lunes verse and prose moondaeg
UNDER CONSTRUCTION today under destruction BASTILLE vive la france!
in the morning with the last cool breath of the sea still pendant in the breaking low coastal clouds aerial waves from the sea puffed against continent mountain shore one can , I can , almost imagine how this land felt at first to the newcomers all promise and fertility and then the slow real-ization under the burning summer sun of how terribly d r y it really is . w a s . [eight-syllable lines on this earth] ( saw it's good for cattle ranching not so much for agriculture UN-less w a t e r ) TODAY, Of Course, is another millennium. We worship this mild, dry weather; and send everyone to the beach for holiday trash while, meanwhile ever and again you water down the sidewalks and driveways with precious liquid stolen from the great river who used to run beyond the Yuman beings and Colorado unto the other sea . [ a gulf has opened, there here ] en lugar de " l a c u n a " sí .______________________________________________________________ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ______________________________________________________________
there was gum on my seat last night in the movies so I stood in back for the bulk of the show it was okay the movie that is but I ain't gonna recommend it nor even say its name until the studio answers my email [standing wasn't okay it sucked and when I complained afterwards they (he - the young man movieplex employee) only said how good of me to tell them ("us" - he said us) so that "we" can clean the seat for others next show but I had to stand, I repeated, but the boy (I am too soon old, yes) made no offer of free tickets on "their" behalf in response to my complaint repeated from the bottom of my heart we apologize for any inconvenience and I was NOT about to demand a free ticket, no, I wanted them (him) to offer it I only gave them (him, the bearded child employee at the snack bar who rushed over to customer services when I waited there perhaps he did not understand the opportunity of answering and offering) HE = THEY I = WE you see (sea) ] the affect, the literary conceit t h e p r e s u m p t i o n of personal voice: 1st, 2nd, 3rd subject, object all determine message v o i c e you r e a d h e r e . eh . just as I am giving all those studios the opportunity to embrace a free advertising WORD OF MOUTH here word of k e y b o a r d , actually BUT they (you?) must first answer and say yes you gringo me may use any publicity photos, videos sound clips or other materials "we" release for r e v i e w i n g p u r p o s e s . . . . . and I, we, shall review as we see fit and be glad to link back to your sites, dear Hollywood loves let's do lunch you look fabulous but oh my doesn't whatsisfuck sssSTINK yeszzz but only then tell you what we (and I DON'T go to the movies alone, btw and many people discuss the latest films and the classic films and that, too, is r e v i e w c r i t i q u e word of mouth and this "we" is no c o n c e i t ) SAW SEE WAS ISsí ( p a l i n d r o m e - istically speaking ) [ W R I T I N G ] )
Extra extra read all about it Martians outside of Los Angeleeese, and the great and marvelous OTAY glorietta to be destroyed in the name of p r o g r e s s, further progress in pavimentation government says yes no no me haces caso no
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There used to be a beautiful park here, Olimpia told us on the same night over a week ago when we gave her a ride home and learned she has given up her bureaucratic literary job with the federal cultural center CECUT. Ministers come and go but permanent secretaries are forever. My father used to bring us here, she said, we would park and spend the whole day playing and eating our picknick lunch. Almost no one lived around here in Otay, then, they only had the first roads in, and this was a huge park surrounded by wide open, undeveloped land on the far side of the moon from downtown, nothing except for the park and the first boulevard leading back west toward the University, yes, that was here, and nothing else, nothing at all. There were swings and slides and picknick tables and trees, lots of trees, and yes, gringo, (she did not say that word she is much too polite) even back then the water was better out here on the mesa de Otay....
But I did not make it up most of it at least and the great glorietta of trees and boulevards is now entering its final death throes. A vast street has been carved right through the heart of the dead park obliterating those hemicircular gazebo shade monsters, and cement bridge pillars are rising up where another road will cross over... more paving, more bridges, more progress *sigh* it is a killer intersection, five or six roads coming together in this new zone of Tijuana far beyond the old, and
THERE. That is what it still looked like in an aerial photo from Terra Server on 22 May 2002.