Multiples

There is much I could talk about. I finished reading Luis Valdez' Zoot Suit and other plays, in which Zoot Suit always gets the most attention, but after some cinema appreciation, I enjoyed the nature of his other experimental plays. Probably not new concepts, but the play within the play. It was unexpected...maybe that's what I enjoyed. And then I'm thinking of side projects, which don't get started. I have to start somewhere, right? Start small or go big? Why not just get started and then I can forget everything about worrying...why not ask questions and find the answer instead of waiting. I wait too much. But while I wait for more ideas, let me take care of an errand at school (let me do). And nothing was taken care of...it actually became more complicated. Life hates me...lol. So as not to leave on a pessimistic tone, I saw a good person a few moments ago. He is an excellent poet, and above that, genuine.
* a thought I had in class

las mujeres siempre
seran chingadas

Rain

The rain has been going on for a few days now...4 I think, and it was perfect for my mood before the 4th of July holiday began. For no reason, or maybe perhaps because I wasn't happy with the way the Juvenile Detention Center (JDC) project has been turning out, I was in a rough mood on Thursday and Friday. I came up with a solution, and I hope it works, but I'll have to run through the supervisor first.
Anyways, the rain should be here a few days more and now I'm really enjoying listening to the different sounds, and the cold of the rain. The rain has a way of making it lonely for human visitors. Perhaps most people want to keep dry, or consider it gloomy. There is some comfort in the gloomy, if it's considered to be that. So everybody stays away, except the flowers, slugs, flying ants, and a toad which I indulged my biology background with. They cherish the showers a bit more, the water to be a rebirth, their old homes washed away, but also calling them to be in daylight, a winter day in summer.Unfortunately, i think most of them will end up dead. Either from vehicles, bug zappers, or just their natural tendency. Rain, procreate, die. The toad caught me by surprise because it was just massive. He looked comfortable, the way I wanted to be, inside a shoe. I didn't take the photo, btw, but it looks great.

Pachuco

In the midst of reading Luis Valdez' Zoot Suit, I began to realize again that I am a slow reader and I am glad that I am not repeating (in my works), the ideas created by Valdez, in particular the gang aspect of barrio life. I'm not sure how well it would work for poems anyway. But I'm appreciating his use of the Pachuco. I am curious to know if it is common to have a character jump between narrator to character. It reminds me of a Jean luc Godard film, where the story is being narrated in a distinct manner by the character.

A small line I have been playing with as I try some new exercise along a lake:

the white
ghost shell
dried
on sulfur
fumes