Monday, February 25, 2008

Inspired



On Sunday morning, after my walk/jog with equis, I took some photos. It has been a while and even though I was recently denouncing photography as a hobby, I had another change of heart. I have been unable to keep up with the rest of life's demands, and I figured if I was going to waste time, I would enjoy it. There should be some words about how something so small can be beautiful, but I prefer commenting at the malice of an orange flower. Then and now, the flower reminds of space and how we occupy space. In reality, this flower measures about 0.635 centimeters. That is 0.635 cm of a total 51,007,200,000,000 cm of the earth's surface area. It's a start.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Secrets

What am I supposed to do with secrets? The ones that other people tell me, but want others to know. I wish i could write a book of secrets and trade them with other people. We will have the secrets of people we don't know and everybody will be pleased that their secret is known...without any harm.
I went to a poetry reading and finally realized that I should revise my poems every so often. I think we are going to be dead poets soon and everywhere the world is living and we're still holding on to our words. We should write and forget. Then write more.
Here is another poem I have to revise.

Eating at Los Comales
reminded me of my dad
a place where
waitresses in tight pants
and shirts
serve tacos estilo mexicano
behind the ritmo of talking
I ate alone
and thought i might
see my father in front
with another son
better maybe worse
we would just stare
at each others brown face
and i'd keep eating
and then i would remember
I like walking at the pulga
like my mom does
i thought
but it was really my father

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Write?

As an assignment I have to write a poem about someone else, but I find a way to put "I" in the poem. How selfish of me.

I was checking a site, and finally got to see some changes.
Alphadilettante
I had to use a dictionary to read the articles, but that's okay. I like the pictures.

I am staring out the window at a dead tree and I am thinking of the rain about to creep in and wind,Flatliners and listenting to The Editors "An End has a Start"

*random*

Friday, February 15, 2008

Passion

Where is the passion in life today? If I had passion, I would go to work, have lunch for more than an hour with friends and perhaps, if I wanted to speed up my passion, have a drink. But we don't have passion, for life or our culture. We ignore quality of life and assume productivity is a worthwhile achievement. Maybe it is forgotten that we once knew nothing more than walking and letting life keep up with our pace.