Baby
Makes paper rot. Headaches shrivel and dissolve. Turns off computers. Cyber fades. When you ran to hug me, I dropped to one knee, swept you up, your laughing delighted. Delight was a word of light and honey. The smell like indissoluble yellow. Like a way out.
El día después
Wanting to go already. Let it down already. Already the coldness, if only. Funny, I know, how my nose doesn't stop running. Sad, I know, how already not here to pick up the tissues.
Janitors win!
Houston janitors ended a monthlong strike today against the city's five major cleaning companies after reaching a tentative agreement that will guarantee higher wages, more work hours and medical benefits.
More here.
More here.
L.A.
Quiero vivir en Los Ángeles. Watch the L Word like a maniac. Listen to KCRW radio from Santa Monica. Want to live in an airy apartment in Echo Park with views of Downtown and the Hollywood sign. Soundtrack for working in the window: Without Gravity, Decemberists, Tom Waits, Joanna Newsome. KCRW. The grass is always greener. But in this case, maybe it is.
Still editing the translation of El corrido de Dante.
Still editing the translation of El corrido de Dante.
Words without Borders
I am now overflowing
beyond my name, beyond my body
and going out of my details
to the pain of place
from "My City's Ceiling is Too Tight" by Hala Shurouf
Read contemporary Palestinian writing on Words without Borders.
beyond my name, beyond my body
and going out of my details
to the pain of place
from "My City's Ceiling is Too Tight" by Hala Shurouf
Read contemporary Palestinian writing on Words without Borders.
Día de los muertos
Hicimos un altár para mi abuelo, William Donohue, y para Freddy Fender. A. trajo fotos de sus abuelitas. S. trajo una foto de Hell Girl, una amiga que se nos murió recién. En su convivencia, sale una verdad previamente escondida, opino yo. Granpa, Freddy, las abuelitas de A., Hell Girl. In the coming together, the sharing space, a previously hidden truth comes to light.
El papel picado que hizo Jorge
Freddy
Mi abuelo materno
OfrendasWhy
Writing makes motion.
Write to doubt, to make mistakes, to search and experiment, to imagine the possibility of saying "no" to authority.
Without writing, all is frozen.
No doubt, no making mistakes (or anything else), stagnated and repetitive, closed down to all thought, always "yes" downbeat, downtrodden, a slack rope.
(Paraphrasing Ignazio Silone on Lornadice.)
Write to doubt, to make mistakes, to search and experiment, to imagine the possibility of saying "no" to authority.
Without writing, all is frozen.
No doubt, no making mistakes (or anything else), stagnated and repetitive, closed down to all thought, always "yes" downbeat, downtrodden, a slack rope.
(Paraphrasing Ignazio Silone on Lornadice.)
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