Paradero 69 — Revista

Revista Paradero 69 does not declare a party line, yet its politics emerge through form. By privileging anonymous, collective, and recycled content, it resists the neoliberal cult of the author as brand. Its commitment to low-cost, low-tech production makes it accessible to those excluded from digital and academic gatekeeping. Several issues have been seized by police at public events, not for explicit content, but for “inciting the obstruction of public transit”—a charge that the magazine gleefully reprints in subsequent issues as a badge of honor.

The magazine’s material instability is a political statement. Unlike the glossy, archival permanence of institutional art reviews, Paradero 69 declares its obsolescence: it is meant to be read on a subway, lost, marked, torn, or passed hand to hand. This ephemerality, paradoxically, has generated a cult of preservation among collectors and librarians—a tension the magazine openly parodies in its back-cover colophon: “This issue will decompose in sunlight. Photocopy it for a friend before it fades.” Revista Paradero 69

The number “69” adds a second layer: the sexual position as reciprocal, non-hierarchical, and unfinished. Across issues, queer and feminist contributors reclaim the number to explore mutual pleasure, but also mutual abandonment—the impossibility of arrival. In issue 4 (or 14; pagination is unreliable), a short story describes two lovers who agree to meet at Paradero 69—a stop that does not exist on any official map—and the narrative spirals into a Borgesian meditation on how imagined places become real through repeated invocation. Revista Paradero 69 does not declare a party

The physical object of Revista Paradero 69 is inseparable from its meaning. Typically saddle-stitched with canary-yellow covers and rough-cut pages, the magazine smells of toner and tobacco. Images are often blurred or overexposed; text columns wander off the page. Layouts mimic the chance encounters of a bus journey: a poem by an unknown Oaxacan poet sits beside a photographic series of abandoned bus stops in Ecatepec, followed by a recipe for pulque curado and a theoretical fragment on the dérive. Contributors range from established names (such as Cristina Rivera Garza or Julián Herbert) to anonymous street artists and self-taught writers whose work arrives as handwritten manuscripts slipped under the editor’s door. Several issues have been seized by police at