Tuesday, April 30, 2013

[Poema 30] the last demand | la última consigna

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1. I didn't come here the land came to me. I swung the hoe and the sugarbeet raised her green vagina through the moist ground ...
Monday, April 29, 2013

[Poema 29] Ellas son nosotras | We are the ancestors

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Our ancestors gave life to our great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmothers and grandfathers so that we would remember our...
Sunday, April 28, 2013

[Poema 28] Quetzalcóatl: la revolución emplumada (fragmentos)

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I Quetzalcóatl regresó este año de turista y se le expiró la visa ahora es considerado terrorista. 500 años sin serpientes emp...
Saturday, April 27, 2013

[Poema 27] la guerra de la ternura

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1 | Mayakovsky Mayakovsky muere cada 14 de abril con una bala en el pecho de la ternura la misma que se puso para que no muri...
Friday, April 26, 2013

[Poema 26] The aura of Buddha

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Buddha is electrocuted Buddha is dead Buddha surges upward a lotus of lightning he cuts down four trees to water, to vomit space ...
Thursday, April 25, 2013

[Poema 25] besos dobles | double moon

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the primacy of matter over thought Of thought over matter Of my imagination of you Over me My thoughts are matter The primacy...
Wednesday, April 24, 2013

[Poema 24] Blues on the horizon & shells in my house

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Before my last heartbeat I want to accompany Billie Holiday with my jarana and my soul Find a corner in an alley of a brick buildi...
Tuesday, April 23, 2013

[Poema 23.5] Imperfections

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Spontaneous writings like the previous twenty-three poems written on the screen have their own internal beauty and perfection, a life of...

[Poema 23] El humano que no fue fotografiado

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caballo loco caballo loco la locura de tu libertad la locura de tu caballo indomitable no hay ni nunca habrá una cámara fotográfi...
Monday, April 22, 2013

[Poema 22] Resurrecciones

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Antes de vivir una vez he muerto tres vidas La mujer que merece todas las vidas ha perdido las vidas que dio ahora quiere resurrec...
Sunday, April 21, 2013

[Poema 21] The rain & the backpack

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My hands have become the rain. My lungs, the roots of the oldest birth My belly-button, a volcano My words, serpent-clouds. My lips...
Saturday, April 20, 2013

[Poema 20] Metamorphosis

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Socorro says time doesn't make sense anymore She counts the weekdays on her fingers Monday Tuesday Wednesday, mumbles Thur...
Friday, April 19, 2013

[Poema 19] Socorro

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Our mother is wailing her anger is choking her she raises her face into the night Her tears rain up into the darkness M...
Thursday, April 18, 2013

[Poema 18] How we got this sick

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In Boston a white man attacks two women because they have their heads covered with a veil, a hijab He punches, kicks, curses their w...
Wednesday, April 17, 2013

[Poema 17] Openings

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One I am open for poetry I am closed for business I am open for the sun I am closed to the coldest shoulder. I am open for life I...
Tuesday, April 16, 2013

[Poema 16] Long shot, wide angle

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500 years is a long movie a high-definition screen a wide angle shot all the details are there broken bones broken tongues weep...
Monday, April 15, 2013

[Poema 15] Song against the bombs

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1. My love, listen the bombs make it hard to hear the honey of your voice the burning flesh quashes the aroma of our flowers L...
Sunday, April 14, 2013

[Poema 14] Estas manos

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Estas manos nacieron entre las huertas haciendo las manzanas más rojas haciendo los duraznos más jugosos haciendo a los árboles má...
Saturday, April 13, 2013

[Poema 13] Manifesto nocturno

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Eres la voz ancestral, abuelita, eres la amante de los sollozos destruyes mis hombros con sus quejidos la noche es un velo de es...
Friday, April 12, 2013

[Poema 12] Preguntas del ser | 1980

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Soy clase social o indio, soy guitarra eléctrica o caracol lleno de pulmones. Soy tierra o soy mentira. Soy viento o aire acondic...