You Were Here

9/17/10

world wide web

because it was once submerged,

all her habitats under water

My sister said of walking DC w/o CV: "Suddenly I'm invisible on the street. Weird. People walk right by me without a glance..."

9/16/10

alchemy

Arches Text Wove about to turn into a new book...

A walk from Colonia Roma Sur to Bellas Artes, Col. Centro, on the night of el grito, 15 september 2010, during the celebration of Mexico's independence bicentennial. (The cumbia starts about 6 minutes in, don't miss it. Classic tracks recorded in front of a blown-out speaker with el puebo ahí gozando.)

Adam, speaking of gunshots,

closer to home

Dear angel,

I will take you to a high place

where you will be

applauded with gold coins,

and there will be no need

to carry them home.

Independence Day

Viva México. Walking to studio two people died in car crash in the morning. News and photographers and mumbling bystanders gawking at medics and police.

Arrived to studio, ants invaded trash and were crawling in pages of Black Book. Many ants, every day, have to slap and sweep away.

Music for Angela

Girl- A lot of folks have a problem with Kanye, but this song.
Oh this song...
sometimes it works when nothing else does.

happy birthday ariel bui!

today is my best friend's birthday. she lives in taos, new mexico and i haven't seen her in almost a year. she builds earthships and is in love.

"what if i get married and have babies?" she wrote in her last letter. "would you be my best man? would you be my midwife? i would be so honored. would you help me build my home? i need your capricorn hands."

we are soulmates. i ache missing her today but it feels good to love someone like this.

On Lakes & el Bicentenario in Tenochtitlán

Then the country turned 200 and some went out into the streets and bought beer and tequila and drank it. Others bought beer and tequila and stayed in their houses and drank it. Some sang the national anthem with tears in their eyes. Others criticized the country until there were tears in their eyes. The point is that most everyone drank and walked the tightrope of laughter and tears that has been this country's acrobatics from the beginning. 200 years is nothing; the city has 489 years in this.

Everyone knows that 489 years ago this city was a lake. Not filled with metaphor, filled with water. The university scientists could explain how it is that a lake turned into a city, but I can't. Chinampas into milpas, capitalist human thirst, destruction of cosmovision, etc. Along those lines. The point is that the city and its monuments were constructed on a slushed mix of sand and water. This is why the earthquakes with their distant epicenters cause so much fear. Hardly any solid ground.

In the centro, the conquerors built one cultural palace out of solid marble. Now their grandchildren measure how many centimeters it has sunk into the sand this year.

The ska band started to play in the old centro. So many pairs of feet began to jump in unison that the whole centro began to shake on the beat. A human earthquake. Small by earth's standards.

200 years of human history, the entire formation of a modern political state. 489 years of mestizaje and laughter and tears. Small by earth's standards. A big deal for the humans here at the moment.

Now you know everything

From today in the moment of waking

Getting Through

Music. It's the best way to get through the rough parts. This week, M.I.A. has been helping me say energized and gets me moving in my car, that way I don't spend that time in my car alone stressing out, but rather dancing in my seat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcN1i6Qcjxg&feature=channel

Check it, if you haven't already.

Dance

I'm inspired by JenMarie's question, "What song must you dance to when played?" But instead of thinking of a song, I immediately wonder why some people refuse to dance at all.

the appearance of another self

My bags just went through a security xray. "Um, Ma'am what's in that bag?" "It's a beast pump for breast milk." Huge blush, "Oh, okay. Proceed."

9/15/10

a demon rendered into language from space

Why is possession so frightening? I encounter a demon on the page. Just seeing the words arranged in a way that suggests evil, I become anxious. I am, in fact, ever so slightly afraid to keep reading. As though taking the works into me invite the demon, too (are the words the spirit? Is language the spirit or vibration?). I read on and there are two stories at work—that of the unseen and that of the physical world. The unseen are where the demons live, the physical is where the effects occur. What does a demon do in the unseen world when he is not possessing a body? One can only communicate a demon (the presence of) with language.