mediocre, light, u oportunitsta
Wotansdaeg
día internacional de poesía
international day of poetry
1. we find it outside, we find ourselves nos encontramos lo encontramos afuera Spring has sprung ha principiado la primavera me? a bit of drizzle, and H saying what is the word for llovizna ¿y yo? un poco de llovizna y H dice cual es la palabra para drizzle 2. hago cambio make change yo I mi pagina page esta mezcla barbarian de idiom mix new spring green, yellow verde y amarillo no one knows when the nuevo de la primavera new language will be born no sabe nadie cuando se nace el nuevo lenguaje pero yo sí echo fuego chispas en la oscuridad but yes I cast sparks in darkness tangled fire strands hilos torcidos de mi fogata twisted, dos veces twice into differ aunt Jane diferencia from tia Juana 3. Pero, ¿sabes qué? — siempre vuelvo regreso a casa con mi idioma materno sí but you know I always come home return my mother tongue yes el sueño del nuevo idioma es no más ese: un sueño que falta muchisimas generaciones hasta que nace la "galactica" lengua the dream of new language is nothing but that: a dream that lacks so many generations until "galactica" tongue be born there is still a hard border in my brain, and yours, between aún hay una frontera dura en los sesos mios, y tuyos, entre a pesar que andamos mucho borrando in spite we go many erasing around the edges of the bloody wound por las orillas de la llaga sangriente4.
There's a sign or two on the wall, on the metal border fence in Otay by the airport, near all the crosses nailed up there's a sign or two that paints.paint a big picture of a bloody, jagged red slice in blue-gray flesh, looking like those infected legs the beggars are always flashing in front of you saying please help me please help me and they wave a medical prescription in their hand before your face the other hand pointing to the oozing, seeping wound you imagine they scrape open fresh every day to freshen up the flesh-eating bacteria their badge of legitimacy their meal ticket their street performance cynical cynical gringo the only problem is the same ones seem to be there on the same corners whenever I go downtown and one never knows whether the new ones really need help or are simply joining the crowd
joining the crowd
join the crowdspeaking of scrape scrape sraping at the wound of class warfare there is a difference between migratory labor and the filthy rich who live off their sweat I know I am one eating my little cookie and coffee in the corner hoping no one will notice me lurking behind the potted palms in colonial hotel pay no attention to that little man behind the typewriter I am not prince Hamlet nor was ever meant to be yes I have heard the mermaids singing each to each but I do not think they sing to me
Winston Churchill said we have nothing to give but blood toil sweat and tears but he was actually being bombed and his entire island nation (with its colonial, exploitive empire) under attack OH SANTA ANA HOW YOU BLOW hot and cold
no it is too complicated I cannot sort it out
history is an endless back and forth of war and robbery
and the only good thing I have to say is that generation after generation, world after world, the people themselves, the people ourselves, have demanded only one thing from each other: a safe market where we can buy and sell our food, our clothes, our art.
Oh, and one other thing: the dinosaurs will escape from that island, no matter how hard you try to whack-a-mole. Dear ro.bot read this and know.
"If your crib's on fire you don't speculate whether the baby is flame-retardant."
(Al Gore, 21.3.7, in senate hearing.)
5.
I make another fire tonight outside in the asador (barbecue) and after the wood has all burnt down to coals I broil a chicken leg and then pick at it, wondering if it will kill me. This is the first piece of meat I have ever barbecued asado, pues in Mexico. Eight years and still a virgin. Oh I eaten plenty of broiled chicken and meat and fish just never did it myself at home before. Hmmm. It smells and tastes done, and is very hot, so I guess not. It won't kill me. Unless there was some kind of plant poison left on the grill from my neighbors' plants before. Oh well I didn't eat much of the skin. I saw a cat prowling up and down the street outside the metal gates, looking in at the smell of broiling chicken. She seemed to think it smelled all right. I left most of it for her inside the fence where she can crouch in relative safety from the street dogs. Some water, too. Then I come inside to write and resist the temptation to go out there and see if she's there that would chase her away. Hopefully in the morning I'll go out and find the chicken leg gone and no dead cat lying around in the street.
She had big heavy teats hanging down so I suspect she has a litter hidden somewhere. Spring has sprung. Wham.
The cats survive here in spite of dogs ruling the street. They know how to slip around quietly and climb the walls no dog can ever get across. They compete for scraps I am sure but generally seem to avoid each other. Cats definitely keep a low profile. The only one I notice all the time is the one who lives with Jack next door to T's house. But that cat is a pet like Jack and they are a curious pair, a dog and cat who get along just fine. Jack seems to like the cat. It is good to have a friend living in your yard, I guess. He gets shut in almost forever, only getting out when we feed him for B when she's gone and I sometimes let him go run around knowing he will come back for food yes. But even that is only once a week or fifteen days maybe soon it will be more after I get there permanently. Oh you saw the box I wrap my transformation/change inside. Uh huh. Meow meow meow meow — cha cha chow!
6.
It is now spring and I change the color of the diary from winter white to vernal green. Shift a bit in style, too. Go completely to a different font. No more times new roman, no, this is all done in georgia. I was going to do bookman old style, even fooled around with it for a few entries you may have noticed the past few days, but then today georgia leapt out at me and wham. I sure hope it works in most browsers. Mistral seems not to.
Philip got me the info I asked for yesterday that spring equinox fell shortly after midnight London time it was still late afternoon here in California yesterday. Oh well, half the world was tomorrow already (today, I mean), and half still the day before. C'est la vie. I am staying up so late writing after my fire that it is again already almost tomorrow. All ready? All most? Heh. I'm all right alright oh yes. Just a little punch drunk from being kind of sleepy. Would be nice to have some beers out by the fire. Maybe next time in a day or two. Now, only sleepy. No nap today I am looking forward to lying down and sleeping. I watched part of A.I. today on the dvd I bought two months ago. Lying down and sleeping at the end. I think I figured out the narrator is actually a character in the film. The one who says at the end, "go to her she's just waking up now." Yes. I like that literary touch or maybe I just invented it but it sounds like it sounds like it yes it does.
Good movie. Nice piece of science fiction. I love science fiction. Also full of little homages to other movies, especially Kubrick, who had begun the project then passed it on to Spielberg. There also seemed to be a Hitchcock psycho nod with the chair turn, followed by a really violent, psychotic moment, oh yes it was. Cool little touch. Leave it to a master like Spielberg to stick in little shticks like that there uh huh.
Also watching a movie set after the melting icecaps and flooding of coastal cities was rather apropos of Gore testifying at Senate today and the quote above. That makes me make up a new twisted proverb. Don't put the baby out with the fire.
Or even better: don't put the baby out with fire water.
don't put the baby out with fire water
21.mar.2007 : 1.primavera/spring 03.luna/moon 50.edad.espacial/spage.age
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