12.31.2014

Quemando




letters swallow themselves in seconds.
notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

so much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.

where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
i begin again with the smallest numbers.

quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things i didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.



 naomi shihab

12.23.2014

El Lugar del Fuego



Every heart is a lonesome Hunter

12.17.2014

Sontag


She could be very, very nice — even seductive — to people she wanted something from. She just could not talk to stupid people.

Must Be The Weather

12.10.2014

El Uno



I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.




Orson Scott Card // Ender's Game

La Caída en el Amor

12.04.2014

Dostoevsky



against the wall, the firing squad ready.
then he got a reprieve.
suppose they had shot Dostoevsky?
before he wrote all that?
I suppose it wouldn’t have
mattered
not directly.
there are billions of people who have
never read him and never
will.
but as a young man I know that he
got me through the factories,
past the whores,
lifted me high through the night
and put me down
in a better
place.
even while in the bar
drinking with the other
derelicts,
I was glad they gave Dostoevsky a
reprieve,
it gave me one,
allowed me to look directly at those
rancid faces
in my world,
death pointing its finger,
I held fast,
an immaculate drunk
sharing the stinking dark with
my
brothers.


Charles Bukowski

R I P El Ciudadano



Gravenhurst, real name Nick Talbot, has passed away aged 37.

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12.03.2014

No Sales Mi Comida Con Tus Lágrimas

Against my father’s wishes I study the stars.



“How soon is this, that we’re talking about?”

“Pray we may be gone by then. We have our own ways of Disobedience,— ‘”

Gallos Lloraron Todo el Día

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Martillando por Amor.

12.02.2014

Insectos


Él




He woke, and remembered dying. 


Ken MacLeod // The Stone Canal.