WELL OKAY FIRST after a couple hours on internet I come downhill from Otay by bus to the Zona Rio and Centro.

Then I cross over on foot back toward the San Ysidro mcdonols where B and J are going to meet A and me at 5:30 but I know they will be there at 4:30 because California on the other side is already on daylight saving time and Mexico doesn't go to summer hour until next month.

And I also know that for the same reason, time-change, A won't show up until maybe SIX o'friking CLOCK because she thinks it's still only five-thirty AND IT IS HERE in Mexico, my dear friends, oh yes, for another couple weeks, and besides that being a delicious, beautiful and fashionable Mexican lady (oh her husband I hope he knows how lucky, blessed and fortunate he is to have children by her and one hopes to love her too) where was I... oh yes being fashionable she will show up maybe by six, just about the time the sun sets oh oh no more natural light for filming because that is what they have come to Tijuana to do film some local poets and poetry. Later on they want to film P and R and E and...

And so sure enough I get there at 4:42 and there enough they are B and J, and we sit around for an hour waiting for A to show up and well she is only ten minutes late which testifies to how important this is to her filming one of her poems but hell she's pretty damn good usually about time yes you remember she got bent out of shape when we read for twenty minutes instead of ten last month was it only last month no by the time you read this it will be april already so it will have been month before last yes but today no still the end of march and last. Okay. ANYWAY we finally

we finally all got together and bundled along the boulevard in B's new hybrid oh my I was so excited a real hybrid car that goes humm mmmmm instead of chugga chuffa chugga chuffa chugg and we went to the ICBC and J and B recorded A reading her poem for F and then I read the translation but I insisted the filming be of me reading the translation to her because she wrote it and I hold myself to a far higher standard of self-interest than me myself and I alone I know the film or at least I think the film will look better with a two-for setup of the translator reading to the poet and if the film looks better than that

then we go over to CECUT to watch a documentary film about the plumed horn el corno emplumado a poetry magazine from the 1960s that published both angloamerican and latinamerican poets before it was finally shut down by the government after the massacre of tlatelolco

after the film some local poets talk about the political condition of poetry now and then, except for Gilberto Zuñiga who thought it was to be a reading so he brought poetry to read and of course I am suddenly transported to another heaven I really really love the sound of poetry echoing around a room where people are listening

ALL THAT WAS YESTERDAY and now tomorrow the next day I mean today I will have another heaven across the river at ICBC where the poets of the group no lugar will be reading

tomorrow I mean tonight I will scribble and scribble and scribble while they read and then tomorrow or the next day when it really is tomorrow or the next day I will create a poem made up of all the words I stole from them.

FOUND . CONSTRUCT . TRANSLATE
from the no lugar reading @ ICBC 30.3.7

We got to change things just when I began,
ignored, my love, the on-time telephone
the very table we are invaded, envy
the night the poet field of flower
you are the flower in the field
you think it means anything

I believe two-step thousand and blood
no shoving it makes me tremble in you
our honey, other mouths neither
wind nor cold blessed one who 
does not repeat I am tide and light
that was the marine prose 
night has arrived in your womb 
there is no place for noise

tasting your stories of crows and reptiles
punta banda & a fixer-upper I keep
the gifts because it's Tuesday
and the trash is coming
lip cruise liner visitors
little christmas lights burning
we are from the same death spiderwebs

one feels the wind, trapped
the orchids open see them
ruins the wind, the ants
skin answers three times
your tongue be silent
be silent silent the palm trees
neither wide nor efficient
there is no rain on the cement
not to feel them nor be there
the force is brutal I rip
you out, open your wings

ribs leaving me absorbed
the child chooses

I agree that it agrees 
uninvited punishment

in my body, my body an
infinite hip also paper
the ink is, well, invisible
Persephone is here, Phallus
my invisible, invariable dream
is I wake up you move and run
run run run black eye pandemic
slow vulture time space nervous
happy irreverent serious the 
post-magicas ambient system warriors
magic rooted in question, reflection
to be a post-magica is liquid transparency

half-human half-animal
beast lost in the labyrinth
of its own life I fall
and there is no wind
only the fall
one voice one
captive will

thought your mirrors
the stone makes circles
in the water it was raining
do you remember

no word, no place

ROBERTO . ANTONIO . MARIANA . JOANA . MINERVA
GABRIELA . AMARANTA . ARIANA . PATY . & . G