1.
My resolution to only publish as a dated diary only what I write on that very day has more or less adhered me onto, glued me into, tuned me right up over, etc. et al yes here it comes a bigger change than I anticipated. Since the beginning of the Gregorian year and resolutions holy days, I have been publishing perhaps twice what I used to put out.
How can this be? ("...and how can this be? Because he IS the kwizatz haderach!"–Frank Herbert, Dune) No. Not that. Pay no attention to that little editor behind the curtain. IT HAPPENS ONLY simply because I am not going back and revising and revising day after day after day. Only the one day of writing for that one day, except for emergency errors. YES well, yes, I still allow emergency changes, like I notice coming home today to write this page that yesterday's diary@blog was mislabled Moondaeg when it really should say Tiwesdaeg (Monday.Tuesday) and so I'll have to change it tomorrow yes that is permitted. Only minor tinkering to correct grievous faults.
No rewrites. Else tell it to the Hand, Danny.
But I have kept mostly to my resolution to be more real about the dates of writing and posting et cetera.
And the result has been an explosion of diary@blogs coming almost every day since I write every day and now I'm not spending all my time going back and rewriting and rewriting until I finally give up, no, I must give up when the clock ticks over and I have to start again another day.
Oh I don't have to limit myself to only writing about today. No, I can write about anything I want, about yesterday or the day before, or last week or tomorrow or next week year century end of time I do not have to only write about today, no what I have to do is finish writing the piece today and let it be. For, as I said, showing my cards more than a week ago now, my key metaphor be sufficient for the day is the evil thereof – which is of course some of you recognize a Jesus quote tip of the hat and nod to my puritan ancestors both German and Anglosaxon amen ahem yes.
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So I wander over to the little internet cafe at the corner of Felipe Villanueva and Julian Carrillo and I upload what I wrote yesterday and corrections if any for the day before. I still don't publish from home, my little old Model-T.ibm.Clone stand alone is a virgin but she's dying of frustration and is old, old old runs windows 95 believe it or not and so of course I cannot run the hot movie-maker program that is all done at the cafe I uploaded my first appearance of the Zeburrebra puppet today.
I point the camera out the window and it's too bright out there and I am suddenly very disappointed that I threw away all the clips I filmed of the rainy street day-before-yesterday the light values were much more mellow and the difference between indoors and outdoors was not so radical and harsh as today sunlight no. But I tweak and twist the gamma and intensity values until no one can recognize who is really writing, or rather, filming that not this.
They say it will rain again tomorrow and the day after.
So maybe I'll get to do it again.Soon.#.
MEANWHILE CONTINUING FROM YESTERDAY I am still afraid Celestina is going to erase me especially now that I published how she threatened me last night and I am afraid, oh poor, poor little fat gringo afraid of women telling each other and that will be the end of me done in by R & C erase erase erase that will show him bad boy momma spank. Oh shut up Danial.
Actualmente es quizá una exageración (sí una exageración pero no mentira) decir que me amenazó aunque sí yo por mi parte siento un poquito amenazdo pues la verdad no más me avisó in fact perhaps it is an exageration to say she threatened me (an exageration, not a lie) although I did feel threatened but
what she said, actually, was "no puede participar"
I cannot participate in Acanto y Laurel if
I go out and give readings
without charging money.
So of course I am going to
take her advice and charge money.In years to come I will stand up in public and thank her
for teaching me our value as artists. Now I put down her exact words of advice warning. That was exactly what she told me, that if I don't charge money for giving a reading then I cannot participate in Acanthus and Laurel. When she said that, I suddenly realized by the pain in my heart how much I have come to love those people and their poetry. Why am I afraid of leaving losing my place with them? Because I like them. I have bonded. Don't want to lose them as friends. Well maybe you better not write about them, then, eh? Or if you do, make them look pretty. But... but they already are pretty. Beautiful. Especially those two women Roberta and Celestina. Remember how that poor little gringo blond guy in the sweat pants chased them out to the car and after they drove away he sighed to me that he liked my taste in women? Yes, I remember. They are beautiful, truly beautiful, la Roberta and la Celestina look I use nicknames so only those of you who are hep cats can understand who they are and what they are and how disturbed I am. Heh. Disturbed that la Celestina scolded me last night. And even more disturbed that she was right. And also troubled that I feel... an editorial reluctance, a lust for censorship, not to write it down, oh, and worse, not to publish it hell.*Sigh*
:-(
¿No fue Roberta, amiga de la Celestina, que te dijo
–que nos pones bonito en tu diario, Dani–?. . . pues sí fue, sí habló ella en el aeropuerto de La Paz cuando esperamos el avión y
y ya ves como se rompe el corazón entre la verdad y silencio
ay Dani la musa es una reina muy dura
y tu loco de vivir en Mexicoy la reina Celestina también es
una jefa bien correcta ydulce
pero yo sé que lo hace todo pa'sus poetas,
para que tengan exito todos para siempre
y si el gringo mismo no sigo como debo
adios, entonces, mi preciosa celestina
si no aguantes la verdad que publico aquí
que Dios siempre te bendiga y te cuida con
el angel de la guardia y las bellas letrashas estado muy muy bien conmigo
hasta el momento cuando buscaba otros pastosno sabes como lo lamento y lo siento
este paso que piso solito y egoista
entonces, Dani, ¿por que no te calles ya?ya oquei
bai
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Forty something days since "Operation Tijuana" began and every two or three days the newspapers are chattering about it either slowing down or lacking intelligence. Today there is a front page article in FRONTERA about drug-smuggling planes being seized. Baja California is the number two state in light-plane seizures. Sonora is #1.
When we drove Charlotte home Friday night after the event at which I now know I took too much time to read my poetry, we passed by the sandbagged revision post beside the autopista a playas. The soldiers were not stopping the traffic. The "filter" was out of service. There were a few gray-uniformed men huddled in the sandbags. I wonder if they knew the rain was coming. I glanced out the window at them, and remembered that here, by the pedestrian bridge over the fast road, here is the flat space where INSITE 2000 held an artist's event that let loose balloons while a cello played amplified across the wall. Hundred of migrants have died in the deserts and mountains since then. A few thousand, actually. Now the soldiers are installed there. Here.
The word "installation" like "art" has different meanings depending on the context.
esta noche la BBC dice que Froncois Miterand una vez dijo que Margaret Thatcher
tiene "los ojos de Caligula y la boca de Marilyn Monroe."
the BBC says tonight that Francois Miterand once said that Margaret Thatcher
has "the eyes of Caligula and the mouth of Marilyn Monroe."
Ms. Z.Burrebra
or is he Mister
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With nine months remaining in his term, the mayor – or municipal president – of Tijuana, Jorge Hank Rhon (PRI), this week resigned his office in order to be legally free to pursue an electoral campaign for the governorship of this state of Baja California. In Mexico, unlike the United States, there is what is called an "anti-grasshopper" law (antichapulín), which forbids politicians from running for one elected office while they hold another. Barak Obama and Hillary Clinton and John McCain would all be breaking it (good thing it ain't there for them). So, here, the mayor of this frontier city has been forced to give up his job in order to openly enter into competition for the state's highest office. Everyone says he wants to be President of the nation. When he was running for mayor everyone was saying he wanted to be governor. Frankly I think people should just slow down and take one leap at a time. I am, by nature, very anti-grasshopper. The Aztecs used to eat them fried.
Whatever the culinary case may be, the mayor, I mean, ex-mayor, has virtually been assumed his party's nomination (PRI aka "tricolor").
The ceremony of his resignation was to be conducted outdoors on the open-air plaza where many civic events take place, but the rain on Monday forced a change of venue into the interior courtyard of the Municipal Palace.
One of Hank's last official acts in office was to inaugurate the partially complete public works project of Alba Roja hyperspace bypass, a "undergrounded" boulevard (actually a huge concrete-walled trench with bridge work) which will help the traffic flow feeding into the crucial urban node of 5 & 10 ("cinco y diez"). The mayor remarked in the newspapers that "I have a good taste in my mouth" (except he was quoted in Spanish, of course), describing the close of his administration with the much awaited and behind schedule construction project.
His use of a culinary metaphor also illustrates one reason why we like living in Mexico: they know food and enjoy all the tastes of food, all the delicious and spicey, sweet and salty, everything everything tasty yum nam.
On a more sacred, fasting note, today being ash wednesday, the appointed successor to the mayor, Kurt Honrold, was photographed in church on his knees, as he begins the final nine months that Jorge Hank gave up for...
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Amen. Goodbye.
or well... goodbye for now at least
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