Filed under: early in the morning, i´ll be forever blue, no more words, tierna y triste es la noche
“salió con sus manos en las bolsas, y/ se echó a andar: atravesó calles, parques,/ estacionamientos, cruzó avenidas,/ tropezó con piedras, orinó un árbol,/ siguió caminando; caminó siempre/ con el gesto turbio, con los puños crispados.”
Filed under: i´ll be forever blue
today was a good day. a dear friend came to visit me at the office. i gave my last class of “introducción a la lit inglesa”, we discussed a poem by Donne, the group was very receptive. at noon i helped a collegue with her group. yesterday i finished “i, claudius” and today began “Claudius, the god”. great novels. the poem that i was writing, and which i wrote about some posts ago, is not finished yet. im a total failure here: somehow i have negected my linguistic powers, so poetry has neglected me. i have to sit down during 30 consecutive days and work hard and see what happens. im tired. tomorrow we will have our annual “Otoño Canadiense”. last year, it was dedicated to canadian poetry; this year it will be about Canadian film and documentaries. one of our star speakers is Will Straw. i have began to write a diary of my dreams. it seemed important to keep a record of my dreams. im tired. im leaving you all. big kiss
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a policeman came to tell me not to take photos, asked for my id and made some silly questions and remarks. i was having a difficult time because i was trying to breath properly (a few minutes before i had had a minor panic attack) so i was calm and polite. when he saw that i was taken out my wallet he said something like “no, i was asking for some id” (the bastard! he was thinking i was going to bribe him) “just a minute” i said. i showed him what we call “credencial de elector”. he told me something like “don´t take photos, people can get the wrong idea and asked for my help and if that happens i will have to take you to the station” i smiled and said “thank you officer”. “what did you photograph?” he asked “the light” i answer.
tengo que hacer pública mi vergüenza: me apena no haber leído antes, desde el mero día en que se publicó, la reseña de “Este bienestar, tibio / This Well-Being, Warm”, escrita por Ernesto Priego. Aquí les dejo dos fragmentos:
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Filed under: i´ll be forever blue
i think my muse is jelous. she doesn´t help me to finish a poem i began a month ago. these last three days i´ve been working hard but somehow the poem doesn´t seem right. i think my muse is jelous because i´ve been flirting with another muse, the one who helps me to take photos. what can i do? i love language and images.
“y por toda su alma se le chorreó / un cosquilleo, como de agua en piedra.”
