A bit of poetry… just for the beauty of it

 since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

E. E. Cummings

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day.  Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel.  None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch.  And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones.  And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied.  It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

nombres de caballos

Un pedacito que me mantuvo riendo toda la noche:

“Y así el viejo Danny murió en la sexta carrera de Chicago en que ganó Agua Potable con dos cuerpos de ventaja sobre Sopa de Verduras y cinco sobre Maquillaje Azul.”

De “Novecento”, Alessandro Baricco

La verdad, yo también me hubiera muerto de la risa.

Sunday poem

So, recently, Ernesto Priego wrote a series of poems inspired by Simone Weil’s book “Gravity and Grace”. To close the series, he invited everyone to fill in the ____________. This is the poem that I co-wrote with him, the words in italics are mine, the ones that are not are his. Thanks E, for the fun!

Today Gravity and Grace are dancing lindy hop in the roof.
Slowly but surely they let the flat-foot-floogie go up their feet and into their ears
“Men, it’s necessary to see them from on high,” says Gravity
“If you can walk, you can dance,” replies Grace.
Outside, the grass is covered by Summer’s dew.

tagged

Meeen… creí que me iba a salvar de esta, pero cumplo con la encomienda pues.
What were you doing five years ago?
-Still in high school.
-Dating a very sweet guy, but of course… that did not end well.
-Starting to decide what on earth I was going to do after high school.
-Taking singing and tennis lessons.
-Being the nerd I’ve always been.

What are five things (in no particular order) in your to-do list for today?
-Tonight… getting this done and GOING TO BED!!
-Tomorrow… the daily jogging session.
-Going to breakfast with a lovely kindred spirit.
-Going to the Sunday street market to get a bag of my beloved little jellies. 
-Improvise after that, maybe Modern Art Museum or something of the sort.

What are five snacks you enjoy?
-Make a note: blue cheese with pear. Try it!! Now!
-Of course, the Sunday market little jellies, except the strawberry ones, guachilas.
-Rancheritos.
-Tabule… for the past two weeks I just cannot get enough of that.
-Cheerios.

What are five things you would do if you were a billionaire?
-Get my dad out of his job ASAP and take him to a super luxurious spa.
-Buy the most expensive and EFFECTIVE diabetes treatment for my grand-parents. 
-Move into a very chic apartment by the Seine River in downtown Paris instead of the “Ratatouille” kind of room I’m going to be staying at. (It’s gonna be great!!, actually I’m just complaining for the sake of it, I could live under a bridge and I’d be happy).
-Donate a lot of money to charity, and medical research to find a cure for leukemia.
-Apart from that, there’s not many things I’d do with a lot of money, except for provinding for my grand-parents, my parents, us, my kids, the kids of my kids so they can do whatever they want without having to think if it’s going to be profitable or not.

What are five of your bad habits?
-I stop eating when I’m under pressure.
-I talk singing, or I sing talking when I’m stressed.
-I smoke… not often , but I do. It’s a bad habit, but it’s just sooooo…
-I bite my nails.
-I preach a lot about order, but my place is a mess!! no… A MESS!! Took me two whole days to clean it.

What are five jobs you have had?
-Waitress
-English teacher
-French teacher
-draftswoman in an architecture atelier
-for now and until I leave: scenography assistant for a theater company  

What are five places you have lived?
-Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Chiapas
-Villahermosa, Tabasco
-first apartment in D.F.
-Second apartment in D.F.
-Third apartment in D.F. (do I need to go on?… because the list is bigger)

Which five people do you want to tag?
-Gonza, Ernesto P., el Etienne, and I think the rest of you have already been tagged so… have fun!!

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Hey! This is post #50!!! Thanks to everyone who reads this… Thought nobody did, but recently I’ve found out my private exercise of introspection is more public than I liked to believe, so thank you. I promise to keep filling in The Blank Space as much as I possibly can. ¡Santé!