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desire: words, fire.
I’ll show you how the hills burn
if we both survive
orpheus [after midnight]
21 Tuesday Oct 2014
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3 views of heat’s diaspora, 1993
13 Sunday Jan 2013
love’s translation: 2 flames
janjai as blue flame
“when the missionaries called desire a sin all the heat in the world couldn’t make it right again,” laila al-jusuri (2002)
We are all the children of some flame, some passion. When we exiled passion we exiled ourselves from that flesh-fire that let us talk to the gods. As if we were happy with ash. As if being blind and cold was the natural state of the world.
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my love grew, the ghost of my first love didn’t
18 Tuesday Dec 2012
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hongos y perlas
11 Sunday Nov 2012
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What man
looks good
wearing pearls?
unless they are
sticky pearls
around his neck.
Maybe it’s our
compassion
that throws
them off.
I’ve been told
tenderness
makes straight
men shy.
A shy
macho man
is a curious
thing.
Which is why,
after beastly
aphrodisiacs,
vodka and a joint,
I’m taking you out
to the forest
to hunt mushrooms.
What man
understands
that it isn’t
what happens
on hands and knees
while looking
for their long stems,
their bulbous heads,
that makes us
virile.
It’s when I say,
“I love you.”
un santo italiano hueso del muslo
24 Monday Sep 2012
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Yo soy
un objeto
vulgar que desea
consumir
a cualquier precio.
Un santo italiano
hueso del muslo.
Yo soy lleno
de cosas nuevas,
pero no para usted.
Hay estrellas
en mi boca .
(I am a vulgar object you want to consume at any cost. An Italian saint’s thighbone. I am full of new things, but not for you. There are stars in my mouth)
las palabras obscenas
14 Friday Sep 2012
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Arcadia, art, Deseo, desire, las palabras obscenas, obscene words, Orpheus, sing, Spanish, translation
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Vivo con palabras obscenas.
Palabras que te hacen loco en la boca.
Si sigue lloviendo, ir al ciénaga llamado Deseo.
Ir a jugar en los charcos llenas de totorales y juncos.
Orpheus entendido esta sabiduría.
Arcadia podría ahogarse en una ráfaga de humedad.
Ducha de placer. Amigas,
quiero cantarte palabras obscenas.
(I live with obscene words. Words that make you crazy in the mouth. If it keeps on raining, go to the swamp named Desire. Go play in the puddles filled with reeds and rushes. Orpheus understood this wisdom. Arcadia could drown in a burst of moisture. Shower of pleasure. Friends, I want to sing obscene words.)
