Archive for August, 2008
Far-off
Crispy cookies
Rusty nails
Hot tea
Crumpled letters
Addressed to a stranger
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Total Solar Eclipse
Moons darken the sky
Shadows reign
Filling the space
Drawing all of our attention
Candles like lighthouses
While nobody sees it
Sun, taken for granted, continues to shine
Providing the background
For everything to happen
How decadent and delicious the moon can be
How barren, how boring, without the sun
Staying always there, for eclipses to happen.
Quoting:
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and [...]
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Tags: literature, love, poems, politics
Nice
Just quoting:
She had always been told that nice was an empty, insipid word, but lately she’d come to rely on it quite heavily. If you can’t say something’s “nice,” you can’t say anything at all, she decided.
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Jaws of rage
You, who could write like a Panther Cat
Now lying down like a corpse
Waiting for others to lick your wounds
Now that the shepherd died
Wake up and chew your feet
Claw yourself through your remains
Fist your guts
Be the devil that you know
Use your jaws to grind the air
And come to life again.
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Yesterday in a catalog at the MNAC bookstore, I saw this poem which is a part of a Juliao Sarmento painting:
A TRIVIAL OFFENSE
CALL ME EAGER
TREAT ME NICE
KISS ME WARM
HOLD ME TIGHT
FEEL ME GOOD
HIT ME HARD
TOUCH ME SOFT
LICK ME SLOW
LOVE ME BAD
GRAB ME TENDER
WISH ME DEAD
I like it.
Then I bought this wonderful book by Juanjo Sáez:
Art (Imaginary [...]
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They’re blowing in the wind. The ants, hey, blowing in the wind… (thanks, Georgianne in Lorrie Moore’s Anagrams)
Lorrie Moore, who I discovered hadn’t a full night’s sleep in three and a half years because of his son. Regarding that episode she said:
This particular parenting experience has been like a large nuclear bomb on the small village of [...]
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I used to need glasses. Very thick and powerful glasses without whom I was not able to do anything. Like reading, watching a movie, staring to another person, walking in the street, definitely no running at all and the like.
Except for veeeery short distances, my-world-without-glasses was an impressionist painting. Nice, when you have the choice [...]
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Whose body is my nation?
A body type classification in the registering application of a dating site:
Slender
Average
Full-figured
Need the gym
Big and beautiful
A few extra pounds
Fat
Large
Petite
Curvy
Heavy set
Muscular
Stocky
Height/Weight proportionate
Decomposing
A table for classificating nationalisms using their relation with the need of a state (body?):
What makes a nation?
The state
Not the state
The (cultural) ethnicity
1. Ethnic nationalism
3. Anti-state ethnic nationalism
Not the (cultural) ethnicity
2. Statist [...]
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Yesterday we went to the cinema to watch “The Dark Knight”. We meaning I and L&L. What a mistake to take the kids to the movie!!! It is not abslutely recommended for underaged people and moreover little L began to throw up like Linda Blair in “The exhorcist” after the first hour.
Nothing to do with [...]
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Today “La Vanguardia” had a brief interview in its last page with the contemporary Spanish poet Luis García Montero. I transcript and translate an excerpt of it. The post Quotes on alcohol, love, poetry and sex left an idea of poets as suffering people only interested in mental onanism. García Montero’s poetry is near to day-to-day experience and [...]
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