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46 winter 16 moon 5.feb.2004
2 x 4 = 8
Si puedo escribir en dos idiomas sea gracias if I can write in two languages it be thanks gracias a la frontera donde vivo yo en golfo entre ambos hemisferos del cerebro los sesos thanks to this borderland where I live in gulf between both hemispheres of the brain the wits los sesos well of la izquierda y derecha the wits pues pozo de the left and right yes see sí ves así es so t'is el doble the double juego game vertical horizontal horizontal vertical equal igual al reverse in revés
Si quis habet fundare domum, no currit ad actum
Impetuosa manus: intrinseca linea cordis
Praemetitur opus, seriemque sub ordine certo
Interior praescribit homo, totamque figurat
Ante manus cordis quam corporis; et status ejus
Est prius archetypus quam sensilis. Ipsa poesis
Spectet in hoc speculo quae lex sit danda poetis.
Non manus ad calamum praeceps, non lingua sit ardens
Ad verbum: neutram manibus committe regendam
Fortunae; sed mens discreta preambua facti,
Ut melius fortunet opus, suspendat earum
Officium, tractetque diu de themate secum.
Circinus interior mentis praecircinet omne
Materiae spatium. Certus praelimitet ordo
Unde praearripiat cursum stylus, at ubi Gades
Figat. Opus toum prudens in pectoris arcem
Contrahe, sitque prius in pectore quam sit in ore.
Mentis in arcano cum rem digesserit ordo,
Materiam verbis veniat vestire poesis.
Geoffroi de Vinsauf (1220? a.d.)
WE NOTE that it appears to us how the development of modern poetics
-- including Dada and Surreal -- has included a great impetus to
"embrace the accident" -- a rush to sponteneity -- under such
names as "stream of consciousness" or "automatic writing"
Is there now, or has there always been, a pastiche (quizá posmoderno sí)
of preplanned deterministic "classical" structuring AND "accidental" spontaneity?
AND we invite your comments.
If anyone has to build a house, his impetuous hand
does not run to the act: the intrinsic line of the heart
first measures the work, and with certain order
a man prescribes the complex internally, so that the
hand of the heart figures more than that that of the body; and its
state is first archetype rather than sensation. Poetry itself
sees in that mirror what law is given to poets.
That no hand rush to the reed, nor tongue set fire
to the word: neither one is committed to rule by the hand
of chance; but the discrete mind precedes action,
in order to develop the best work, suspending both their
offices, and trying the theme largely within oneself.
The interior compass of the mind first circles all
the space of the matter. A secure order predetermines
where the pen will first take its course, and where it shall place
Cadiz (Gibraltar). Carefully concentrate all the work in the
fortress of the heart, and be first in the heart rather than the mouth.
When order has disposed the work in the hidden places of the mind,
poetry will come to clothe the matter with words.
ENGLISH by the gringo, with help from:
U.S. Naval Observatory Astronomical Applications DepartmentSun and Moon Data for One Day The following information is provided for (longitude W117.0, latitude N32.5): Wednesday 5 November 2003 Universal Time - 8h SUN Begin civil twilight 05:43 Sunrise 06:09 Sun transit 11:32 Sunset 16:54 End civil twilight 17:20 MOON Moonrise 15:02 on preceding day Moonset 03:02 Moonrise 15:28 Moon transit 21:39 Moonset 03:58 on following day Phase of the Moon on 5 November: waxing gibbous with 91% of the Moon's visible disk illuminated. Full Moon on 8 November 2003 at 17:14 (Universal Time - 8h).
H I S T O R I A S -- true tales told to the gringo
The shoeshine man who likes to drink
told by Gonzalo, who works in our landlord's restaurant
Oye, guero, you think I am bad being such a barfly? ("Cantinero", Gonzalo said to me in Spanish.) Mmmm you should see my friend, you know him, yes, that shoeshine man I was talking with on the corner eight days ago when you saw me downtown, remember?
Well, yes, he is one of my friends I like to drink with on the weekends, and ¡uy! some of the things he has done when he's been drinking, you think our Ramón is a clown? Well, my friend is another straight out of the circus, let me tell you.
One time, we'd been drinking all night and finally had no more money, and he, that old goat ("cabrón"), goes out and climbs onto a bus -- it was already Sunday morning and the busses were running -- and without paying, he just starts singing and singing and I know he has a good voice, after hearing him all those nights in the bars, yes, and can you believe it, the people gave him money! Enough to pay the bus driver extra and then come back into downtown and drink some more....
Heh, yes, but another time... aye, guero, you will not believe this heh heh it makes me laugh just to remember it... he went home late and very drunk and found out he had lost his keys and could not get in to his house. No, no, he lives alone, no one could let him in.
And so he had to climb up onto the roof and walk across his rooftop to get over to where he knew there was a window he could open and get inside.
No, no, he could not go around the house, it was a window in between two parts of the house built together at different times and they left a space for air, only, between the walls, with no way in except over the roof, you see? Oh yes, certainly, all the other windows on the outside have bars on them, yes, so he had to go climbing up over the roof.
But... heh heh heh... he was so drunk he stumbled and fell down and rolled over to where the neightbors had a covered place where they parked their cars next door, right next to his wall, and his legs broke through the... the... what do you call it... awning... ("toldo") and he was stuck there, his legs dangling down through the broken plastic roof, one on either side of a beam that was slowly sagging down, down, under his weight, and... heh heh heh...
Ay excuse me I cannot think of it without laughing because you know what? His neighbors have dogs. Heh heh heh heh... and the dogs came running and barking and commenced ("comenzaron") to jumping up and biting at his feet and....
Oh no, you saw him, he is perfectly fine... now....
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