ravioles apuntalan los cerros
a la corteza terrestre
y la experiencia colectiva
se funde en la estética combinada
de sus contornos while
waves of psychotropic text
hit los jardines de coral and
windspots coil sentences arround las nubes
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en el estupor inspirado
de un amanecer en las montañas
he visto amigos que habitan
paralelepípedos marinos
rodeados de pececillos of
coppery iridiscence cuya
belleza se expresa en the
hivemind of their movements
Discipline
Discipline to write, think
and fuck.
So fuck it,
fuck all, because all is good
and good is great.
Accident
Someone had an accident,
ambulance yelling;
yellowing.
Mellowing out.
The Artist
The artist deals in absolutes,
art is thus, the most demanding of disciplines.
It demands the life force and feeds on the soul.
An artist is lonely.
The soul consumed,
the love, to work. [There is no soul left to love anything but work]
The artist then, idealizes.
Picking a person to host an impossible love,
and it is because of love
that the Artist can’t pursue their love.
Love is not selfish,
the artist’s love fears pain.
Love is but a driving force
to propel the work out of prison.
Idealizing works.
By turning the loved one into a deity,
the artist ceases to pursue,
as there is no sense in chasing a godess’ love.
My godess gets me working and moves my life.
The mystery lies in the idealization;
in turning people into deities.
My mystery lies in A line.
In fourths
The thespian grip,
seducing trip
in which I am not.
Ritmos
Chilaquiles
The scent of your morning
gets me hungry for
breaking fast
between your legs.
_________
Fotones desperdiciados en Laos,
Todo perdido en el caos
Monster
My monster is starting to overwhelm
the monster of quotidianeity.
Minuscule looping,
imperceptible changes
burn my existence.
On philosophy
Philosophy can’t disappear because upon finding an answer, the human mind finds another question. Philosophy is the branch that keeps our brains entertained. It poses unanswerable questions; just in case we decide to slack off and decide we have answered all the questions. It is the human mind’s job to ask questions; it is in our nature and yet we cannot know our own true nature.
And so the mind seems to be inevitably bound to an asymptotic degree of self-comprehension. If philosophy is alive, it is because every branch of knowledge stems from it. And ultimately, I think if it were to die, it would be because we, as a species, lived long enough to see those branches unified in a cohesive, universal theory of knowledge.
The writing monkey
…at the same time, people watching objectifies and showcases humanity. But there’s something else to say about this, for while one would believe that it is the watcher who objectifies, it is in fact the passer-by who observes the watcher, the one who realizes that the watcher is being showcased. For example, I go to the café to write, think and watch people. I am sitting by the window in a tall seat facing my computer in the first plane, and the street beyond. But to any passer by that notices me, I would be like an animal behind a glass wall, sitting on its perch and writing.