And so, in his wisdom he said

Animal de costumbre

XVIII

Mi animal de costumbre me observa y me vigila.
Mueve su larga cola. Viene hasta mí
A una hora imprecisa.

Me devora todos los días, a cada segundo.

Cuando voy a la oficina, me pregunta:
"¿Por qué trabajas
Justamente
Aquí?"

Y yo le respondo, muy bajo, casi al oído:
Por nada, por nada.
Y como soy supersticioso, toco madera
De repente,
Para que desaparezca.

Estoy ilógicamente desamparado:
De las rodillas para arriba
A lo largo de esta primavera que se inicia
Mi animal de costumbre me roba el sol
Y la claridad fugaz de los transeúntes.

Yo nunca he sido fiel a la luna ni a la lluvia ni a los
guijarros de la playa.

Mi animal de costumbre me toma por las muñecas,
me seca las lágrimas.

A una hora imprecisa
Baja del cielo.

A una hora imprecisa
Sorbe el humo de mi pobre sopa.

A una hora imprecisa
En que expío mi sed
Pasa con jarras de vino.

A una hora imprecisa
Me matará, recogerá mis huesos
Y ya mis huesos metidos en un gran saco, hará de mí
Un pequeño barco,
Una diminuta burbuja sobre la playa.

Entonces sí
Seré fiel
A la luna
La lluvia
El sol
Y los guijarros de la playa.

Entonces,
Persistirá un extraño rumor
En torno al árbol y la víctima;

Persistirá…

Barriendo para siempre
Las rosas,
Las hojas dúctiles
Y el viento.

(De Animal de costumbre, 1959)

Juan Sánchez Peláez (1922-2003)

I'm with Kerouac

“Realize, Allen, that if all the world were green, there would be no such thing as the color green. Similarly, men cannot know what it is to be together without otherwise knowing what it is to be apart. If all the world were love, then, how could love exist? This is why we turn away from each other on moments of great happiness and closeness. How can we know happiness and closeness without contrasting them, like lights?”
— Kerouac to Ginsberg, September 1948

“The point is that all thought is inexistence and unreality, the only reality is green, love. Don’t you see that it is just the whole point of life not to be self conscious? That it must all be green? All love? Would the world then seem incomprehensible? That is an error. The world would seem incomprehensible to the rational faculty which keeps trying to keep us from the living in green, which fragments and makes every thing seem ambiguous and mysterious and many colors. The world and we are green. We are inexistent until we make an absolute decision to close the circle of individual thought entirely and begin to exist in god with absolute unqualified and unconscious understanding of green, love and nothing but love, until a car, money, people, work, things are love, motion is love, thought is love, sex is love. Everything is love. That is what the phrase ‘God is Love’ means.”
— Ginsberg to Kerouac, October 1948

Para Ana

Take the load off Annie,
Take the load for free,
Take the load off Annie,
And put the load right on me

Not only art

Maurizio Nannucci, All Art Has Been Contemporary, 1999
Driant Zeneli, All Art has been …temporary, 2009

New Soul

Another World

I’m gonna miss the birds
Singing all their songs

Another World - Antony and the Johnsons

We're gonna miss you much.
Junio 22 de 2010