another nautical dream

1. the river's feelings toward the sea
2. seguir la corriente

a pinch, a squeeze, a cool breeze

concentrate. concentrate. concentrate on what i'm saying. blue babies dying, blue people crying, concentrate on what i'm saying.

crack an egg on your head let the yolk run down let the yolk run up let the yolk run down. crack an egg on your head let the yolk run down let the yolk run up let the yolk run down. crack an egg on your head let the yolk run down let the yolk run up let the yolk run down.

concentrate. concentrate. concentrate on what i'm saying. blue babies dying, blue people crying, concentrate on what i'm saying.

stick a knife in your back let the blood run down let the chills run up and the chills run down. stick a knife in your back let the blood run down let the chills run up and the chills run down. stick a knife in your back let the blood run down let the chills run up and the chills run down.

spiders running up your back: bite, bite. spiders running down your back: bite, bite.

you are standing at the top of the empire state building, all the way at the very top. you are walking, walking, walking toward the edge toward the cars toward the people below. you are standing at the top of the empire state building and the wind is blowing, blowing. you are standing at the top of the empire state building and all you can do is [JUMP!]

transpercée par des vagues anonymes et asymétriques

quand les hommes vivront d'amour par raymond levesque

bave d'escargot

C'est deux Suisses qui se promènent. Tout à coup, il y en a un qui se retourne et qui écrase un escargot. L'autre lui dit: Mais t'es fou. - Tu parles, ça fait une demi-heure qu'il nous suit.

de l'agneau vient le mouton; du ventre, le vent

Ils passèrent un mois dans cet hospice. Candide ne cessait de dire à Cacambo: "Il est vrai, mon ami, encore une fois, que le château où je suis né ne vaut pas le pays où nous sommes; mais enfin, Mademoiselle Cunégonde n'y est pas, et vous avez sans doute quelque maîtresse en Europe. Si nous restons ici, nous y serons comme les autres, au lieu que si nous retournons dans nôtre monde, seulement avec douze moutons chargés de cailloux d'Eldorado, nous serons plus riches que tous les Rois ensemble, nous n'aurons plus d'Inquisiteurs à craindre, et nous pourrons aisément reprendre Mademoiselle Cunégonde."

Ce discours plut à Cacambo; on aime tant à courir, à se faire valoir chez les siens, à faire parade de ce que on a vû dans ses voyages, que les deux heureux résolurent de n'est plus l'être, et de demander leur congé à Sa Majesté.

that undiscover'd country

you don't have to say you love me by elvis

bizcocho y queso

Gonzalo Silvestre, sin responder palabra alguna, se partió del gobernador y se subió en su caballo, y de camino, como iba, encontró con un Juan López Cacho, natural de Sevilla, paje del gobernador, que tenía un buen caballo, y le dijo: "El general manda que vos y yo vayamos con un recaudo suyo a amanecer al real. Por tanto, seguidme luego, que yo ya voy caminando". Juan López respondió diciendo: "Por vida vuestra, que llevéis otro, que yo estoy cansado y no puedo ir allá". Replicó Gonzalo Silvestre: "El gobernador me mandó que escogiese un compañero. Yo elijo vuestra persona. Si quisieredes venir, venid enhorabuena, y si no, quedaos en ella misma, que porque vamos ambos no se disminuye el peligro, ni porque yo vaya solo se aumente el trabajo". Diciendo esto, dio de las espuelas al caballo y siguió su camino. Juan López, mal que le pesó, subió en el suyo y fue en pos de él. Salieron de donde quedaba el gobernador a hora que el sol se ponía ambos mozos, que apenas pasaban de los veinte años.
LFI, LIBRO SEGUNDO, PRIMERA PARTE, CAP. XIII

a diamond back rattler for a paw

try a little tenderness

También un segundo rasgo característico del "Manierismo" encontraremos en la personalidad y la obra de Guevara: el vivir dialécticamente, el vivir en continua tensión entre dos polos extremos de la existencia, el vivir con la conciencia siempre despierta del antagonismo perenne entre dos “realidades” opuestas, el mundo de la “Corte”, símbolo de la vida profana, artificial y falsa, y el mundo de la “Aldea”, imagen de la vida a la vez natural y espiritual; el vivir—y escribir—anhelando constantemente la “Aldea”, sin poder—ni querer—desprenderse de la “Corte” y hasta gozando intelectualmente, y desplegando una continua sutilísima dilucidación, esta situación de hallarse en suspenso entre dos mundos mutuamente incompatibles (Frankl 48-49).

seek and ye shall be found

an attractive receptacle for my insanity

homenaje to the overlapping hilos of time

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

wild horses by mazzy star

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

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

running scared by nick cave and the bad seeds

self sabotage | egatobas fles

the lion's roar by first aid kit

cut off my legs, papantla

o leaozinho by beirut

grace

lord keep me day by day by the caravans

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

counting bedbugs

in the summertime by roger miller

starfish brains