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
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