My Two Songs

Song starts at 4:15.

From the mingled passions that made up his past, out of a diversity of bloods, from the crux of a thousand impossible situations, Felix had become the accumulated and single--the embarrassed.

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The wise men say that the remembrance of things past is all we have for a future.

- Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

To Do/Learn/Read/See/Think List from Last Night

1) Escuchar la entrevista y las crónicas de Pedro Lemebel en RadioTierra Chile.

2) Read Australian writer Julia Leigh's books The Disquiet and The Hunter.

3) Ver las películas de Claudia Llosa, Madeinusa y La teta asustada.

4) Escribir algo sobre la canción "Del Signo Libra" del Grupo Libra.

5) Leer Contrabando de Hugo Rascón Banda.

Today I read Claude McKay's sonnets. The Harlem Renaissance poet.

Then I was feeling blue. So I wrote one (a sonnet with no attention to stresses at all):

My friends, this is such a horrible time

of year. I think I do hate Thanksgiving.

Nothing decent to celebrate, and I’m

just here, writing, not planning on leaving

to see anyone, because they’re having

their own holidays with their loved ones, look

I’m not complaining, I’ll keep believing

some thing better is coming and I’ll cook

some rice and beans and surf around Facebook

look at pics and all the late night poses;

wait, that’s not my good side, no wait I shook

a bit (by the way I don’t like roses).

So I just wrote my first sonnet alone.

I’ll still come over, just call my cell phone.

And then someone just called me, so I am going out. Ah, bad unrevised poetry. The best!

I don't know if the book I'm working on now will be a good book or a bad book. And I don't really care. The mere writing of it will be more fun and a deeper satisfaction than any praise or blame from anybody.

- Richard Wright

Traces of a Symphony on Metal Plated Walls of Stalls with No Doors