domingo, 22 de noviembre de 2009

A Kite is a Victim

A kite is a victim you are sure of.

You love it because it pulls
gentle enough to call you master,
strong enough to call you fool;
because it lives
like a desperate trained falcon

in the high sweet air,
and you can always haul it down
to tame it in your drawer.

A kite is a fish you have already caught

in a pool where no fish come,
so you play him carefully and long,
and hope he won't give up,
or the wind die down.

A kite is the last poem you've written
so you give it to the wind,
but you don't let it go
until someone finds you
something else to do.

A kite is a contract of glory
that must be made with the sun,
so you make friends with the field

the river and the wind,
then you pray the whole cold night before,
under the travelling cordless moon,
to make you worthy and lyric and pure.

Leonard Cohen - 1961

©Jillian Tamaki

martes, 10 de noviembre de 2009

Eric Fischl - Living Room Scene #3

Cuando lo vi en el museo Brandhorst lo primero que pensé es que así es el amor. Y ahí me quedé mirándolo.

martes, 3 de noviembre de 2009

Walker Evans - Noviembre 3 de 1974


Fiesta de cumpleaños número 71.
La entrada estaba diferente, pero me pareció que la definición de lo que quería decir apareció sola, por otro lado, por aquí.