Those who sharpened their dog tooth at midnight
fell before the carcass
panting... All bark and no bite..
They've fallen victims of powdered lime smelling substance.
They were stripped naked by their shadow and left with nothing but
[fantastic lucid gargoyles that went about
courting and judging
criticizing and justifying; Praising them
and putting them down,
while they struggled to remain part human..
Those who sharpened their dog-tooth at midnight fell before the carcass
panting...
Monday, July 27, 2009
Amor consumerista #2
Cada vez q comprábamos algo, nos alejábamos un poco mas..
Los endorsos voluntarios d la "registra marcada"- como me gusta llamarle-
Son bofetones d salmón a la cara...
Llenando distancias con pertenencias...
Si hoy no hacíamos pie con bola, iba y me compraba una camisa...mañana un reloj.....
ella, unos tacones; qizá unos aretes..
Los endorsos voluntarios d la "registra marcada"- como me gusta llamarle-
Son bofetones d salmón a la cara...
Llenando distancias con pertenencias...
Si hoy no hacíamos pie con bola, iba y me compraba una camisa...mañana un reloj.....
ella, unos tacones; qizá unos aretes..
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Farraginous
“We never enter the same river twice” Heraclitus.
The tire went flat…so we got out of the car and started walking.
Down at the river, we wrote with water on stones, words vanishing, erased by the sun. Little or no trace of our footprints was left behind.
What is this I write?…
Tomorrow … whenever a coqui leaps through a window, expression lines, forgotten trails will emerge, carved on my thought-brain…
They say that people lie. They say…
I have lies.
There are lonely people inside their apartmentsthat can’t figure out the ciphers…
It must be true! Their must be unmentioned words, hidden, incubating in random nests under untamed tongues, al shriveled and tangled like dust bunnies. Hatching sounds that send quivers down conservatives’ spines. A hand scratches a chalk board, and its lunchtime and kids will play hopscotch, hide and seek, truth or dare. Spitting words like kangaroola, fishla, sir bugalo. Two lovers lay on the grass whispsighing. A beating heart, under a rib cage, will drum rapidly when the ramble tickles the cartilage. Blushing ears will peep out and flee from hermetically shut minds, in search of whispsighs, lovecraves and the sorts. All of which had been hidden under sheets of grammar, waged-labor and unquestioned-obedience - buildings inhabited by tyrannytutions will collapse in every city-; medleys of heterogeneous butterfly-birds will arrive, nest and lay their offspring,signaling, to the delight of Dreambums, migrating season, to go where unheard words await us all.
The tire went flat…so we got out of the car and started walking.
Down at the river, we wrote with water on stones, words vanishing, erased by the sun. Little or no trace of our footprints was left behind.
What is this I write?…
Tomorrow … whenever a coqui leaps through a window, expression lines, forgotten trails will emerge, carved on my thought-brain…
They say that people lie. They say…
I have lies.
There are lonely people inside their apartmentsthat can’t figure out the ciphers…
It must be true! Their must be unmentioned words, hidden, incubating in random nests under untamed tongues, al shriveled and tangled like dust bunnies. Hatching sounds that send quivers down conservatives’ spines. A hand scratches a chalk board, and its lunchtime and kids will play hopscotch, hide and seek, truth or dare. Spitting words like kangaroola, fishla, sir bugalo. Two lovers lay on the grass whispsighing. A beating heart, under a rib cage, will drum rapidly when the ramble tickles the cartilage. Blushing ears will peep out and flee from hermetically shut minds, in search of whispsighs, lovecraves and the sorts. All of which had been hidden under sheets of grammar, waged-labor and unquestioned-obedience - buildings inhabited by tyrannytutions will collapse in every city-; medleys of heterogeneous butterfly-birds will arrive, nest and lay their offspring,signaling, to the delight of Dreambums, migrating season, to go where unheard words await us all.
376
Dreambum 376
The patent ordeal
- In Oniricstan, Synecdoches patent the weirdest things. Once, a fellow demanded that surgeons remove the sweat glands of his brain dead wife at the hospital. It happens that his wife had the sweetest smelling sweat and B.O. He patented the genetic make up of her sweat glands, reproduced thousands of cloned ones and sold them for a fortune. The new trend made lots of money for the surgeons performing the removal and in-plants procedures…-.
-Talk about immortalizing someone…-.
***
Cloning human beings was legalized… and nothing happened. People lived happily seeing themselves passing by at intersections and stoplight corners.
The patent ordeal
- In Oniricstan, Synecdoches patent the weirdest things. Once, a fellow demanded that surgeons remove the sweat glands of his brain dead wife at the hospital. It happens that his wife had the sweetest smelling sweat and B.O. He patented the genetic make up of her sweat glands, reproduced thousands of cloned ones and sold them for a fortune. The new trend made lots of money for the surgeons performing the removal and in-plants procedures…-.
-Talk about immortalizing someone…-.
***
Cloning human beings was legalized… and nothing happened. People lived happily seeing themselves passing by at intersections and stoplight corners.
134
Dreambum 134
As Josh was driving back to his workplace, a school bus passed him by. All the kids inside the bus shouting -Give us pizza, delivery guy, give us pizza!-. All their little hands extending out of the windows, begging for a slice –Give us pizza delivery man!-. One of these days he will pass by the school bus driver and make her stop, give out pizza to the kids and feel good about his masturbating/couch potato/ smelly nerd-game-freak life.
***
Cloned meat? Who gives a shit about that? Does it have the protein…huh?! Huh?!
As Josh was driving back to his workplace, a school bus passed him by. All the kids inside the bus shouting -Give us pizza, delivery guy, give us pizza!-. All their little hands extending out of the windows, begging for a slice –Give us pizza delivery man!-. One of these days he will pass by the school bus driver and make her stop, give out pizza to the kids and feel good about his masturbating/couch potato/ smelly nerd-game-freak life.
***
Cloned meat? Who gives a shit about that? Does it have the protein…huh?! Huh?!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Palabra Atmosférica
Has notado q la lluvia es cueva...
Q los sueldos y los precios varían de acuerdo al calor y la seqía.
Q la palabra es un fenómeno atmosférico...
El silencio...cordenadas,
trayecto.
Q la dicotomía es la puerta a un laberinto redondo q imaginamos mundo.
Por eso...
la entropía nos llevara a politomía
y sacrificaremos la telepatía por aparatos d comunicación y mensajes d text.
Q los sueldos y los precios varían de acuerdo al calor y la seqía.
Q la palabra es un fenómeno atmosférico...
El silencio...cordenadas,
trayecto.
Q la dicotomía es la puerta a un laberinto redondo q imaginamos mundo.
Por eso...
la entropía nos llevara a politomía
y sacrificaremos la telepatía por aparatos d comunicación y mensajes d text.
Conversaciones con Hermes
Mi amigo Hermes, dentro d lo q conversabamos, pauta: "La vértebra d la nación es el deporte" Lo q condiciona la nación a ser un vertebrado.. ésto me pone triste, porq conozco d otros animales o organismos -si qeremos llamarles así-, que reconozco son mas versátiles q los vertebrados en diversos aspectos d la vida. Como por ejemplo las estrellas d mar, q cada extremidad q le cortes se convierte en otra estrella d mar; o las abejas q saben polinizar las plantas y bailan cuando están hablando. Y Hermes me detiene y me dice "Q es natural...q todos antropomorficamos, y q la nacion es mas como un homo sapiens". Lo q a su vez significa, q es inevitable q las naciones sean cazadoras. Esta serie d enunciados me deja contemplando si deseo naciones...
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