Thursday, November 26, 2009

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.

-This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. But if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. This very heart which is mine will forever remain undefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. FOREVER, I shall be a STRANGER to myself.
-Albert Camus


Friday, November 20, 2009

Invisible Cites; Spaces

-The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live everyday, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Do Assholes Get to See Angels

The park lights get smaller and smaller and I feel like I'm leaving outer space.
God's salt seasoning rotten fruit trees.
Rest your chin between my knees.
Love means hands tied behind our backs.
I abdicate my power because single soldiers don't defeat armies anymore.
This isn't God's land.
You'll nail this to the stake for the next 3 years anyway.
Tower over me not with film but with a sword and sceptor.
Acts of amnesty to pardon my past offenses that may have stumbled you.
Little Keithlyn.
Despite all the goodwill of your love, you have come to mistrust me.
Taken seriously certain inconsequential remarks.
I beg not for forgiveness but for forgetfulness.
Ironically, September is officially brain aneurysm awareness month.
You should have judged me according to my actions, not my cockamamy words.
Agnize my tenderness underlying my silly pretensions.
Flowers are just so contradicting though,
Lazy daisy,
You were just to young to know how to love me.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Vasquez Rocks, Ca

-The desert of northern Chile is the driest desert on earth. It is used by NASA to replicate the conditions on Mars. It hardly ever rains. On those very rare occasions when the miracle of water happens to irrigate the parched clay of the bare earth, all of the seeds that have been accumulating germinate and the whole desert blooms.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Last Day in Paradise.

Apartment 31,
Hey boy do you have any spare change?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

El Matador, Ca

When I lost all my money I found prettier places, prettier faces.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

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