Wednesday, October 10, 2007

the day time broke



today my time broke
just like that

i came home after 9, 10, 12? hours
of being away and this home
of home smells no more

checked my arm time
broken!

i have never broken a watch before
is this a signal?

a stop to all calling
a start-all-over note?

a spiritual rewind

time
stop
breaks
broken

signals?
time to buy back my soul

i feel like one of paul auster characters
those that disappear and tell no families
no friends where they go...
where they hide their miseries and their songs...

cutting umbilical, and of any sort, cords
i felt his beating on my arm
still soft and still strong

maybe like my dead watch
today a new time
for a new life
i shall re-call

this time of mine
this time of no life
today
out of the blue,
broke

Monday, October 08, 2007

waiting for the sky

today
what is it with me today ?
is it the monday's blues?
i am not sure why but
lately, i feel like him...



waiting for something to fall from the sky
some answers and direction, i guess
anything to scare away
this dullness

a gray monday today

Sunday, October 07, 2007

haruki murakami


haruki murakami
just read anything and all by him!

he's insightful
he's modern
he's cryptic

and he owned a jazz bar in Tokyo
for many years...
one of my favorite nowadays writers


ich und einen wenig Bücher

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Oktoberfest - the California version



as part of meinen Deutschstunde
ich gehe heute Abend zu Oktoberfest
the one in El Cajon, this little town
vecinity of San Diego

ich trinke Warstein Pilsener
i have this theory that if i drink
plenty of German beer
meine Deutsch will improve



but funny
'cause when i came home
i wanted another beer
and i had some Guinness Draught
those cans that have a little ball
to draft the beer nicely

so i assume Guinness improves my English
yet not my German
so i guess at the end of the day
and so much beer, i am back to
Hablar en Español



y sí despues de todo
es mejor
decir buenas noches
así, con en tu mano,
todo el corazón



Friday, October 05, 2007

T. S. Eliot



The Waste Land and other Poems

feinabstimmen

oh languages!
is not as simple as just translation

Language is just one of the many
elements that delineate a society

According to language
it is, i think, the most ancient method
to categorize human societies

we hear, we understand, we connect
action, reaction, perception

and however language is just such a little peak
to an specific civilization!
Yet, the way we all speak
Our choice of words
Reveal not just to what group we belong
language-wise
But if we fine tune the ear
our words reveal
What we think
What we feel
What we dream
Who we are

your words and mine
come from different big crisol!
[der Schmelztiegel]
where like a warm soup
melts in one this vast global civilization
so different
yet all in the same space and the same time

I am lucky to have taken a look at 2 cultures by now
My mother language Spanish
and my country Mexico
And such a defined cultural influence the city
I grew in, and I consider myself lucky as well
For the all the Hispanic literature I was able to read back then
Feeding my soul with distant and magic imaginary cities
Sentiments and surreal places

And later USA
The switch of a culture, the idiosyncrasies of the North-American life
the efficiency! simplicity, the DMW rules
the vast "America"
[not the continent but as americanized Americans refer to this country country]
Their non-metric system
The date, every day, you have to learn to write it
Different
The month goes first
Their illogical yet lovely soft pronunciation
Their short worded sentences
And their open smiles and big hearts
for a nation where guns are legal
How many details are different!
And I am so close geographically to Mexico
Yet a couple of day can pass without me speaking Spanish

Mexico and the USA we are so close
And yet, a whole world apart
and then there is the
American and English literatures
Amazing! Lucky again of have dive in there a little

And now… ah German
Wow, just a few classes and…
I am thankful for my professor
She gets into detail on those miniatures
Experiences of life
Oh how you get grades in school
There and the Autobahn rules
And the little lectures on my book
With maps and cultural “bits”
That show me more of how
The every day people is there
And many other manners of the German culture

I am sure, the next time I am there
I will be much more open and susceptible
To those little details of life
Than when I was there and understood nothing!

Lucky to be able to take a look to another
Civilization, another way of thinking
And living
How the date you write at the office
How people greet in the morning
And what they eat for breakfast
How the love and they think
And how they suffer but recover
All those events that make life so important
Not just the translation of them
But the ethics and the soul
Of another nation
If study a lot!!
This would be my 3rd language
I never valuated so deeply
To be bilingual before, as now,
When I go for the 3rd one…

my English here lately is sloppy
so i bet is my Spanish
but if focus, i know i can write them

i hope one day
i can do "el Deutsch fine-tunning"

ich möchte auf Deutsch sprechen!
und verstehen ein bisschen ein Paar deutsch Seelen

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

klischeebilder

before—auto focus


this out of focus images
might be a visual cliché
but after many years of having just
a point & shoot camera
i really like those balls of light
i can see playing with
the manual focus (unfocused)

after—manual focus [unfocused]

bee and flower

i love their music
and her voice



"You lift the satellite and we wave goodbye..."

here another great song by them

strange but great

this strange animation
the style is unique
old-school animation
the story is weird
and the bread has a face...
und das Brot hat ein Gesicht...

Monday, October 01, 2007

arañas und Bier

am Sonntag
ich brauche Deutsch Bier
für studieren der Deutsch
(just a learning technique i am trying here)



but then i cannot concentrate
because Lady Spider keeps on
hovering over my head
oh she has dinner ready there!



ach! ich hoffe es ist Sonntag wieder!
aber es ist Montag heute (sad face)
noch
danke für eine geniale Erfindung:
Kaffee! ah, going for another cup