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1. abcdefhijklmonopqrstuvwxyz mono-ton.Ey ej We begin to turn the corner from winter into spring — today is the last new moon beginning the first . Two weeks remain before holy week . My life continues b a l a n c e d between Modules and Normal Heights . Sounds like an abstract construct geography of square e m o t i o n . I continue reading Lincoln, Mandela, Gore Vidal C A L I F O R N I A el frio de las nubes mañaneras deja que brilla el sol a medio día the chill of morning clouds gives way to mid-day sun el idioma extranjero tiene su encanto exotico the foreign tonque has its exotic charm B O R D E R L I N E A
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Y E L L O W B A S E P A I N T
A corner. Like many other. Others. But like old singular alone all in its multiple one many. One Two rutted streets cross dogs and cars, pickups mounted with old furniture, loaded down with boylers, pass by open garage doors. There. An auto body rebuild shop. Music on the radio. A 1976 dark green Camaro being sanded down for paint. There are dogs belong there. Too.
A corner like many other. A page of words like many other. A row of houses and apartments like many others all in a row houses words cars and other there, there, people. Human men and human women. Human children. The aliens have not come yet. This was the days before planet change of address. This was the day dogs day dog days before. There. Three. Two.
Young men grow beards to complement the hot cars next door. Yellow base paint is overly hot this year. All beards are dark on this people, male, except. Except. A. Few old men who still don't shave enough. I am a man. You are hearing my thoughts here. We can hear them together talking outside, on the corner, walking by. Somewhere up in the sky airplanes are landing behind closed doors. Did you put that one on the stove, woman? The wife is the boss behind and beyond this corner. In this row of houses.
In this row of tents on Sunday is when the street fills up with plastic tarps and booths for open market. The man is the horse who drank too much water, he led himself, alone. His wife snarls at me as I walk by the corner writing poetry in my brain she says to my ears MY HERO EL CLASSIC MEXICANO CLASICO. I'm getting out of here I think. Man insists on greeting me effusive embraces arms around mi hasta un beso en la mejilla I write tomorrow he would be embarrased to remember he is drunk today and kissed me like this yes, no?
And forced me to switch from third to first persons. See. How. Oh yes. See how I've had enough of this; goodbye. Corner. There.
3.
...how long ago was it, two, three, four years, when the great student bonfire collapsed in Texas at A & M, killing how many young men and women?
_____ years, ______ months
_____ killed, ______ woundedHuman sacrifice is not dead, only now we sometimes do it by accident, and sometimes, like in the war, on purpose.
Don't argue with me. I am too ignorant and arrogant. Not worth the time or effort. Especially if you're right. I am left.
Handed, at least. But I type ambidextrously.
Today we enter the last year of the Babylon war.
ALL Right, alright, you're right, I say it wrong left out it should say the fifth year of the Iraq war. But it is in Babylonia, Mesopotamia, whatever you want to call it there it is burning desert sands full of oil and I have always thought it would last five years, yes and I was one hundred percent certain Bush would lose the re-election in 2004 you know so I am so wrong most of the time but just the same I say today is the first day of the last year of the war in Babylon.
So mistakes were made and perhaps "I" am sorry if people got upset human sacrifice is not dead secular humanism.
Human sacrifice is not dead this is not a metaphor it is a fact face it fact we kill and kill and kill and we just don't talk about it like that don't call it that, don't call it human sacrifice we call it the highest sacrifice one can make for her country the greatest and most noble sacrifice etcetera etcet etc. and you know something, it is, it is noble, it is valuable, it is honorable, and the dead warriors are still lifted up by singing choirs of angels into heaven but it is still sacrifice and we are still human beings going at it wham bam KA-BOOM pow pow pow pow mmm Johnny get your gun but don't rape and kill double standard war.
Big surprise the enemy says oh yes we did it strapped bombs and blew up airplanes well so what is else is what else is new they practice human sacrifice too only they call it martyrdom and like the Aztecs they go straight to heaven too. Human sacrifice over and over and over and over and I won't shut up until I get bored of saying it or someone rips my heart out like Mel Gibson in his piece of EXAGERATED puke nature-beauty apocalypse can't even spell it right Danny so close the web page browser window bla bla bla bla bla in Babylon.
We just don't call it that. We don't call it human sacrifice. No. Language is all politically controlled now to be correct. Now? Always. It has always been controlled by those in power. That's what God made dictionaries for the opiate of the masses yes. You must be faithful to the side you stand on, the face you screw. Are you pro-life or pro-choice. Yes yes yes get your buzz-words right get your hot jargon here get your red-hot lingo language linking through to brain to control via words and power over what the little brains hear this little brain hears it has heard it for years now remember when Goldwater was going to blow up the world said the man who sunk thousands of American lives in Indochina and killed God only knows how many Vietnamese and then tweedledum followed tweedledee Richard Nixon followed Lyndon Johnson down the same God-Damned Road to Hell, littered with more and more human sacrifice bombing them back into the stone age I wonder who's Kissing.her now only we don't call it that, no, we call it "honorable" oh Lord "peace with honour" oh please forgive me but mmmmmmmuuuughhhhh ooooffff what a big turd that was whoa....
And the language wars go on and on and aum and om. We are not upset, we are "concerned" oh yes and your project is not a boring pile of shit it is "creative" and "interesting" and and and
that's right I am talking about myself right here this creative righting is left out in the melting worthless cardboard in the rain uh huh so go
suck an egg out of your momma's killer bout de souffle
breathless yet new wave? Buenas noches mi amor, that's what that movie was about, in addition to jump cuts, it was about human sacrifice oh yeah I'll say it again and stop to jump
jump cut myself into another movie altogether all together eat your heart out Marilyn broke my Monroe doctrine yes she used to be buried near where I lived in Hollywood drug L.A. you'll never eat lunch in this town again. Still it. I'm the one who moved away thirty-seven years ago into forty-four years later still scribble scribble scribble eh uh huh
they buried Marilyn Monroe doctrine human mass-culture overdose sacrifice beside Wilshire boulevard somewhere else 45 years later I sit in front of a little fire on the side of the street in these modules of fine arts, Otay Tijuana. My transformation is almost complete. No one alive remembers me any more I can go home now. I have burned away all the flesh and bone and only the immortal fire remains to flicker and gleam through the night, this last night before apocalypse and ice caps melt and the world is flooded forever end of the earth wham bam thank you ma'am mother nature it's not nice to fool her, no.
Hollywood disaster movie I can go home to the end of the world, yes.
Marilyn used to come here, too, well, no, not to my little fire, no, not even to Otay, I guess not, but to the heart of the city, down there beyond the river into downtown Tijuana, like other Hollywood stars who knew and know Tijuana oh yes all come here even number one of the starship enterprise two or three or four whichever whoever is counting anyway knows where Carnitas Uruapan is located saw him there one night the night of InSITE 2000 wrestling show I think it was but never mind my memory mind it is memory going going going gone gone gone with that camera in CITIZEN KANE diving through the roof of the Rancho Grande NO WAIT THAT WAS supposed to be ATLANTIC CITY??????????????????
Susan Alexander Kane. Damn what a fine, fine movie that was. Hollywood destroyed another genius there. Or, as Orson used to say, "the trouble with movies, my son, is they come in cans. They are canned." But that was before his rejuvenation treaments. You wouldn't know Leonard was him, too, eh? No, he ain't.
Ava Gardner, Orson Welles, James Dean, Charlie Chaplin, Marilyn Monroe used to come here through these doors pass the most beautiful women in the world. My friend C saw Marilyn stepping in and out of a dressmaker's shop on Third street three or five doors down from where he used to live and still lives today in his mother's house in his grandmother's house all of it has been torn down and rebuilt with new sidewalks I saw the old ones five years ago buried under the new when they ripped them up and oh my the old sidewalks were skinny and the new ones are wide and how time changes all things into the same thing all over again only much more so plus ca change plus la meme chose oui.
Marilyn was buried on Wilshire Boulevard in Westwood, Los Angeles, forty-five years ago but my friend still lives on Third street where he saw her once. Maybe twice. You never know these stories grow and spread until a poster on the wall comes to life and these words echo fantasy and truth at once and ever again again again he still lives on Third, here in Tijuana, today. What you did not know was her death was faked, too (FICTION ALARM! multiplex FICTION ALARMS!) and the clinics recycled her blood brought back to life as... you know that half-famous playboy bad-girl one who "died" last year, or again the
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4.
A.
These are a strange set of three weeks, five weeks, for me. Aside from all the multiple premonitions of things changing all around me, there is the fact that my neighbors moved out and I can suddenly build little fires in the barbecue fireplace in front of the house I did not even know it was there until they moved out it used to be full of her plants and they parked their car right in front of it too.
Tonight I have another little fire. It is stimulating. Much more mystical than television. I don't have a TV. But I soon will. With a dvd for watching movies too. T got them for Xmas and I hooked them up. Oh-oh. Better get my little fires in while I can. The stone age will soon be dead.
B.
Time has changed on the other side of the line in the other California daylight savings time began earlier this year but here in Mexico the time is the still standard hour it won't change until April something as usual except we.they call it "summer hour" here in Mexico yes.
So anyway now for a few weeks it is an hour later over there on the other side and I get the BBC programming on the San Diego public radio station out here in front of the house starting my fire at five o'clock instead of six o'clock except that it is six o'clock over there but you can't fool the BBC they know it is really one o'clock a.m. universal time (aka "Greenwich" but no one calls it that any more no no no they don't remember what I said about language and power, eh? Oh yes they do. They know perfectly well. Perfectly. And I listen to the news from England. It is different. Quite. Mind you, the same imperialist Euro-centric pseudo-enlightened liberalist garbage that conquered the world four centuries ago and in spite of fighting war after war between our/them/selves to see who would be big king of the global hill still is lording it over all the others through its tools the world bank and the G-7 and the oh so chic word "globalization" but but but look now Japan and soon China and India and oh oh here comes Islam...)
you are so ignorant it isn't even worth...
Well, I tried to say shut up to myself but am an American flash bam stars and streamers and I am entitled to my opinion, as the knee-jerk says know nothing know it all bla bla bla bla.
So I tell you things are preeeeeety weird around here. I am on the edge of making a monumental change in my lifestyle. Slowly carrying things over one back pack at a time. Supposedly tomorrow I will get the key and make a copy. That is when I will begin to escalate my change even more. Redundant, no? "Escalate even more" eh? Ej.
My fire is burning pretty good now. It took. The sun goes down into clouds in the west. I won't be able to see the new crescent moon. Maybe tomorrow night if there's no clouds then. Tonight the fog is coming in. We are getting our typical spring California weather. Cool nights and warm days. Ah, boring paradise.
I started the fire early so have enough daylight and twilight to write a couple pages in longhand on lined pages. Type later tonight. Elsewhere the world is waking up with flowers and such. Here we have some green grass but there won't be very many wildflowers this year there just has not been very much rain at all. And that was not what I expected either. I am beginning to doubt all my premonitions and forecasts. Amen. Goes to show me what an arrogant egotist I really am. Shut up Daniel.
Denial is a river in Egypt. I put down the pen. Night falls around me darkness.
Here at 117 degrees west longitude the sun sets twelve minutes early. Because it is not 120 degrees longitude meridian. Go figure. Three degrees times four minutes. Fifteen times twenty-four equals three hundred sixty. Go figure. Yeah. One reason I love math is it is mostly perfect. One reason I love language is it is mostly imperfect. No balance here, only the slippery slope of meaning. You give it breath. I only cough, nervously, anticipating that finger up my ass that says oh oh, hernia. Or, so far, not.
I sit in front of the house burning wood and staring into the flames, and then the coals. Dream mangled words and flickering red, gray, heat, smoke. One hour, two, go by. The tamale sales guy comes by through the night and I buy two. Tasty. Mmmm. Tamales.
Tomorrow night I go to record poetry at the radio station. I wonder how much time they will want. I better go prepared for two hours and then cut it down to less.
19.mar.2007
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