February 2012
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Thus Fucked Friedrich Nietzsche, pt. 1
When nearing climax, did Nietzsche howl something about ‘overcoming’ to let his sexual partner know?
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Aquello del Tango
Eso de un giro por aqui o por allá, peligrando en la sinuosidad, te dije no saber bailar, más, cual passeriforme, desobedeciste, no gustas del formalismo de la gravedad, aterrizando sobre un césped como alunizando, sin respirar.
Milongueamos, rostro y rostro pegado habiendo roto el papier-mâché entre nosotros,
y los demás, quimera inevitable y a un desliz de distancia, enceguecen por el...
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Federico Garcia Lorca: BALADA INTERIOR →
16 de Julio de 1920 (Vega de Zujaira)
A Gabriel
El corazón que tenía en la escuela donde estuvo pintada la cartilla primera, ¿está en ti, noche negra?
(Frío, frío, como el agua del río)
El primer beso que supo a beso y fue para mis labios niños como la lluvia fresca, ¿está en ti, noche negra?
(Frío, frío, como el agua del río)
Mi primer verso. La niña de las trenzas que miraba de frente,...
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WatchThe Haves and Soon-to-Haves
January 2012
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Common People
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Papa Would Be Proud
I toast to a french roast of arabica as night falls, right around midnight I struggle with that should or should not, I wrestle a storm cloud, perhaps I can break it
all I have is a little bit of twine to rope it
The shepherded life It’s honestly quite the monolith to chip at or go around, or climb over
unless it’s not and you can spend all your time solving a crossword puzzle at...
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intercedí
se me acaba la linea! quise decir algo más
se ha pasado el tiempo y ha colapsado el espacio envuelto en silencio de fin a comienzo y de comienzo a fin
sucedió el momento
y ni lo vi
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ce que j’avais été
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I meant the sizzle of the sun as horizon’s watery crests turn the light off
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Dacryocystocele
Until one day you left little by little as noon crept lounging records of attempted sprawl as aural trompe les yeux dripping upon the dream stalagmite, every drop of calcified want, silently,
when, remember when?, you entrained a silver bullet to New York and would not get off,
that I may drink your blood, the overflow of a coronary bleed, that strangest of needs to leap to inebriation from a...
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dear 2012
I want to start off on the right foot, which means I should get some things straight from the get-go.
I have quite a bit of poetry in me. It shall emanate from wherever it lurks. Tonight it sounds somewhat like this:
don’t leave, I don’t know your last known address, or what fall scents you find tickle the bristles in you I’ve yet to see.
happy new year’s, and a toast...
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“Mira, no pido mucho,
solamente tu mano, tenerla
como un sapito que duerme así...”
– Happy New Year - Julio Cortázar. (via lasperrasnegras)
December 2011
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The Classical Age
You know how, if one were to divide the scalp into thirds,
the top loses out to the temples;
it reminded me not to forget,
as if youth takes flight from a runway strip
atop disheveled curls
thinning to a lesser extent,
that you and I met
with a full head of hair,
and that I must remake
the strands making waves
beneath dead Patroclus’s helmet
again, before all detachment
takes place.
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Untitled 2
cut up, digested, pre made: the ease upon which, I suppose, I would build,
that under whose weight I choose to imagine my revolution, the lazy, crawling
secretive kind, the cynical and bright october and july, that which makes sense
uninspiredly because it came to mind, an original reframing of the ever fainter
regurgitating of every mess and every bead from a gloried past; the always reason
for...
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Anonymous asked: You seem to be wasting time elsewhere. That is not fair. You have a steady fan base here who expect and demand a higher frequency of posts. Please excuse the harshness, but you seem in need of some good old spanking.
November 2011
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World headed for irreversible climate change in... →
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Regarding the Age of (Super)Man, or How I Learned...
Part I: Introduction
It is always fascinating to learn of kindred wavelengths in the expression of the mind!
Tragically, however, most folk are quite averse to be exposed to evidence contrary to their beliefs; call it confirmation bias, as Kahneman did, or some other stripe of cognitive bias that seeks to avoid dissonance at the most private of experiential realms. In history and mythology, this...
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The Problem With Falling In Love: The Masseuse
How to tell that it hurt where she touched? That knot she had kneaded hadn’t existed (nor had any kneading really been needed) in the morning, as I made my way to gate B37 and happened to glance from a distance at a slender figure with lopsided auburn locks standing behind a row of massage chairs. Whatever fantasies ensued from re-imagining the use of these articulated contraptions, I...
October 2011
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Hippie Boy
BBC News - Exotic animals on loose in Ohio →
Of course, what worries me is the possibility of the animals overfeeding on the large, slow Ohioans, known to be composed of over 78% corn-derived materials, most of which must not be digestible for the unknowing carnivores that are on the loose. My advise to the tigers, the lions and the bears: try to stick with minorities…indians, if at all possible. Don’t be fooled by the...
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Failure
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A note about disruption:
I shall desist from my multilingual description of the occurrence of autumnal scents upon my axillae in favor of what I hope will be a more appetizing subject matter. Last night, a somewhat anonymous reader of one of my posts fed my vanity by acknowledging it as a source of inspiration for a rant of his own. Despite planning on making some sort of point with the line of writing I had recently...
Today Liberty Plaza had a visit from Slavoj Zizek... →
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¿Quiéres bailar? (COL)
Mi chucha huele a bosque en el otoño.
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Empire Ants
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Care to dance?
Sometimes my armpits smell of woodlands in the fall.
August 2011
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When that day comes...
A day comes when the love of your life, a hippie whom you met dancing salsa in high humidity, never calls you back. She traveled up and down South America braiding and selling ankle bracelets to eat, which you thought was absolutely fascinating because you don’t think you’d ever have it in you to take up a neo-nomadic lifestyle (you’re too comfy in your ways), and she reminded...
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Europe
Lofty liek teh clued dick mitt gross sweat fun der Erde
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The Collected Wisdom From A Three-Day Kegger in...
“You’re either taking the picture or making the picture!”
I don’t know who finished whose sentence, but it was accorded that this was the reason you didn’t take a camera to a three day binge of a variety of intoxicating agents. Someone will, without fail, break out a camera and someone’s gotta be making the picture. If you are one of those making the pictures,...
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Speak of the Devil