Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Astrid was a poet. When I read, seduced women and men. When reading the time stopped. When I read there was nothing, but she and her poetry. When I read, I was not looking, I wanted to focus on his poetry. After reading, I asked people who had thought his poetry, did not reply. It was then realized that people did not come to hear his poetry. They came to examine his mouth, his lips.
Friday, October 19, 2007
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The poet is a pretender. Pretend as completely
that even pretends
pain is pain that really feels.
And those who read what you write,
feel in pain read
not both that the poet lives
but that he would not have had.
And so goes his own way, distracting
reason, this train
no real destination is called heart.
-Fernando Pessoa
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Kelvin decided to stop writing. The world does not deserve my poetry, "repeated endlessly. He went to a remote village in Africa, there may rest of ignorance and incompetence that surrounded him. Seven days I arrived, was crushed to death by the tread of an elephant. Kelvin never imagined that elephants were bigger than him.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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Xavier
usually walk barefoot through the neighborhood at noon. Xavier lives on the beach. Xavier thinks that the sand at midday is like fire. Xavier likes to feel his feet burning in the sand and flies, he says. Xavier thinks that poetry is fire ...
this is the third in a series of little stories I do on friends, colleagues or known. All are written in approximately 10 minutes, and all are written in the Multidisciplinary seminar José Emilio González of the UPR / Rio Piedras. Be made recognizable as JEG Series. All comments, actions or thoughts that have the characters listed here do not represent the true feelings of the person.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
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Monday, October 15, 2007
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checkmate Sergio shouted at full power, in the Kentucky Plaza las Americas. In one hand she held a hip chick, and the other, the laborer who had given him victory.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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I have wanted to slit your throat
with what I write,
using the worst adjectives ...
Today
wanted to write a poem liquid
the
put the heat and simmer,
you start
anyone read it.
that in time
evaporate and condense.
That
clouds become,
huge
gigantic
as a hurricane.
And it rains, it rains
my poetry
that all wet.
have floods,
break my word
disrupt everything that has
front. That
become waves. That
become
a sea and a tsunami is formed from it.
to end all.
That kills everyone.
Or, and this
hope will not happen.
That when
have contact
with cold (you cold),
freeze
FOREVER.