Monday, July 9, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
MANIFIESTO PLATÓNICO / DEPARTMENT OF KISSES con una fotaza de walker evans
PLATÓNICO
Escribir de lo que se posee
es describir
y acaba aburriendo en poesía.
De lo anhelado
se nutre el verso
y ahí,
la imaginación vuela.
DEPARTMENT OF KISSES
Where do they go, these ungiven kisses?
Where the fuck do you think they go?
To the department of ungiven kisses.
And you are going to lecture me?
I was an apprentice and later
contracted there,
and I am sick of seeing orphan pecks
and snogs.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
LA DISTANCIA / Philip Larkin, con una mini foto de Walker Evans
unos versitos de un servidor para el respetable y unos versazos del amigo Philip
una vez recorrida,
nada pesa demasiado
en la balanza del destino
y no hay infierno
ni siquiera para los malos
màs malos de la historia.
Estar, siendo un poquito
es el tema.
Y aguantar.
this be the verse, Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
ABRAZOS / WELCOME TO OLD EUROPE
hay toda una ciencia
en los abrazos,
la presión y el calor
del otro cuerpo
en conjunción
con el cuerpo de uno
provocando una vibración
capaz de conectarse
con todas las vibraciones
que mantienen en pie
la galaxia.
Esa es la ciencia
del abrazo,
y ahora incrédulos
buscad en el puto
google*
si es cierto.
* el puto google es la casa virtual del blog
y ahora uno de mis poemas mas utilizados en los pubs locales, vaya mi hit:
Welcome to old europe
That will be three pounds
Would you like a bag?,
The devils hotel chain
Is called the church.
When I was a child
I heard of Hannibal´s heroics
Crossing the alps,
Now for a small misery
Ryanair will show you
The remote outposts
Of the old empire.
Remember, the gothic talks
Of antiquity,
We were the white Europeans
The ones who created
The north American empire
Those big kids with guns
Like our anachronistic kings
But our European noses
Know how to rise
To dismiss those barbaric
Hamburger eaters.
Look, we are Europe
The birthplace of Moliere
Of Shakespeare and Cervantes
Who is ernest hemingway?
There is some obscene
Deficiency in the old colonies
Perhaps it is the lack of old stones
Like old memories.
The Aztecs knew how to
Build incredible pyramids
But they were publically
Practising human sacrifice
We old Europeans
Always knew
How to hide our shit
In the dungeons.
Monday, January 23, 2012
VIOLENCIA / SOME ADVICE con una foto de george shiras
no se como poner mi lista de blogs hermanos, de momento me lo monto en plan individualista y os dejo un par de poemas
1
El milagro es no morder en respuesta
a los perros mordedores
y aplicar a regañadientes
la filosofía de la otra mejilla,
toda violencia está justificada,
pregúntale a los gobiernos.
some advice
those who visit the kingdom
of the dead
must cover their skin
with the skin of a man
or a dead animal,
must let speak the voices
that a typical human being
silence because of fear,
these are the voices
that guide us through the forest
of charred trees
at the end of which
one can find the dwelling
of the witch with goat legs.
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