Monday, April 21, 2008

Tendonitistorn Shoulder

A VACUUM FIELD




Burebia 1935
The sun was blazing on the snow.
Her eyes were slowly turning to ash.
had to be tied to the beasts and let themselves be misled.
found the way home.

London in March 2007. Tate Gallery.
In the room devoted to the Russian Constructivists, are a series of images from the magazine USSR in Construction, one of them showed a scanner next to his sled. Severnaya island.

line was still breathing as a line in the snow.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Match Boots With Shirt

SLOWLY ACCELERATED

Once again, I absorbed an accelerated slowly.
As wet as a child under the breath of the beasts,
collected in moss sex.

Everything is possible when you're dead.
Mira.
is easy.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Birth Star By Date Of Birth

ARBOLVERSO















Forcing
verse like a nightmare.
Words
water and slow movement.

"As a child I imagined this scene tour of huge words that named the various elements of the geography and of its most recognizable mountain, river, cloud, quarry source, the tasuguera, the Bujo, pine valdelez .. .
This morning I started writing some verses on small pieces of cardboard imagining a kind of moving poem that was generated from the movement. I picked up the pieces and I have a thin rope hanging from the branches of a small tree that grows beside a road. It was cold and the wind whipping their bare branches.
do not know the name of the tree, not the kind to which it belongs, this somehow excites me. It makes me smile. "



Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Congratulatory Letter On My Sisters New Born Baby

LANDSCAPE



I close my eyes, squeeze hard, when you open the landscape is set as if meat. tattooed flesh. I feel a deep sadness, creeks, streams, forests, hills, trees and rocks show his submission, his face beaten animal. Again and again. Transformed, cut, dried, plundered, cut, plowed, sulfated. a surgery blind and sick, close to the bite said each of the moments of the landscape. I close my eyes again. The sound of an engine through the skyline. Squeeze hard, my breath was about to cry.

- Are you in here? "It's a voice at my side.

- No. This is not now.

violacea
feel the ivory flesh ascend the thigh. I am also being devoured.