1.

on the beach the cannon raised its nose before the crowd

trumpets echoed back and forth

a small parade
on the sand

costumes and animal masks

winding through the people

they were
  carrying signs

los enfermos mentales también tienen derechos humanos the

mentally ill also have human rights

these were the psychiatric patients from Mexicali

2.

uncle sam and don mariachi
made a hamburger and a taco change places

in their identical styrofoam
carryout boxes

we never saw the food
but the costumes were eloquent

3.

the human cannonball climbed up
into the mouth of his red, white and blue

before flying over the border wall
Mr. Smith showed his visa to the crowd

we all laughed and cheered

4.

outside our brain
the ocean went on and on

and on

look

dolphins

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"you know the ethiopian taxi driver who gets himself to Italy will see a six-fold increase in his income"

on the radio migration

is not Mexico

white space

and what is a page
to          occupy my mind
Foucault expeditionary forces
drilled through this brain
like habitus
d u s t

I am

here for you

to read

The binational art festival INSITE has opened its fifth installment on the San Diego Tijuana border. We are creating a series of personal reviews/critiques/information in our pages,

and the official inSite_05 webpage is insite05.org. The festival has thusfar been held in 1992, 1994, 1997, 2000, and now 2005. There have been some changes — it's a lot bigger and the artists are international — the token locals lost control many years ago (sorry, we can't help but dig a little dirt) — but the thrust remains public art and intervention and the festival has grown into something of quite international scope, "patronized" by both the U.S. and Mexican government and numerous art/culture institutions

, however As Carmen Cuenca directrix said to me five years ago in her previous incarnation little dreaming I would misquote her, the[insite]y are living under the cloud of historical festival and spectacle. People still want bread and circusses, especially the rich and powerful with all their noblesse oblige mais oui. The ancient royal inheritance holy grail sant.graal sangue.royal echoes down through postmodern bourgeois question and everybody wants to say they are related to the Queen (of France) and then stylishly quote DaVinci code. But I say/id that, not her. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. We, for our part, are only sure about Princess Di, our eighth cousin thrice removed (through the Cogswell puritans etc). Carmen is, however, very much alive. What is today? I say Monday 29 August 70.summer 25.moon 48thyearofthespaceage. So it would have been two nights ago that "I" saw her latest words blabla thank you blabla thankyou blabla and my husband too

(I lie, I did not see her speak,
rather
I heard her voice)
at the podium in front of the great Brown
Ball of Cecut. Behind them

this festival's information center is very cleverly tucked into one of the ears of the great Ball, an intimate, unpainted wood structure hanging onto one of those seemingly useless concrete stairways to nowhere where two generations of children godbless'em have love to play. Now for eleven weeks a vertiginous rampway leads up and up like a pedestrian roller coaster (VERY Very wheelchair accessible and politically correct FYI) up and UP unto two levels teetering deliciously high
above the subbaked plaza like some kind of
cheap brown wedding cake cliffhouse
pasale echale un ojo todo barato
sale todo muy barrrrrato

like a delicious little brown wedding cake cliffhouse just tucked in behind the big old CECUT earphone listening listen listen to the mockingbird but yes it looks very sweet ensuite. A sign as you enter the ramp warns IN CASE OF EMERGENCY PROCEED CALMLY DON'T PANIC (ohmygod shades of Hitchiking galaxies).

I think Mikey likes it.

Clever? Yes, Dano, yes, it's very clever, referring back to the shocking poor family hut placed outside CECUT in 1994 but this one is a plywood baroque twisted up and around the Big Ball and full of information on the artists and geographical urban theory dripping off Foucault et al I am afraid I am tempted to go do a lot of reading while the opportunity presents presence its.elvish.self... itself.oh.yes. damnintellectual disneylandia oh.sí con yew see this pseudo fool buzy bee

Yesterday before the bigwigs were speaking we were both us of was reading them there xerox booklets of readings I started at the beginning, Mikey at the end, but mine that neglected to tell me who the author was, only I know the title REMAPPING THE GEOHISTORY OF CITYSPACE

This process of producing spatiality or "making geographies" begins with the body, with the construction and performance of the self, the human subject, as a distinctively spatial entity involved in a complex relation with our surroundings. On the one hand, our actions and thoughts shape the spaces around us, but at the same time the larger collectively or socially produced spaces and places within which we live also shape our actions and thoughts in ways that we are only beginning to understand.

oh man, Mikey, I swear I love this shit like that it makes my brains go all twisted and then FLASH Aliskander appears with his sword SlashING take THAT you Gordian kNot ZAS !

1. performance of the self

2. relationship with surroundings

3. our actions/thoughts shape spaces around us

4. social places shape our actions/thoughts

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Yo, Dano....

Huh?

shut up now time for bed

oquei bai