C O Y O T E

El Vitruviano mk.2 — 27300

Yo puedo ver el futuro, pero el futuro no puede verme a mí.

Wait for me, I'm sure to return.

A dog and its tail will be for ever dancing.

A rooster on the grounds early on my birthday.

Before any flying bird amazes the morning

comes the waddle of the rooster under the fence.

His tail, a dark rainbow;

the crest, a revolution headdress.

Every step a nod,

every nod a threat difused.

Early explorer, the rooster walks alone.

His scream a call, a warning, a boast.

The rooster can run or fight,

flee or fuck, amuse or avenge.

A man with a tracheostomy

greets me and blesses me

on the open road after the rain.

A rooster on the grounds early on my birthday,

sibling to the skull and the burning candle.

I welcome his feathered symbol

on a snakeless morning of my journey.

Find me in the dark recesses of flowers,

the haunted labyrinths between petals

where dead bees whisper the name of love.

Meet me at the gnawed ends of a magnolia tree,

where the sweet smell of decay

makes passers-by dizzy with reverie.

See me, if you will, after the storm

drinking water off the thorns of a rose;

its poison is as sweet by any name,

and the death of a flower

is well worth a heedless poem

in senseless times.

Esta vez, para poder escribir una prenda de ropa dinámica (una túnica que se convierte en un obi con moño) he intentado construirla. El aprendizaje es: la mecánica clásica sigue siendo buena tecnología

Esta la tela roja de Trece de Nosotrxs.

15.04.26

In "On Writing," Stephen King says the second draft is the first draft -10%. It is such a simply technical and detached rule that I can easily believe it; once you learn that shaving words and sentences is not losing style, but finding what's necessary inside what's formative.

I have grown really fond of the building image for the first and second writing. You remove the forms and molds to leave a body. I should write this in Spanish and at length.

ORO — cómo has cambiado.

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The dahlias are in bloom

and a midget rose;

one dry pine

and one crooked eucalyptus.

Ballistic swallows,

brother vulture on the devil’s tree.

Buzzing flies

the size of a candy lozenge.

Ibises take wing in numbers,

a chicken-hawk on the prowl.

A dog or two.

Lilies battered

by the storm yesterday

still smell like heaven today.

Carnival honeyeaters

go from branch to branch.

Grass is overgrown.

I have not seen the lapwings.

You only lay a curse

once you’ve lost everything.

Steel your hypocrisy,

and do what must be done.

Que esta sea la única frase clara de estos días habla un poco de estos días.