gimme a shot of wild turkey and a budweiser

damn, girl.

canción desde el muelle

si yo fuera pescadora
cuantos pescados te regalaría
si yo fuera cazadora
mira las estrellas que yo te daría

pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásamela

pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásamela

yo sé hacer un lazo
yo sé atar muy bien
yo sé hacer muchos nudos
yo sé atar una red

yo sé atar un lazo
yo sé atar una red
yo sé atar y desatar
yo sé atar muy bien

pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásamela

pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásame la soga
pásamela

Hang down your head Marie.

While flowers are commonly associated with all things female, I consider most of them unabashedly intersex. Take this stunning calla lily for instance. When seen from the outside, my flower is all whiteness and grace. When I look from a diffent angle, a fearful reverence rises in me.

Prayer

1. Thank you for the flowers in the flower stand on the way home.
2. Thank you for the man who tells me their names.
3. Thank you for the names of the flowers.
4. Thank you for the pink rose.
5. Thank you for the act of kindness: a gift between strangers.

To say that an uninterested act of kindness in Mexico City is close to miraculous would mean that I have nearly lost my faith. I won't lose my faith! Thank you!

Bury your hands in the earth.

My friend says the more clothes one puts on, the more naked one becomes. Clothes externalize the internal. I made a voodoo shirt because there is something new in me and because I need protection.

Here is what I learned: A male shirt becomes a female shirt when you remove cloth. Then: Sewing a spontaneous pattern twice around each severed hem is a certain, wordless prayer.

I cut the Alabama flag into a rectangle of cloth and sewed the pieces around the neckline. The appliqués contain tiny secrets. For example, there is a watermelon seed in the center of the cross.

An X can cancel or negate. It can also indicate. It can be a lifeless eye or a star. A nameless signature. A piece of fire.

Más allá de la semiosfera

The Rain is But a Pretext for the Raincoat

1. If I could paint, I would make an wall sized portrait of two boys I saw in the metro last weekend. They were dressed in suits and dress shoes, and situated at that particular border of adolescence at which they may or may not be old enough to be pallbearers and wedding ushers. They sat across from each other, propping up their feet on each other's seats, communicating hilarious messages back and forth in short, low tones. Liberated from the event that required formal behavior, they experienced a secret shared thrill from being so elegant in the metro together. I would paint them like that: young and happy together.

2. As a grad student, I have noticed that it is useful to say that thing B is just a pretext for thing A. Example: The photograph is just a pretext for the painting. The jar of rasperry preserves was just a pretext for the sandwich as a whole, for the diagonal line. The diagonal line is just a pretext for getting to know you better. Try it! The umbrella...

3. My roof doesn't look anything like this photo, but I can't get my camera out of the delayed shot setting. Help!