Yonder Lies It

Month: March 2003

  • The space keyboard brings insecurity to my typing. It is wobbly, in a fit of misdirected force I became irate and hit it thus making the spacebar wobbly. It’s nearly reflecting my approach to writing. As I always fear the power words have, and ultimately the power the reader has; unto them, I stand needlessly…

  • Being trilingual has caused interesting activities in my brain. Although I’ve never had any problems with Spanish and English sharing the same mass of grey matter, it seems that English and Swedish are just being too concomitant with each other, like lost cousins they intermingle. They’ve cozied up too much producing a dissonance in my…

  • Veo las pelí­culas latinas; en español, italiano, francés, portugés y miro con admiración como es que la pasión es lo que causa vida. Las manos en el aire, los gritos, los momentos entre un hombre y una mujer, llenos de pasión; se besan, se gritan, se enaltecen, se aman. Los miro y me da risa…

  • Hay veces que me pregunto, cuál sera la última palabra que escriba, en qué idioma, si acaso eso ocurre? Mil veces maldeceria si no fuese castellano. Pero de seguro dirí­a eso también de mis otros idiomas. Escribo en tres idiomas porque estoy incapacitado para escribir en uno sólo. Pero no cabe la menor duda que…

  • Dear diary, not! I reached a point of observation, on top of the lighthouse I saw with the aid of the ramp light a common scene, the sea. I saw millions of sparkles in its water, all very amazing in varying degrees, yet I saw a struggle there too, namely, the need for uniqueness. Half…

  • It’s ridiculous. Watching the war on the news in so many possible channels with so many perspectives. All the same, in English. Tone varies though if you suddenly choose other languages, but the truth is that the only ones having a ball here are the capitalists. Markets are soaring. They seem happier, yet we lesser…

  • Por estos dí­as los tambores de guerra se escuchan por todo el mundo, Estados Unidos esta perdido, el idealismo por el cual el mundo entero creia en él, han perecido. Esta de luto el mundo. La verdad, no se deja ver aun, el humo esta espeso. La verdad es que el patriotismo, a base de…

  • Then that same night he told her he couldn’t lie, they drank beer, lying right there on the spot to each other. He had that flash, that flash that’s like a chain and ball, heard the chin-cling loud and clear and wanted freedom. He felt high as ever, didn’t really want part of her, he…

  • La verdad sea dicha estoy feliz de no estar en Aztlán, la verdad, sufrí­ mucho bajo el regimen de Pete Wilson, las persecusiones psicologicas no se hicieron esperar en aquel entonces. Me imagino vivir allí­ hoy insoportable, bajo la tensión en que se encuentra el mundo de los gabacho en este momento. La comunidad Chicana…

  • When it comes to languages it seems to me rather curious the stance some people take. I remember as a child how embarrassed I was to speak Spanish. I recall how one day we came to my grandmother’s in TJ and how, in spite of being raised by her, and just only two years before…

  • What is it about two people that just want each other? There are two things I loathe, hunger and sex, they distract me from my studies, they do, they really do. – Wanna drink coffee? – No thanks, am bored, I don’t know where am going, what I want nor a purpose; I am already…

  • Since last monday Jean Paul Marat has been in my head. In particular the painting Jaque Louis David did of him titled Marat Assasiné . I first came across him through a book by Peter Weiss that I must of surely found in a second hand bookshop back in the states. I must of liked…