Here in Maringuoin we have the necessary conditions for snow and it feels that cold. It is literally colder here right now than it is at the Puerto de Navacerrada, a ski station above Madrid. Here is a recipe for a carajillo, which they must be drinking there and I should drink here: Ingredients: * … More Carajillo
Ya vienen los Reyes Magos caminito de Belén; olé, olé, Holanda y olé; Holanda ya se ve. This is the 12th day of Christmas, when the Magi come, and it is sunny. Views of the crescent moon and clouds were beautiful from the high bridge over the Mississippi River yesterday evening on the way home. … More Día de los Reyes
Look: up every bone every sky every day every you– he goes working his way up blue earlobes from ocean goes thrown by rosesudden someone’s already tomorrow goes riding his bed of daysided gold goes skimming sleep countries from west to east until sudden rosestopped someone’s already earliness opens the back of the clock: he … More Mimnermos
This is an electrifying concert video, shot in the last days of the USSR. Axé.
‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s, Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays; The world’s whole sap is sunk; The general balm th’ hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed’s-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and … More A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day
Today’s writing topics, from Clio, are actually inviting: eleven things to shed in 2011, and what do you need to write? I need to write my novel, and I want to write my academic projects. This is all very obvious but I would like to underscore the novel as a need and the academic work … More Writing and Eleven Things
Todos han muerto. Murió doña Antonia, la ronca, que hacía pan barato en el burgo. Murió el cura Santiago, a quien placía le saludasen los jóvenes y las mozas, respondiéndoles a todos, indistintamente: “Buenos días, José! Buenos días, María!” Murió aquella joven rubia, Carlota, dejando un hijito de meses, que luego también murió a los … More La violencia de las horas
“Si j’étais ruisseau, ou bien touriste, vous m’aimeriez tous, comme on aime les artistes,” dit Vincent par téléphone. “Writing is a foreign language,” he said. “The best way to spell is in Phrench.” That took place in the twentieth century but perhaps I am a nineteenth century man. I am clearly a petit bourgeois or … More Si j’étais ruisseau, ou bien touriste
It seems to me so far that the current reverb exercise, in which one reflects each day, intends to foster creative activity. The implicit assumption that one does not already appreciate sunsets and make things bores me a little. I feel asked to prove once again that I can do artistic things and enjoy walks … More On Creativity (A Contrarian View)
This group apparently has a song, on this album, called “Fict or Faction,” and I am looking for it. Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 