September 2011
28 posts
1 tag
“Each one of us is a centre of life, a unique event in the universe, and whatever...”
8 tags
8 tags
1 tag
“Que lindo corazón que estas acá y acá latiendo, y me desenredes los ojos, y si...”
– “Mambeado,” Onda Vaga
1 tag
Watch
8 tags
Onda Verde
Suzanne Highland
Let’s talk about the carros for a minute. You’ve never seen so many. You’d think there was a plan, like God predetermined the movements, the way they all seem to speak without talking. Yet predestination and clusterfuck are close cousins, good friends, and there are just as many dogs as humans and twice as many cats as dogs. So you start asking...
1 tag
2 tags
“This is one moment / But know that another / shall pierce you with a sudden...”
– T.S. Eliot
1 tag
5 tags
1 tag
“The big lesson in life, baby, is never be scared of anyone or anything.”
– Frank Sinatra
8 tags
5 tags
“I foresee that man will resign himself each day to more atrocious undertakings;...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, “The Garden of Forking Paths”
1 tag
1 tag
2 tags
6 tags
1 tag
On His Blindness
In the fullness of the years, like it or not, a luminous mist surrounds me, unvarying that breaks things down into a single thing, colorless, formless. Almost into a thought. The elemental, vast night and the day teeming with people have become that fog and constant, tentative light that does not flag, and lies in wait at dawn. I longed to see just one human face. Unknown to me...
2 tags
“Baby, it’s a long way to South America; every option I have costs more...”
– “Plans,” Grizzly Bear
2 tags
1 tag
“There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.”
– Jean-Paul Sartre
7 tags
The World Sees Us Differently
Suzanne Highland
We got wine drunk on a Tuesday night in January when we shouldn’t have been alone in your room at all and it was the first time either of us came together. You opened the window to your roof even though the air was freezing and you still had your shirt off, and you told me a story about when you were seventeen. You were seventeen and you did...
9 tags
4 tags
A Supermarket in California
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at...
