Wednesday, January 27, 2010

we washed the golden fleece and laid it in the sun to dry

1. more effective than a ribbon or a ring
2. an exercise in sinesthesia

Friday, January 22, 2010

e o que eu não sei mas

baby de os mutants

Oh Walt Whitman

Ustedes que no conocen
esta jaula
¿Han cantado alguna vez
a la libertad?
Porque el carcelario gozó
con su delito
sin embargo
yo que no soy delincuente
estoy preso
y canto a lo libre
a lo que vuela
a lo que canta
sin ningún provecho personal

R. G. Jattin

You who don't know
this cage
Have you ever once sung
to liberty?
Because the prisoner took pleasure
in his crime
I who am no delincuent
am imprisoned
and I sing to what is free
to what flies
to what sings
without any personal gain