

My two feet emerge from billowy black pants to sink half-obscured into a small, round patch of the finest sand I find. Shadows and light play on the small waves of the shifting ground. It is warm and pillowy. Photo by Nico, Jan 2021, Heuntelauquén, Chile.

I had, that weekend, to do my last assignment of my four years of college; yet another found-footage film. But all the past classes I’d had that assignment, I found some somewhat way around it, so I never actually worked just with old material to which I had no relation. I decided to do it properly this time. Skimming intuitively through the Prelinger Archive Home Movies, I searched for small moments that struck me, stuck with me, in some way or another. It was a refreshing openness. But it didn’t come together until I drew on the more personal archive of my phone’s voice recording, where I found some songs, poems, and leads of where else to find helpful sounds. It feels unfinished in small ways, of course, but I think it’s time.

My last writing was a continuation/conjunction of the film, the ongoing attempt to articulate, and I think this expresses it more directly (my feeling to you). I hope you enjoy it and would love to hear your thoughts, though I have been very slow to communicate these days; my apologies.

And an offering of light, a sister figure reading against the curtains, a corner of chair, a golden slice of stillness for the road. Photo by Nico, Jan 2021, Heuntelauquén, Chile.
An amusing, somewhat accurate page from my beach read (My Brilliant Friend, by Elena Ferrante). Let’s be friends on Goodreads! My username is nicoveleo :)

Much love,