You can keep the hidden treasures. Look below and say: these are my feet; this is the Earth and below the substance of year after year. We spent days naming clouds. There were shapes of animals. Look up. You can hear yourself blinking. There is nothing here except this. It is true it all comes back to this hand, these growing nails, hair where there was none. No, I told you, there is no meter to maintain these words in order.

Ebriedad y Cruda son hermanas. En general son veneradas en casi todos los países, incluso en aquellos de fe musulmana, donde las han obligado no sólo al velo sino a la prisión. Su popularidad cubre todos los espectros sociales, políticos y económicos. Polígamas y bisexuales, juegan con todos y nunca rechazan invitación alguna.

The Milky Way is moving faster than before– It is likely to clash with other galaxies. In two billion years. Someone will have to go through that.

Can the Muses be forced to appear? And what if, when here, they refuse to sing? And what if, when here, we just stand open-mouthed, in silence? Are Muses negative theologians? These and other questions, in our next programme. Don’t forget to crank the volume.

My computer is haunted. The city melts like sugar. There is no option but to stop doing everything and listen. The voice. Impossible not to shiver when her voice is here, right now, so clearly, so present and close. Sylvia Plath, forever alive not on her poems on the printed page, but on the recording, on the always-present-continuous of her voice. How can one long for someone one never met? Someone one has only read?

Toda observación sociológica es una experiencia mediatizada. Todo aforismo es la imposición de la idiotez en el mundo. Así éstos. Éstos no son aforismos. Ésto tampoco es un poema. Ni que lo fuera. Deja de pensar: La teoría como experiencia está limitada por la infinita distancia de la inacción. La antropología como ciencia está arruinada. Le arruina su separación del campo observado.

Amazed as truth, like western spaces, high bachelors from Holland will tender sore hands, like dead, brooded, sorrowful influences, and step themselves: whole invasions will come, like free fire, man.

roughly nine & a half glasses of red wine, half a pint of cider, one shot of lighter fluid, two & a half shots of gin, six glasses of sherry, thirteen glasses of whisky &

A record collection comes to life when it is played to others. DJing brings forth the obvious interconnectedness of– apparently unrelated music genres and traditions, the effect of a DJ set on the atmosphere of a place (not just a shuffling iPod or a CD playing) cannot be (just cannot be) understated.

[ Après la lettre, and for Eileen, who is learning Spanish ] and I wonder, in what language am I supposed to express this passage? (what is the pre-position needed for this question?) because if we use lower letters except of course for the first person, is it because we dread magnitudes, the grand eloquence of conquerors and pirates?