abandoned corners

Thievery

2010-11-21T03:18:00.000-04:00

There is life inside mirrors.

entre un génesis en el edén

2010-05-24T23:54:00.000-04:00

Le mordí un pedazo a la Gran Manzana y me desterraron del paraíso.

Apocalips

2010-04-18T19:07:00.004-04:00

Her kiss tasted of nullity. Sweet eyes turned to dust.

Messiah Complex

2010-04-15T21:37:00.002-04:00

I want to kiss each of your scars and breathe life into you.

nighttime museings

2010-03-24T23:41:00.001-04:00

Three women run
around my head tonight.

One is unknown.
One is unreachable.
One will never return.

Semiotic revelations revealed!

2009-08-23T14:48:00.001-04:00

“It’s all supposed to be so innocent, upwardly mobile snob, designer shades, beret, so desperate to show he’s got good taste, except he’s also dyslexic so he gets ‘good taste’ mixed up with ‘taste good,’ but it’s worse than that! Far, far worse! Charlie really has this, like, obsessive death wish! Yes! he, he wants to be caught, processed, put in a can, not just any can, you dig, it has to be StarKist! suicidal brand loyalty.” - Inherent Vice, Thomas Pynchon

K contra el shit.

2009-07-17T19:48:00.004-04:00

O, Porky el cerdito visita Puerto Rico. Sálvese quien pueda.

"S(c)hat(z) me inspira, Marlo. Voy con traje de la monoestrellada de un azul que raja en negro. Por eso voy sin mascarilla, porque todas las que he visto son azul clarito y obviamente eso no puede ser porque se parece al azul de Albizu. Ya que no puedo ponerme mascarilla, cambié los TicTacs por Tamiflu. Si alguien me besa los mando pal k-rajo del galeón y que me paguen en lingotes de oro la afrenta y así pago las entradas pa' los Centroamericanos y me compro un mono de esos que fomentan la economía del país. Hasta va y me da por adoptar a par de nenes. Creo que la voy a pasar bien. Llevo Purell. Life is good." - K

¡Eso es todo, amigos!

it's getting faster, moving faster now

2009-04-04T14:14:00.006-04:00

I think that I prefer to put myself in serious danger rather than confront my shame. My shame at not having become someone, the shame at not making my parents proud after all the sacrifices they had made for me. The shame of having become a mediocre nihilist.

-- Marjane Satrapi, The Complete Persepolis (New York: Pantheon, 2007) 244. (Italics mine.)

the pain in the back
is caused by phantoms
settling on the shoulders.

mirrors have become
the most terrifying thing.

revelations 1

2009-04-02T20:04:00.003-04:00

objects of desire
subjected to language,
as gods caught
in their own creation.
a dream of invisible things.

glimmers

2009-03-26T20:26:00.002-04:00

As two strangers across
a room
with the heaviness of
a weightless nothing
screaming and unable
to get out.

paranosites

2009-03-26T20:24:00.002-04:00

And they crawl on you when
least expected.
Until the end, when
all that remains
is desperate.

rituals

2009-03-24T22:00:00.005-04:00

eyes in the mirror
reflecting
disgust

like razorblades
made out of styrofoam,
useless to break

leaving
is the cruelest minute

divided pleasure

2009-03-24T21:58:00.003-04:00

for Ian

It's getting faster, moving faster now; it's getting out of hand.
Morning seems strange, almost out of place,
as the questions arise and the answers don't fit.
This life isn't mine.

There's a taste in my mouth

Something must break now.
The pattern is set; her reaction will start.
Complete, but rejected too soon.
I feel it closing in. (Is my timing that flawed?)

Someone take these dreams away

A blindness that touches perfection,
but hurts just like anything else
that something so good
just can't function no more.

They keep calling me

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,
and then it's fade away.
Yeah, the only mistake was that you ran away;
I've lost control. (Don't walk away in silence.)

As desperation takes hold

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow;
and walked upon the edge of no escape.

(Where will it end?)

causality.

2009-03-24T21:57:00.000-04:00

Pushed.
And slipped.
Dropped.
A lie:
No bottom.
Never was.

Falling.

mementos.

2009-03-24T21:56:00.005-04:00

Everything tastes
like memories
that were
and never
will.

obsolescence

2009-03-24T21:56:00.004-04:00

Each day
more and more
words
disappear;
becoming
undone.

Sublimity.

2009-03-24T21:56:00.001-04:00

for Carole Maso

"I want to trace the boundaries of your flesh
with the tip of my tongue."

Pressed against
the weight
of her body.
Scented
in the aftertaste;
speechless
and remade.

insomnias

2009-03-24T21:55:00.001-04:00

Aquella noche, una semilla
indestructible
brotó flores en mi cabeza
a la velocidad de una idea
cayendo en el vacío.

(in)existence

2009-03-24T21:54:00.002-04:00

The silence that God inhabits
drives me completely insane.
The more (in)sanity,
the less I perceive
of the much
more.

speaks

2009-03-24T21:54:00.001-04:00

never listened

Sometimes the unsaid screams louder.
After all, meaninglessness dries it up.
(It wounds
like a worm eating salt,
swarming in saliva)
In the end, it was left behind
like a shredded blank

Nowhere near as close
as far as it can be.
At times it blurs so much
it's hard to see clearly.

With each step the fall
becomes more steep.
The upwards spiral
and the backwards plunge.
Always a fault to fall through.
And crack.

Allfasterandquickertodaythan
tomorrow. Acceleration.

It's not about words anymore.
It stays
and moves
and breathes
and does. Again.

It's getting closer.

sincerely

2009-03-24T21:53:00.001-04:00

It wasn't as expected.
Something almost bittersweet;
like silence.
A weight rooted deep down;
unmovable,
unexpressed,
yet persisting

notionless

2009-03-24T21:52:00.001-04:00

I can't simply know the imperturbability of an immaculately conceived interjection of a chiseled idea upon a transmigrated über-consciousness.

I can't make sense of understanding the linear entrance of a chaotic sympathy in symphony with the silent laughter that burns the eyes...

genesis

2009-03-24T21:51:00.000-04:00

Una vez encerrado en la mentira, tuve que volver a crear el universo para poder escapar.

conundrums

2009-03-24T21:50:00.002-04:00

Every piece
has gaps.
Absence
pervades.
Immutable.

confessions

2009-03-24T21:50:00.001-04:00

It came to be that the closer we got together, the more it began to lose coherence. Eventually, everything was effaced to such an extent that the only remnant was an empty signifier.

atavism.

2009-03-24T21:49:00.000-04:00

Stood
face-to-face
against itself.
And lost
its
life.

Although he may do the police in different verses

2009-03-24T21:46:00.000-04:00

At night, amidst the heat wave that perpetually permeates through this lost bedroom, hidden in the middle of everywhere one can possibly think of; more precisely, every place that everyone can think of inthespaceofasecond, the deciding of putting into non-paper a series of thoughts and ideas that must be later squeezed of meaning because of their heavy meaningness became unreal. As they went outside of bio-logical-pro-cesses into the realm of 'pure information' becoming non-essences that shape the hidden recesses of the corners of reality, so the unreal becomes the simulation of itself, a perpetually devouring simulacra of fiction beyond the conceptually acceptable as fictional. The mirror of the non-inside of the non-real non-space when the established acceptance of properlyenunciatedcodes is torn asunder in few minutes of intellectual curiosity.

credo

2009-03-24T21:45:00.000-04:00

Sentir auto-destructivo.
Violentar la aniquilación.
Dejarlo todo creado.