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“[...]yo escribo porque el druido, / bajo el rumor de sílabas del himno, / encina bien plantada en una página, / me dió el gajo de muérdago, el conjuro / que hace brotar palabras de la peña. / Los nombres acumulan sus imágenes. / Las imágenes acumulan sus gaseosas, / conjeturales confederaciones. / Nubes y nubes, fantasmal galope / de las nubes sobre las crestas / de mi memoria.” -Octavio Paz

August 20, 2014

Yes it’s late here. Unrelated; here is mexico city

Pride land

A city looks different at night

It’s a glow worm
coming down the metro tunnel

you spot exotic tequilas
made from sinning crystal

strewn across fields,
glimmering poppies

that sprout across the erect skyline
and haze instead of mountains

As you place yourself
in the role of penthouse

the skyline is never so
threatening as a stranger,

perhaps a Colombian swamp,
that you lose

in the convenience store distance
The cups king rules here,

any desert of relationships
that bridles your wild taxis,

like these packs of hyenas
held people this far into the dark

You are an antelope, a wildebeest,
some animal I’ve never heard of

The sky crackles
in a tire fire, you scream

16 hours ago
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Non-violence is a piece of theatre. You need an audience. What can you do when you have no audience? People have the right to resist annihilation.

August 8, 2014

I wander looking

I wander looking
for you, without
looking for you

I nourish myself
on the essence of
black poplars and lost dreams

of rainy seasons set in
glass hallways
where their audience saw ever

-ything’s palms pressed
against the water
without warmth,

without washing
About my home
here the sidewalks grow

increasingly beset
with hounds who leave
their daytime footprints

in this misty recent cement
shell over the lake of soil
I sleep little

and wrapped in iron,
for all that it burns me
as well, as howls

and a caravan charge
the air, splinters
and shattered bayonets

Where it would carry me, I say not.
How we gird hopes
against the end!

2 days ago
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Journalist:"It might be inconvenient to interrupt our profound discussion and change the subject slightly, but I would like to know whether extraneous, abstract thoughts ever enter your head while playing a game?"
Mikhail Tal:Yes. For example, I will never forget my game with GM Vasiukov on a USSR Championship. We reached a very complicated position where I was intending to sacrifice a knight. The sacrifice was not obvious; there was a large number of possible variations; but when I began to study hard and work through them, I found to my horror that nothing would come of it. Ideas piled up one after another. I would transport a subtle reply by my opponent, which worked in one case, to another situation where it would naturally prove to be quite useless. As a result my head became filled with a completely chaotic pile of all sorts of moves, and the infamous "tree of variations", from which the chess trainers recommend that you cut off the small branches, in this case spread with unbelievable rapidity.
And then suddenly, for some reason, I remembered the classic couplet by Korney Ivanović Chukovsky:"Oh, what a difficult job it was. To drag out of the marsh the hippopotamus".
I do not know from what associations the hippopotamus got into the chess board, but although the spectators were convinced that I was continuing to study the position, I, despite my humanitarian education, was trying at this time to work out:just how WOULD you drag a hippopotamus out of the marsh? I remember how jacks figured in my thoughts, as well as levers, helicopters, and even a rope ladder.
After a lengthy consideration I admitted defeat as an engineer, and thought spitefully to myself:"Well, just let it drown!" And suddenly the hippopotamus disappeared. Went right off the chessboard just as he had come on ... of his own accord! And straightaway the position did not appear to be so complicated. Now I somehow realized that it was not possible to calculate all the variations, and that the knight sacrifice was, by its very nature, purely intuitive. And since it promised an interesting game, I could not refrain from making it.
And the following day, it was with pleasure that I read in the paper how Mikhail Tal, after carefully thinking over the position for 40 minutes, made an accurately calculated piece sacrifice."
2 weeks ago
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[Simple Language] is intended as an option, like Braille, not an imposed standard, like the Newspeak in Ninety-Eighty-Four. Far from stigmatizing intellectuals, it is a means of empowering a group of people that are all too often excluded from the discussion. And, perhaps most importantly, it is a conscientious effort, a carefully constructed means of expression with many, many rules, whereas any shift toward linguistic parochialism among those of us without cognitive disabilities usually comes from an unwillingness to give much care or thought to what we say.
From today’s post, “Simple Language & Democracy" at Painting On Scars. (via emilysullivansanford)

This is important. Not anti-intellectual, just pro-empowerment.

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2 weeks ago
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July 21, 2014 pt. 2

Here’s the second one


Bricolage and basket weaving

this park is glut with birds,
sick with so many

glass and stone and
paint and blood creatures

A fountain that doesn’t move
Hands hold all the flagpoles

so that they remember
which way is skyward

Most of the birds
have already forgotten

They’ve laced their claws
and bones into baskets

for their beaks
and orange blossoms, now

4 weeks ago
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July 15, 2014

 turn on 

everything is turned off/ 
turn everything off/ 

everything gets turned off/ 
let’s start this 

from it’s beginning/ 
but carefully,

you only get so many beginnings 
/ two men, from a dream/ 

standing in the cumulus/ 
hiding 

in the heavens/ 
from the rain/ 

again

Art: “the art of conversation” Rene Magritte

July 15, 2014

turn on

everything is turned off/
turn everything off/

everything gets turned off/
let’s start this

from it’s beginning/
but carefully,

you only get so many beginnings
/ two men, from a dream/

standing in the cumulus/
hiding

in the heavens/
from the rain/

again

Art: “the art of conversation” Rene Magritte
1 month ago
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odinsblog:

"Looting and Rioting"
First, people need to understand something about the “riots” in Ferguson: I get the feeling that a lot of White people are somehow thinking “Wow, those Black people just stood up in their living rooms and basically set fires to their own residences”
Not the way it works…
You know what neighborhood businesses typically get burned? The ones that aren’t Black owned. You’ve seen them — the pawn shops, the quick-marts, the pay-day loan stores, the liquor stores, the third tier rent-to-own stores…you know, the kind of stores you rarely see on every other corner in middle class White neighborhoods. In short, all the businesses endemic of profiteering and structural poverty…the same businesses that like to follow innocent Black people around in stores for no reason. The businesses that won’t hire many of the Black people living in the neighborhoods they’re profiting off of. The businesses that charge twice as much for the same goods & services that are half as expensive in White neighborhoods
THOSE are the businesses that typically get burned in impoverished neighborhoods. Now, while I’m not necessarily advocating riots, I will repeat the words of Martin Luther King Jr, “I think that we’ve got to see that a riot is the language of the unheard”
Second, Other than corporate media outlets repeating what the police are telling them, I haven’t seen much hard evidence of honest to God unprovoked “rioting”…but what I have seen is lots of white police firing tear gas and rubber bullets at peaceful protesters. I’ve seen militarized police aim guns, tanks and sound cannons at unarmed civilians in their own neighborhoods. I’ve seen police not interviewing, but arresting key witnesses. I’ve seen people getting gassed in their homes—THEIR HOMES—for committing the crime of what, being Black at home?
The media goes on and on about “looting and rioting” without focusing too much on the police’s strong-arm tactics, they’re complicit in furthering the ratings meme of “unreasonably angry Black people” 
False media narratives: do the words match the facts?

odinsblog:

"Looting and Rioting"

First, people need to understand something about the “riots” in Ferguson: I get the feeling that a lot of White people are somehow thinking “Wow, those Black people just stood up in their living rooms and basically set fires to their own residences”

Not the way it works…

You know what neighborhood businesses typically get burned? The ones that aren’t Black owned. You’ve seen them — the pawn shops, the quick-marts, the pay-day loan stores, the liquor stores, the third tier rent-to-own stores…you know, the kind of stores you rarely see on every other corner in middle class White neighborhoods. In short, all the businesses endemic of profiteering and structural poverty…the same businesses that like to follow innocent Black people around in stores for no reason. The businesses that won’t hire many of the Black people living in the neighborhoods they’re profiting off of. The businesses that charge twice as much for the same goods & services that are half as expensive in White neighborhoods

THOSE are the businesses that typically get burned in impoverished neighborhoods. Now, while I’m not necessarily advocating riots, I will repeat the words of Martin Luther King Jr, I think that we’ve got to see that a riot is the language of the unheard

Second, Other than corporate media outlets repeating what the police are telling them, I haven’t seen much hard evidence of honest to God unprovoked “rioting”…but what I have seen is lots of white police firing tear gas and rubber bullets at peaceful protesters. I’ve seen militarized police aim guns, tanks and sound cannons at unarmed civilians in their own neighborhoods. I’ve seen police not interviewing, but arresting key witnesses. I’ve seen people getting gassed in their homes—THEIR HOMES—for committing the crime of what, being Black at home?

The media goes on and on about “looting and rioting” without focusing too much on the police’s strong-arm tactics, they’re complicit in furthering the ratings meme of “unreasonably angry Black people” 

False media narratives: do the words match the facts?

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1 day ago
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dreadqueer:

Reports of mcdonalds being broken into and looted need to take into account why


And, moreover, why the media is more concerned with the protection of the private property interests and concerns of one of the largest, and assuredly most well insured, corporations in the world than state violence and suppression of one of the historically and systematically most oppressed human populations in the country and arguably world. Fuck McDonalds and the police state

dreadqueer:

Reports of mcdonalds being broken into and looted need to take into account why

And, moreover, why the media is more concerned with the protection of the private property interests and concerns of one of the largest, and assuredly most well insured, corporations in the world than state violence and suppression of one of the historically and systematically most oppressed human populations in the country and arguably world. Fuck McDonalds and the police state

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2 days ago
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May 8, 2014

snifflingsailors:

It’s been so long. Sometimes writing and school a la vez is hard

Anthropos

God spoke in a voice
like the rushing of birds

A method of analepsis
which drags petulant

soggy shards of broken glass
from the sandy feet where

they’ve hidden from recovery
Fluttering buttons, discoursing

on…

I’m proud of this one, dammit. I’m also reading my own poetry aloud, drunk, alone

2 weeks ago
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July 31, 2014

Gotta stop getting the metro funk

Know you to speak

That the rivers wash away our wounds
There are some with whom I speak
poetically Others with whom
pragmatically And

some suffer my precision
Else I am another one of a thousand
myselves, scrimshaw herons
clattering gibberish for apples- don’t we all

I want to see stars more, more
Machado in tilled brushlands,
the murderous Castilla,
sews up himself with shrubs

The bones branches singing odes
and benedictions for the belabored
in things I’m not sure of
you, I can’t know to speak to you

2 weeks ago
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Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.

July 21, 2014 pt.1

I wrote a couple new things in a chopperia called Rayuela

Grafting as amateur sculpture

It smelled of thousands of years for
a second that I climbed out of the metro

Five men cut down, the work of two leaves
littering laymen-blue crosswalks

between the scent of evergreens and the house
of the goose downed lines of salted earth

set out to dry the scorched eye sockets
Peaches and tearing out IVs make up my meals-

I am nurtured by blood spilled before time
All such a waste

4 weeks ago
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