Friday, February 26, 2010

drop in gold

gold drains cover the remnants of
ancient ducks, unable to breathe
the old man who sells his land
and becomes a spectator in his own family
is also patronized in what looks like gold

covered, he preserves his family
and so covers them entirely in gold
because to him they are worth the extreme
resale of his own farm as extreme, he's criticized
by people not in his shoes
who with nicer shoes sold their farms first
but did not cover every possession with gold
not like this man.

The man decides gold later is too heavy
and that if you were born on the land you remained
because dappled in gold you inveigh enough
no one will contest your rightful claim
with land at a premium it's not surprising
an easy way for business grads and success
by marketing and involved alchemy:
of human flesh + gold bones

one explanation for Maya infidelity is gold, fate
since its glow was first shown irresistible
by Spanish invaders, the Maya were exposed
vulnerable to fancy, being wooed by beards that loved gold
they first put their feet in, and wet, sunk deep into gold ponds
and were soon stuck and carried home, they remained
lack backs, European muscle not being impressive

the Maya struggled on their land, as theirs
as the statues indicate pride until Spain
Finally, with a move to rid Mexico of gold
arrived in ships instead of muscle to cart home
obstinate artifacts staking the jungle possessions

once on the continent the statues treasures
were put in towers, stored, patted
behold these relics, statues of warriors, our riches we found
while occupying a small terrain.
Most used the language they had
and some sang or built storage units
keep the gold away from subjects increases its value

But the Maya ingenuity created calendars, astronomy
left behind, unready to surrender to a wooden boat
plotting a course for populated cities whose little regard
is a great place for vengeance, where no one expects
a few armed soldiers smelting to bring down a nation
because – the township opines – the union is soft
and incongruent with colonization and puppet regimes

so Maya, tight in the hold, patient to destabilize
Europe's method economy, the Dutch bankers
sold the idea Spain keep the gold abroad
charged interest, a win/win, but Spain between gasps
sputters to kneel, because Maya gold now liquid
there now phalanxes of Maya warriors disguised as gold
Coat Europe, gold went cheap, the Dutch smile.

Friday, February 12, 2010

it's who you know

A CEO or a baron, a multimillionaire by all estimations, could befriend all of Washington, and it is then said that all of Washington has befriended a wealthy aristocrat with ties to global capital via his infinite commericial network, an aristocrat capable of sealing the fate of thousands of children through the most basic economic decisions made at his companies.

We don't fault these Washingtonians for the friends they keep. We never say, “He has links to murderous global capitalism. His candidacy should be questioned and he should be imprisoned without trial.” Service to capital, no matter how destructive to human life, is never regarded as terrorism.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

not ilk


Will there be prizes leftover
when the incentives are refunded
the refund is a refusal to engage
flanges get a refund when unsuitable

a momentary takeover of rebuke
missile comfort
hang your head from the lintel
urge pace
Dock in heaven we are told
I'm honestly guessing

coherence please
as to the esophagus plain adheres
collusion must
as it tramples a bile twentysomethings
shouldering the musket
shouldering AR15s (widowmakers)

an empty reference pest
refuels the reply to return politely
make Amens

I gave back my body as a refund
I gave back my rent check
I gave back my quarterpounder
I gave back my dead guys
The only questionable project is the food.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

A small scout should promise entirely possible rebates

do you plan on addressing this conflict
we have with the spaghetti

order one pfaltzgrapf urn I have popped my head
floating outside the tent
based on reordering times

until my face is what a writeup contains
we constructed
we built this teeming
we are selling for Hershey Park

every participant with an opportunity to coagulate this donkey
and the preternatural fields were awag

bet i'm thinking i'm so parsley
cannot be assimilated into a proper cheese

but my nerve adventure nears its friend territoriality
and I want the amusement rides
why not write two essays

discuss the barbarity skin slap to rhythm
and recoil from nuke 'em

Monday, February 01, 2010

coat

I am going to dress in a big puffy coat
this will double me in size
over that coat, I'm going to make sure I put another coat
and over that coat
i'm going to put another coat, another coat.
I'm going to put another coat until I'm mobile.
When I'm mobile I can move freely in the cold
because of several coats which I'm now invested in
I'm going to keep dressing until I don't own a coat.
If anyone asks me for a coat, I'm going to respond
that I have all I need, and to avoid complication
I can't start handing out coats because I don't have enough
to go around. Then I'll shiver and scrunch in my shoulders and
grab my coat.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

"solo"

Únicamente, nada más, sin otra cosa:

no me atrevo a cruzar el bosque

Expresamente, sin otra intención

te escribo solo para felicitarte.

Único en su especie

Porción de terreno donde se destina a edificar

Que está sin otra cosa o que se considera separado de ella

Dicho de personas, sin compañía

Que no tiene quien le ampare o consuele

Desierto: Composición o parte

de ella para una única voz o instrumento

interpretó un solo de piano.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

"punta"

Extremo agudo o afilado de algo, generalmente alargado
Extremo de una cosa
Ángulo externo de algunos objetos
Clavo pequeño y delgado
Pequeña cantidad de algo
Lengua de tierra generalmente baja y de poca extensión que se mete en el mar
En el fútbol, posición avanzada o de ataque
jugador que la ocupa
Zapatillas de ballet con un refuerzo en el extremo
En gran abundancia

Saturday, January 23, 2010

"el menos malo es el más bueno"

Similar to many other democracies, the world of Costa Rican political commercials is usually pretty grim, with candidates portrayed as either scions of the community, conveyed by action photos of each interacting with others: helping their constituents; or as eloquent and dutiful public servants, shown speaking candidly to the audience directly "though" the camera.

Costa Rica is a direct democracy; you vote in your own president and congress directly, no electoral college, which fact is important when the above commercials are made, since the only requirement is to win a majority of the popular vote. Costa Rican presidents don't have primaries and they aren't required to win in otherwise innocuous battlegrounds like Ohio and Iowa.

So needless to say, I was much surprised with Christian Democrat Luis Fishman's series of commercials, "el menos malo es el mejor" (the least worst is the best). The most hyperbolic and outlandish of these being this one here.

I'm not sure about the baby and the chorus of pregnant women, but if you're interested, there's another video of his explanation of the video's symbolism: something garbled about babies representing new starts and days after elections...blek.

Here's the song's translation:

I'll vote for Luis
my baby will be born soon
The least worst is the best
that's why i'm voting for him
He's the best.
A realist, w/o illusions, I believe him
that's why in February
I'll give my sincere vote to Luis
I'll support the least worst
with flags and a banquet
I'll celebrate it honking*.
I'll follow him.
I'll vote for him.
He's the besssssssssssst!

“The least worst is the best. Fishman.”

[*In Costa Rica, soccer and election victories are celebrated with incessant car honking.]

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

every Scout should replace water periodically

This is from a longer piece called swords with lord baden-powell


our great wetlands
where land is wet so sure

there will be abuses (hold on
to your auto fruition

not to mention unclean subject)
to nominal rejection by opposite sexos

where these are in opposing
life into a gamer's game schedule

small ants collect around scouts' middles
these are food the real slow food
ant vs. whoever grasshopper

enormous vs. steadily enlarging
swollen for a reason vs. taking up inordinate planning
for the family planning entry

small stork wage a war for survival
in a scout's nurturing hand, the charges democratize
and the stork learns a to appreciate fragile homes
a lesson from here:

these lands opened up for development
without asking
no one with permission and rules
is interesting enough to flying animals.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

White People Ruin Stuff

Today, illegally surfing while I should have been teaching, I found this

Monday, December 21, 2009

rules me hates rules

A big book managing

Can challenge

While the book slept

Unearthing occurring

My privilege was inept

A soul wept

Into it’s darning

My fever went swim

In stocking stuffing.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

arts we draw

Deeply soul

knew my grown voice

knew it

kneel and paint

kneel to paint

individuals choices

arts really makes me

feel my heart

desires are telling me

see the worlds, the voice

the colors picked for

the arts we do

imply the feeling

of the artist while doing.

Arts we do

contain colors

reveal our hearts

what these colors do is revealing

and clothing can too

kneel and paint

does your heart feed reveal?

Maybe your heart feed reveals

like a pig or like me

who paints for escape

words safe words

A big word like banana

to see the inside of your heart.

Saturday, December 05, 2009

Yogurt Most Certainly

I stick my spoon in halfway
Then you stick your spoon in halfway
And we’ll share this yogurt its new
Flavor returns beat investments only with good taste
Spitting out yogurt wastes the money you spent
Spitting out yogurt with money you spent is actually a waste.

Never hasten to probe yogurt you’ve learned to correctly taste
The smell sitting before your tongue is taste in a haste:

Your body is becoming harder while you wait
For the yogurt that renews your litmus
When you hold something so sacred on your tongue
Changing colors will reward you with an answer to boldness
Hold your tongue, feel the yogurt medicate.

Stick your spoon in three-quarters way
Then I stick my spoon in three-quarters way.
Let’s play swords.
The first to be satisfied by lengthy curtains
Touched up with new yogurt’s powerful ambitions

Your eyes are softening and running out of your head
They are transformed into yogurt
And a nice neighborhood with activism.

Yogurt, the spelling bee of the mouth!
A champion discus tosser hurls a new flavor into the region
Of your face and you should react by opening up
And saying, “Pro-biotics”
Which are boring remnants of God from being dead.

I have nothing but boots in my yogurt clothing routine
When I decide which yogurt to commandeer and
Non-fucking-fat cottage cheese is what entirely happened!
Normal cottage cheeses don’t stick so often
Haphazardly peeling the ripped foil before you’ve taste experimented
Is like going to a firefight with only a rubber glove on your head.

If you want to know what a lifelong bout with terminal diseases feels like
Understand how yogurt is made inside a cobra’s poisonous glands
When and only when the snake turns
Fire a missile and fill the yogurt enough into a latex glove.
Now you are safe, now you can curl up and comprehend.