Amparoar

seek and ye shall be found

2012-01-30T12:55:00.000-08:00

an attractive receptacle for my insanity

2012-01-17T19:48:00.000-08:00

homenaje to the overlapping hilos of time

2012-01-01T23:35:00.000-08:00

Tonight Aaron gave me my 2012 horoscope on University Avenue in San Diego. Aaron, you have not offended me. You have delighted me with your gorgeous eyelashes and tipsy sincerity, you are so handsome. These are for you:

Nonadaptation

I was not made to live anywhere except in Paradise.

Such, simply, was my genetic inadaptation.

Here on earth every prick of a rose-thorn changed into a wound.
whenever the sun hid behind a cloud, I grieved.

I pretended to work like others from morning to evening,
but I was absent, dedicated to invisible countries.

For solace I escaped to city parks, there to observe
and faithfully describe flowers and trees, but they changed,
under my hand, into the gardens of Paradise.

I have not loved a woman with my five senses.
I only wanted from her my sister, from before the banishment.

And I respected religion, for on this earth of pain
it was a funereal and a propitiatory song.

--Czeslaw Milosz

love letter to an anonymous future lover written on october 23, 2001 in iowa city

2011-12-17T12:47:00.000-08:00

Darling,

Do you think--no. You must not think you are the only person who feels lonely. Like an overlooked genius far from her temperate climate. No. We are not the only people who find it difficult moving around in our skin, trying to make our own skin adapt to this stupid new world. Can't do that though. Here, our skin is the only thing we have--the only thing we share a story with. We can't recreate it. That would be suicide. No, we don't have the only aching arms or the only cold pillows or the only inside jokes between ourselves and ourselves. We aren't the only ones who daydream.

Love,

J.F.

she feeds me tea and oranges

2011-12-06T21:44:00.001-08:00

self sabotage | egatobas fles

2011-11-12T21:01:00.000-08:00

cut off my legs, papantla

2011-10-15T00:13:00.000-07:00

grace

2011-09-23T00:12:00.000-07:00

gospel medley: city of gold, god's beautiful city

2011-08-26T07:43:00.000-07:00

counting bedbugs

2011-08-17T12:05:00.000-07:00

starfish brains

2011-06-26T18:34:00.000-07:00

look look away over

2011-06-16T06:30:00.000-07:00

boom shaka laka

2011-06-10T10:31:00.000-07:00

in the raw wind

2011-05-18T18:30:00.001-07:00

be mine

2011-05-08T12:58:00.000-07:00

spilled lentils

2011-04-25T10:09:00.000-07:00

1. al canario le dio un soponcio
2. vinieron hasta mi tierra en busca de esa fuente, y les dio puro hierro
3. a wingless bird decked in tiny green feathers
4. a chalk map on asphalt
5. una sentencia

all untangled

2011-04-20T09:22:00.000-07:00

manifiesto

2011-04-06T16:05:00.000-07:00

equidistant

2011-03-31T19:42:00.000-07:00

la biblioteca prófuga de R. Arenas, 1973

2011-03-27T19:34:00.000-07:00

La Ilíada de Homero
Del Orinoco a Amazonas
La montaña mágica
El castillo

what you sewed underneath the flag

2011-03-13T15:43:00.000-07:00

1. if you had ten wishes, you would keep just one
2. and, after the intoxication, vomit watermelon pulp
3. bagazo
4. into tiny cups
5. as if it were medicine
6. that symbol you sewed underneath the flag
7. intimate, ínfima, infamous
8. arrows that absorb electric light
9. anticipate emergencies
10. along the endless corridor

striptease

2011-03-07T06:17:00.001-08:00

i'll trade you one piece of clothing for a sentence
any string of words you have for me

the fish, the gourd, the seething sea

2011-02-18T07:51:00.000-08:00

The fish
1. A big fish or whale (of unspecified species) did indeed swallow Jonah.
2. A special creation (not any fish we know of) of God accomplished the act.
3. There was no fish: the story is an allegory, the fish is a literary device in the story, the story is a vision or a dream. etc.
4. The originators of the story did indeed intend for the story to be taken literally, and it was subsequently believed to be literally true by the pre-scientific culture in which the story originated and flourished.

The gourd
1. But We cast him forth on the naked shore in a state of sickness,/And We caused to grow, over him, a spreading plant of the gourd kind
2. Gilgamesh plucks his plant from the floor of the sea which he reached by tying stones to his feet. Once he makes it back to the shore, the rejuvenating plant is eaten by a serpent.
3. Thou hast had pity on the gourd, for which thou hast not laboured, neither madest it grow, which came up in a night, and perished in a night...

The seething sea
1. The seething sea ceaseth, thus the seething sea sufficeth us.
2. The seething seas ceaseth, and twiceth the seething seas sufficeth us.

non sequential sensory deprivation (defenestration now)

2011-02-07T15:28:00.000-08:00

Ocularists
In short, they paint artificial eyes. It sounds easier than it is, since as with real eyes, no two are exactly the same.

Gold reclaimers
They scour old teeth for fillings, melting the gold from them with broken gold jewelry into tiny gold pellets, which are then resold to jewelers.

Safecrackers
When combinations are lost or forgotten, safecrackers use their ears and fingers to open the safe.

dedicated to chichis glam, whose absence is like a solar eclipse

2011-02-06T07:59:00.000-08:00

anticucho para treinta

2011-02-04T05:52:00.000-08:00

autochthonous mini fiction

2011-01-11T13:54:00.000-08:00

This is one of the busiest days of the year for the postal service, so there was quite a line at the post office. As I was standing in the line, a man poked his head through the door, looked around, said, "I did this enough in Vietnam; I ain't gon' do it here," and walked out. I wasn't sure what he meant.

A. Forsythe, 20.Dec.10

touch, down

2010-12-15T13:15:00.000-08:00

2010-12-08T19:57:00.000-08:00

a copper coin on the tip of the tongue

2010-12-01T16:07:00.000-08:00

1. boil a pot full of rosemary; do not remove the roots, do not shake off the dirt
2. there is more under the windows and hanging over the bed
3. the sour smell of fermented vegetables makes you tremble
4. and the carpet scrapes your palms
5. walking hours on red roads stains your socks to the ankles
6. she stopped the car, walked into the field, and picked cotton for free
7. mix together grits and ground beef, deep fry in peanut oil
8. never tell anyone about the myth i wove
9. or, if you do, weave it over again to spare me some sorrow
10. she clutches a hand me down handkercheif as if it were a diamond ring
11. an emerald studded wristwatch worn after the whistle
12. fold your arms across your chest and lie until you've truthed

one day the sea is willing to bear you upon her back like a liquid elephant

2010-11-21T19:40:00.000-08:00

If I devote myself to other pursuits and contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I do not pursue them sitting upon another man's shoulders. I must get off him first, that he may pursue his contemplations too. See what gross inconsistency is tolerated. HDT, "CD"

times tables

2010-11-09T19:06:00.000-08:00

screen door, noche enmalezada

2010-10-22T22:14:00.000-07:00

north star blues

2010-10-10T10:19:00.000-07:00

polygamy or the crack in the molasses jar

2010-10-02T11:26:00.000-07:00

[Il] divisait les êtres en trois catégories : ceux qui préfèrent n'avoir rien à cacher plutôt que d'être obligés de mentir, ceux qui préfèrent mentir plutôt que de n'avoir rien à cacher, et ceux enfin qui aiment en même temps le mensonge et le secret. JPS, La chute

TSOBF, Ch. 3

2010-09-30T20:55:00.000-07:00

...think that the Negro's only hope lies in emigration beyond the borders of the United States. And yet, by the irony of fate, nothing more effectually made this programme seem hopeless than the recent course of the United States toward weaker and darker peoples in the West Indies, Hawaii, and the Phillipines, -for where in the world may we go and be safe from lying and brute force?

quién fuera rosario ... para contarte los dedos

2010-09-29T08:06:00.001-07:00

all the possible objects of the verb require

2010-09-28T09:16:00.000-07:00

patillas de Vicente Guerrero, lentes de Malcom X

2010-09-26T12:49:00.000-07:00

El abogado se sentó en la mesa y estudió la cara de Héctor en silencio.

Héctor trató de hacer lo mismo. Le veía las sienes, el área donde el pelo cedía a la patilla y empezaba a crecer más áspero. Le veía el labio inferior. Se concentraba en el pequeño agujero en que se insertaba el aro de plata. Se concentraba en respirar profundo para que el cosquilleo que le entraba por la base de la columna vertebral no saliera de ahí.

"Supongo que te pareces a la foto", dijo el abogado.

"¿Cuál foto?"

El abogado puso un sobre tamaño carta en la mesa.

"No lo vayas a abrir."

los lápices de carpintería clavados en mitad del estómago

2010-09-23T08:30:00.000-07:00

where i got my hands

2010-09-06T08:04:00.001-07:00

anthromorphic metropole to stage intervention with words on a string

2010-09-03T09:06:00.000-07:00

The Western metropole must confront its postcolonial history, told by its influx of postwar migrants and refugees, as an indigenous or native narrative iternal to its national identity.

Double Fisted Draw

2010-08-30T11:07:00.000-07:00

carrying a two story metal staircase down the street

2010-08-27T21:22:00.000-07:00

this week a bee landed on my plate and struck a pose in my taco. i tried to coax it onto the table with a piece of pineapple, then the stallkeeper noticed my discomfort and took it between his fingers and carried it over to a dandelion. but it came back and started swimming in the salsa until the man fished it out by its tiny thorax and put it on the same flower. when i walked away it was drying itself off.

when a bee lands around you, it is a sign that you are afraid of the wrong thing. remember that. watch them stay, watch them go, watch the teeth marks in your arm.

traducir e intraducir

2010-08-26T09:41:00.000-07:00

tiro de gracia, puntualizar, apuntar, externar, rearticularse, damnificar, priorizar, indemnizar, cuenca del caribe, neutralizar el contenido, desgranar, autodeterminación, integrado por, campesino, agroecológico, chacra, expansión sojera, monocultivo, por las buenas o por las malas, estado de excepción, agronegocio, tejido colectivo, asentamiento, plantarle cara, trueque, hacer las veces, lustrabotas, vendedor, clientelismo

capúllole

2010-08-25T16:06:00.000-07:00

13 Colonies of British North America

2010-08-21T07:41:00.000-07:00

1. 1607 VIRGINIA (Elizabeth I, Virgin Queen of England)*
2. 1620 MASSACHUSETTS (M. Indian word, "large hill place")*
3. 1623 NEW HAMPSHIRE (County of Hampshire)*
4. 1634 MARYLAND (Queen Henrietta Maria, wife of K. Charles I)
5. 1635 CONNECTICUT (Algonquin, "land on the long tidal river")
6. 1636 RHODE ISLAND ("Roodt Eylandt", Azd. Dutch, "red earth")
7. 1638 DELAWARE (Lord de la Warr, Norman Fr., "de le werre")
8. 1653 NORTH CAROLINA (King Charles I, Latin "Carolous")*
9. 1663 SOUTH CAROLINA (King Charles I)*
10. 1664 NEW JERSEY (Island of Jersey in English Channel)*
11. 1664 NEW YORK (Duke of York)*
12. 1682 PENNSYLVANIA (William Penn's father, Latin "Sylvania")
13. 1732 GEORGIA (King George II)*

*Royal Colony

mentalízalo bien pajarito

2010-08-16T16:38:00.001-07:00

EL ORACULO DEL PORVENIR
ESPESIAL

El planeta que reinaba cuando naciste, favorece mucho tu destino,
Vives con la preocupación de un amor incierto, te duele la indiferencia con que te trata.
Pero no desesperes que pronto resibiras demostraciones de afecto se trata de una persona noble y sincera que te profesa gran cariño.
Debo decirte algo más

Said traduce Gramsci traduce Szurmuk

2010-07-27T18:59:00.000-07:00

El punto de partida para la elaboración crítica es la conciencia de lo que uno es en realidad y que ‘el conocerse a sí mismo’ es un producto de los procesos históricos que han depositado en uno una infinidad de marcas sin dejar un inventario (16).

arropado tan sólo por el viento

2010-07-26T18:32:00.000-07:00

1. put down your stick of chalk
2. get on the train and leave
3. take off all your muletillas
4. pretend you are the clue
5. the clue is underneath the pile of your discarded muletillas
6. the clue is an anagram made with the first letters of the maternal last names of all the passengers in car number eight
7. that’s the car that carried miners south
8. now it’s full of brick masons disguised as chamber musicians disguised as brick masons
9. brick mason is an anagram for
10. you erected a train station using apocryphal desires
11. get on the train and leave
12. whether or not it is right whether or not it is certain
13. put down your stick of chalk
14. put your ear to the panoramic window

autumn lungs

2010-07-25T12:30:00.000-07:00

in addition to that willow cabin we talked about

2010-07-14T11:09:00.000-07:00

Casi obsceno

Si quisieras oír lo que me digo en la almohada
el rubor de tu rostro sería la recompensa
Son palabras tan íntimas como mi propia carne
que padece el dolor de tu implacable recuerdo

Te cuento ¿Sí? ¿No te vengarás un día? Me digo:
Besaría esa boca lentamente hasta volverla roja
Y en tu sexo el milagro de una mano que baja
en el momento más inesperado y como por azar
lo toca con ese fervor que inspira lo sagrado

No soy malvado___Trato de enamorarte
Intento ser sincero con lo enfermo que estoy
y entrar en el maleficio de tu cuerpo
como un río que teme el mar pero siempre muere en él

R. G. Jattin

Almost Obscene

If you’d like to hear what I say into the pillow
the flush from your cheeks could be my reward
The words are as intimate as my own flesh
which bears the pain of your implacable memory

Should I tell you? Will you use it against me someday? I say:
I would kiss that mouth slowly I would turn it red
And between your legs the miracle of a hand that reaches
in the most unexpected moment and as if by chance
touches you with a fervor reserved for sacred things

I'm no villain___I’m trying to make love to you
I’m trying to be honest about my sickness
and to plunge into the your body’s curse
like the river that fears the sea yet always dies in her

whiteface is and whiteface isn't

2010-07-10T06:18:00.000-07:00

From Kander and Ebb's musical version of The Scottsboro Boys

If the South is many places and many times running together, I wonder if my desire to defend it isn't is also the desire to mutilate it or mythify it. I can't criticize it until I can live in all those places and times. Would that cause me to internally combust? This is why I need Cornejo Polar.

Richard Wright and William Faulkner were Mississippi born contemporaries, and yet are shelved in different sections of U.S. literary history. They both make walls visible and immobility hurt. Faulkner's walls taste like molasses, and Wright's just taste like concrete with your teeth dug in. But the molasses and the dust come from underneath my tongue. Their books are stacks of ink stained pages. The way we choose to read or look or retell is what gives meaning to history and fiction.

Who sees the murals in the county courtroom? Who needs the obelisk in Linn Part to honor the obelisk in Linn Park? How much was Charles Linn's iron worth? Bibb Graves congratulated Jay Sandlin for shooting Ozie Powell in the head in 1946. Will someone someday write a vampy neo poco minstrel number for Oscar Grant?

article about Oscar Grant: http://www.democracynow.org/2010/7/9/outrage_in_oakland_transit_officer_convicted

the ocean pours from your ears

2010-07-04T10:57:00.000-07:00

1. here, take my handkercheif
2. windows trace you
3. pretend it is the sound of hwy 95

has healed more scars than jesus

2010-06-27T10:15:00.000-07:00

Se dice que hay varias maneras de mentir; pero la más repugnante de todas es decir la verdad, toda la verdad, ocultando el alma de los hechos. Porque los hechos son siempre vacíos, son recipientes que tomarán la forma del sentimiento que los llene. JCO, El pozo

nowhere were mountains mentioned

2010-06-26T21:04:00.000-07:00

don't blink; your face is a map

2010-06-25T11:49:00.001-07:00

draught

2010-06-23T21:52:00.000-07:00

1. sewn into a tshirt
2. growing in my belly
3. a few shards still embedded in my heart
4. flapping against the flagpole
5. a past poorly hidden
6. poorly seen
7. cojean los ricos, yo no
8. cojean los pobres, yo no
9. los cojos cojean, yo camino sobre murallas

TSOBF, Ch. 3

2010-06-18T09:30:00.000-07:00

The South is not "solid"; it is a land in the ferment of social change, wherein forces of all kinds are fighting for supremacy; and to praise the ill the South is today perpetrating is just as wrong as to condemn the good. Discriminating and broad-minded criticism is what the South needs,--needs it for the sake of her own white sons and daughters, and for the insurance of robust, healthy mental and moral development.

multiply

2010-05-31T17:36:00.000-07:00

eight times harder that's you for me

2010-05-19T10:02:00.000-07:00

whatever colors you have

2010-05-18T06:34:00.001-07:00

a dirty break a short kiss goodbye

2010-05-16T10:53:00.000-07:00

keep your splendid silent sun

2010-05-10T21:17:00.000-07:00

1. lentejas en tus bolsillos
2. anticucho
3. alféizar fogata
4. el mensaje resuena en el tubo grillo metal
5. gave away my gloves
6. distilled through carbon
7. donde almanecé un vientito
8. sacrosanct
9. viscous

were this body something you could see from the shore

2010-05-02T09:46:00.000-07:00

in peace there's nothing so becomes a man

2010-04-24T17:39:00.000-07:00

salt water drips from the hem of your cape

2010-04-16T14:27:00.000-07:00

outside sleepwalkers mummies danger inside she slowly reveals unhurriedly touch unseen transformation what melts away in warm water window sleep

drops names like petals

2010-04-15T16:59:00.000-07:00

guess

2010-04-14T19:41:00.000-07:00

for each alliance a corresponding betrayal

2010-04-12T15:17:00.001-07:00

kde domov můj

2010-04-11T19:31:00.000-07:00

Sorrow is the Only Faithful One

2010-03-05T19:26:00.001-08:00

Sorrow is the only faithful one:
The lone companion clinging like a season
To its original skin no matter what the variations.

If all the mountains paraded
Eating the valleys as they went
And the sun were a cliffure on the highest peak,

Sorrow would be there between
The sparkling and the giant laughter
Of the enemy when the clouds come down to swim.

But I am less, unmagic, black,
Sorrow clings to me more than to doomsday mountains
Or erosion scars on a palisade.

Sorrow has a song like a leech
Crying because the sand's blood is dry
And the stars reflected in the lake

Are water for all their twinkling
And bloodless for all their charm.
I have blood, and a song,
SORROW IS THE ONLY FAITHFUL ONE.

O. Dodson

La pena es la única que es fiel

La pena es la única que es fiel:
La compañera solitaria se aferra como una temporada
A su piel original a pesar de las variaciones.

Si todas las montañas se desfilaran
Comiendo las valles mientras iban
Y el sol se colgara al borde del acantilado más alto

Estaría ahí la pena entre
El brillar y la risa inmensa
Del enemigo cuando las nubes se bajan a nadar.

Pero yo soy menos, sin magia, negro,
La pena se aferra a mí más que a las montañas apocalípticas
O las cicatrices de la erosión en una palizada.

La pena tiene un canto como una sanguijuela
Que llora porque se ha secado la sangre de la arena
Y las estrellas que se reflejan en el lago

Son agua a pesar de todo su centellear
Y exangües a pesar de todo su encanto.
Yo tengo sangre, y una canción.
LA PENA ES LA ÚNICA QUE ES FIEL.

how i can belong to you girl

2010-02-21T11:18:00.000-08:00

La hamaca nuestra

2010-02-08T20:30:00.000-08:00

Ven hasta la hamaca donde escribí
el libro dedicado a tu sagrada presencia
Ella me recuerda toda esa soledad
que dormí en ella__Todos esos gestos de mi
_____alma
persiguiéndole el vuelo a las palabras
que grabaran en un tiempo menos frágil
la lluvia de tus lágrimas__El reposo soñado
en tu pecho__La mañana eternamente memorable
de nuestras manos enlazadas en medio
del tumulto

En el vientre de esa hamaca recosté
mi cansancio de la vida__Acuné dolores
Me defendí de la canícula__Y soñé:
Tú venías en medio de la noche a consolarme
y eso dije__Escribía un poema que preservara
tu memoria y eso hice__Desatar mis alas
tristes y lloré

Tiéndete que yo te meceré para refrescarte
si te es posible duerme__Que yo velaré

R. G. Jattin

Our Hammock

Como all the way to the hammock where I wrote
a book for your sacred presence
This hammock reminds me of the loneliness
I slept through here__All the gestures from my
_____soul
running after words in flight
that they might in a less fragile time record
the rain of your tears__The longed for rest
on your chest__The eternally memorable morning
of our fingers woven together in the middle
of the tumult

I laid down my weariness in this
hammock’s womb__I cradled my burdens
I fended off summer’s hottest days__And I dreamt:
You came in the middle of the night to console me
and I said that__I wrote a poem to preserve
your memory and I did that__Untie my sad
wings and I cried

Lay down and I’ll rock you to cool you
if you can, sleep__I’ll stay awake

the heaviest corner on earth is full of dead people

2010-02-08T20:01:00.000-08:00

read: http://www.slaverybyanothername.com/the-book/excerpt/

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

2010-01-27T07:04:00.000-08:00

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

e o que eu não sei mas

2010-01-22T22:02:00.000-08:00

Oh Walt Whitman

2010-01-22T06:53:00.000-08:00

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
nevertheless
I who am no delincuent
am imprisoned
and I sing to what is free
to what flies
to what sings
without any personal gain

Life vest under your seat

2009-12-03T19:14:00.000-08:00

Aeropuerto, piana de cola del planeta,
suenan en tu dentadura ciudades, cifras, apellidos,
y tus espesos ropajes de hierro amortiguado
retardan mi paso bajo tus horcas,
mi larga sombra ante tus lacios flecos eléctricos.
Patio de ojo insomne
que proteje la red de besos y disfraces del mundo,
consúmeme de un sorbo
como la estrella que apura la noche con una cañita
(aunque esto es, lo sé, una idea desesperada e innoble),
porque la envoltura de mi vida
oculta bajo sus pliegues el temblor de su instinto gelatinoso.
Mas como no me ves, no saludas mi llegada
cual un embajador de las obstinadas neblinas del mar,
y permanezco entonces en mitad de la escalinata
meditabundo frente a la gran montaña que ascenderé,
suspendido del hilo de seda del presentimiento,
mientras el velamen de tu música nuetra, vidriosa, giratoria,
arriba se abre como un blanco nido vacío.
Aeropuerto, antesala del concierto,
escucho el himno que debo entonar mientras tomo
mi corazón en la mano,
mientras te abandono envuelto en mi membrana de inmortal.

SSB

Airport, grand piano of the world,
your dentures rattle out cities, figures, surnames,
and your heavy garments cut from buffed iron
make my trek beneath your gallows slow,
my shadow long before your limp electric arrows.
Insomniac eye patio
protecting this global web of kisses and costumes,
consume me in one gulp
like the star that throws back the night with a whiskey
(although I know this is a base and desperate thought),
because the plastic sheath around my life
hides, beneath its folds, a tremulous, gelatinous instinct.
And since you don’t see me, you don’t acknowledge my arrival,
an emperor of obstinate sea fog,
I stand motionless in the middle of the staircase
brooding before the great mountain I will climb,
suspended from the silk thread of premonition,
while the sails of your neutral, glassy, gyrating music
open above me like an empty white nest.
Airport, lobby of the concert hall,
I hear the hymn I must sing as I take
my heart in my hand,
as I abandon you wrapped in my immortal membrane.

oak armed ghost

2009-11-19T21:34:00.000-08:00

1. carry the night inside you during the day.
2. your hand knows the untimely past that doesn't fit in your memory.
3. tip the picture at a southward angle and you'll see a beautiful young squire. or south by southeast to see what's in your hand.

ten of cups

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1. how long will an ant swim in honey before drowning?
2. i made eye contact with the ghost of myself past
3. el río nazas contiene especies, comunidades y ecosistemas únicos, producto del aislamiento experimentado por ser un río de desierto
4. what's the difference between a time box and a time machine?
5. whistle low and i'll hear you
6. el pariente del propietario se acoda en la mesa, bigotudo, y lamenta carecer de pasado turbio
7. tela tan delgada, tan delgada y horizontal
8. lo que duele y lo que duele porque ya no quema
9. ¿sólo porque por eso existen los cuerpos humanos? ¿sólo por eso existen los cuerpos humanos?
10. ni que fuera río de miel

Detrás del espejo hubo una ranura en la que se metían las hojas de afeitar

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Un día descubrí que el espejo de mi baño era una puerta que se abría a una alcoba con tres estantes. En medio de la pared hubo una ranura en la que, hace tiempo atrás, se metían hojas de afeitar. Esta característica de diseño se ha ido caducando de acuerdo con las nuevas tecnologías del aseo personal. Ahora afeitarse no resulta tan peligroso para los niños y los basureros.

Imaginar las antiguas hojas de los antiguos habitantes de mi departamento, que yacían oxidadas en las profundidades del espejo, me producía un anhelo particular. Me inquietaba no verlas. Pensaba a veces en excavarlas para comprobar su existencia. Quería tenerlas en la mano, hacerlas mías. Pero yo no había venido a quebrar el tiempo.

Entonces, hice lo más lógico: puse palabras detrás del espejo, secretos que siguen ahí donde ya no vivo más, entre conjeturadas hojas de afeitar. O a veces, nada más colocaba un dedo sobre la abertura, como si así pudiera besar al misterio.

los ojos verdes de nina

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todos los posibles objetos del verbo asumir

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1. que por memoria corporal, que por haber sido estatua
2. detrás del espejo hubo una ranura en la que se metían las hojas de afeitar
3. se les tuercen las caras y por un breve momento, mientras resuena el golpe, creo ver revelarse en la superficie de su piel el pasado jamás pronunciado
4. habrá que entrar en confianza con el aparato
5. es por miedo que sientes la obligación de coincidir con la teoría
6. hasta que

though i only touched it gently

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unsteady

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please tell me sugar

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reescribo un trabajo sobre las posibilidades del odio mientras los gritos de los manifestantes se escuchan por mi ventana, overpowering the danzón

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la tenaz infiltración de nuestras experiencias cotidianas y del pasado que transportamos secretamente en nosotros

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the sheer will to project ideal histories backward and forward

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you say purgatory i say paradise

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que levante la mano quien los tenga negros

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1. isabel la católica
2. un paraguas gris
3. el bongo drum lo inventaron los blancos
4. el zapato derecho es el menos roto
5. la cafetería de los baños señoriales
6. el encomendado de dios
7. es donde comenzó
8. es donde de veras comenzó
9. una mesita con tres sillas
10. una ventana que da a la calle
11. sobre el nivel de la calle
12. encomendar

you sure don't have to stall

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page 205 of Absolute Beginners by Colin MacInnes

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having out at Chiswick, and although she sounded raving to me over the blower, she said she'd be right along. I even, as well, thought of trying Suze and Henley at the Cookham place and in the London showrooms, but I skipped it. Of course I tried Wiz, but only got the dialling tone - not even Wiz's woman.

But even with the cats who dug it best, the great difficulty I had was in getting over what was happening: I mean, the scale of it, how serious,and that this was supposed to be the British Isles. Because even though most of them had heard something of it by now, there seemed to be a sort of conspiracy in the air to pretend what was happening in Napoli, wasn't happening: or, if it was, it somehow didn't signify at all.

I shot off after this up to my penthouse, to wash off the mud and blood, and have a lay down for a moment, and a bite. And while I was doing to, there was a little knock, and in on me walked the Fabulous Hoplite. He was looking a bit diminuendo, and smiled rather nervously, and was wearing a beach-gown and his Sardinian slippers.

'My!' he said. 'What times we live in!'

'Sit down, beautiful. You can say that again.'

'You've been bruised, child,' he said, trying to grope my tribal scars.

'Hands off the model, Hop,' I told him. 'How have things been with you?'

The Hoplite got up, spun round so that the beach-gown did a Royal Ballet thing, and sat down again and said, 'Oh, no complaints...But I don't like all this.'

'Who does?'

'Somebody must,' he said, 'or it wouldn't happen.'

'Clever boy. You been out at all?'

He let the gown fall open to reveal his pectorals. 'Once was enough,' he said. 'A glimpse, and I was in again.'

'Wise child.'

I suppose you've been out fighting battles!' His eyes gleamed.

'The battles fought me.'

seven of cups

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1. smell of blood
2. golden ball of yarn
3. mentholated ointment
4. shapeless hands
5. oil coated puddle
6. matress spring
7. peppermint water

i pray the lord my train will come

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six of swords

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1. the sword tied around my neck
2. forget
3. one arm recklessly amputated
4. the prayer of a believer
5. the prayer of a non believer
6. only believers pray

nearly a month since my last haircut

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and plenty of vitamin c

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sometimes i live in the country

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