17.12.14

On the other shore

On the other shore I saw a someone
his eyes lost in the infinite blue
as in mystical contemplation.
Him...?
Lilies floating in my mind.
Smelling eternity.
Life is but a dream
driven by crazy clocks
I want to stop.
Quicker and quicker.
Hands off.
Our fingers kiss
over no ocean.
Time dies
and
we feel the full emptiness
of our all nothing.
Found and gone.
Gone and found.
Bound.
Smalt sial.
Sic.

Night falls on us
like a wounded bird.


✍Quote of the day
“Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.” 
(Sarah Kay)

9.11.14

Bury bottles of bank notes

(Based on economists Keynes & Friedman's keys to increase spending)

Bury bottles of bank notes
in old coal mines.
Bury bottles to rise hopes
in all cool minds.
Bankers, brokers,
bury bottles, bury bottles.
What a race!
What a bold rush!

People carrying picks and shovels,
people digging day and night,
people dreaming of good luck.
Bottles, bottles...
most unearthed,
some well broken,
few well opened,
eyes astonished grasping cash
then put right in greedy hands.
Mad. Mad. Mad.

Bury bottles of bank notes
in old coal mines.
Bury bottles to rise hopes
in all cool minds.
Once they're found,
what a joy jumping around!
Wealth encountered.
Health restored.

So... if you want
to spur spending,
stop the crisis,
save the world from global crash,
now you know
what must be done:

Bury bottles of bank notes
in old coal mines.
The empty ones in the garbage,
the full ones will all be mine!

Well, be smarter,
why spend so much in bottles?,
why waste  time in hiding them?
Fancy direct money transfers:
cash dropped out of helicopters!
(Great ideas always come
when in jail or in the shower.
Think it up!)



✍Quote of the day
"If the Treasury were to fill old bottles with banknotes, bury them at suitable depths in disused coalmines which are then filled up to the surface with town rubbish, and leave it to private enterprise on well-tried principles of laissez-faire to dig the notes up again (the right to do so being obtained, of course, by tendering for leases of the note-bearing territory), there need be no more unemployment and, with the help of the repercussions, the real income of the community, and its capital wealth also, would probably become a good deal greater than it actually is. It would, indeed, be more sensible to build houses and the like; but if there are political and practical difficulties in the way of this, the above would be better than nothing."
(John Maynard Keynes, "The Propensity to Consume" - Chapter X)

8.11.14

Translating Dios



Dios

Más arriba de las nubes
más arriba de los vientos
y de los querubes
y los firmamentos
más allá de la centella
más allá del éter mismo
y del sol, la gran estrella
y la noche, el hondo abismo
fui a buscar al Dios que amaba
y la voz del que buscaba
más allá del hondo abismo
dijo: "
Yo también estaba
dentro de ti mismo".



- Leonardo Luis Castellani (Argentina, 1899 - 1981)





God

Higher than clouds
higher than winds
and cherubs
and firmaments
beyond the spark
beyond the ether itself
and the sun, the great star
and the night, the deep abyss...
I travelled to find that God I loved
and the voice whose master I was searching
beyond the deep abyss
said: "I was also
inside youself".


✍Quote of the day
"The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through."
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)

28.10.14

Holly bush

Holly bush, holly bush,
make me feel joy
in red blooms.
Holly bush, holly bush,
my fingers bleed
with your pricks.
Holly bush, holly bush,
you fend off
witches and ghosts.
Holly bush, holly bush,
protect my home
from lightning strikes.
Holly bush, holly bush,
sweet Christ's thorn,
His cross wood.
Holly bush, holly bush,
male needs female
to look good.
Holly bush, holly bush,
you feed
thrushes and blackbirds.
Holly bush, holly bush,
poisonous berries
for all men.
Holly bush, holly bush,
making chess pieces
and walking sticks.
Holly bush, holly bush,
your pure white flowers
adorn the spring.
Holly bush, holly bush
your sticky bark
trap poor birds.
Holly bush, holly bush,
Christmas coming
in your boughs.
Billy Bush, Billy Bush,
you make me feel
Hollywood!




✍Quote of the day
"Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?"
(Emily Bronte)

13.10.14

The monster within

Control,
control your instincts while awake,
man, tame yourself
for the beast is free while dreaming.

- Sleep, sugar.

The lion roars.
The wolf shows his teeth
among alcohol vapors,
tobacco fumes,
sexual incense.
The creature's secreting cold milk.
That grimace cut in marble,
that facial laxity,
that curling on the upper lip.
Only the quiet night witnesses 
your most intimate secrets.
Wet white linen.
Unconscious tears.
Twisted limbs.
The moon's made you her prisoner,
her unconscious slave.
Let your nightmares flow,
hunt you, catch you.
Cry out in despair.
The Sandman's not there!

Afraid of your own nature, man?
Who can blame you for being mortal...?
Feel no remorse
for all creatures have got a dark side
they can't get rid of.

Till dawn,
in his wild territory,
while his tired master's lying,
man's monster is free.
(Weak Samson, 
your wicked lover's waiting
in the dark to get your whole strength)

In front of the mirror, man,
before inventing romantic verses,
mind that salty reminder of saliva,
that dry gunk , those green boogies
in the corner of your eyes,
and thank God for your pure soul,
for that running water,
for that mystic soap.
Shave your filth.
Save yourself
from the monster within.

"Toned & Sexy
using shake weight",
says TV  
in the dining-room.
A young yawning woman 
stretching herself.
Smiles. Muscles. Masks on.

Yes!,
once more under control.
Dust to dust. The world is safe.
The poet's up.

✍Quotes of the day
- "Being unconscious is the ultimate disability."
(Jessa Gamble)
- “There is a kind of sleep that steals upon us sometimes, which, while it holds the body prisoner, does not free the mind from a sense of things about it, and enable it to ramble at its pleasure."
(Charles Dickens, "Oliver Twist")