iScape LA: Hear my bus comin'
Second track of that Sunday in LA
Track 2: 2:20am at the corner of Hollywood and Vine, waiting for the bus to take me home.
A place for artist wannabes xxx street poets xxx spelling bees xxx muses pets ---> Thx.
Second track of that Sunday in LA
This year's 4th July was duly spent in Baja California. The coming recordings and pictures will try to convey some of the Mexican magic.
A few recordings of LA's soundscape on Sunday September 30.
Because some poetry deserves to cross the borders of nations and languages.
What's in the power of speech? The words? The voice? Charisma?
That Salvador Plascencia is really the Boris Vian of Latino American literature.
Very interesting article on the on-going digitazation of books and knowledge. Scan this Book! by Kevin Kelly in the Sunday May 14, 2006 edition of the The New York Times.
Something inspired by a rather gloomy picture posted a while back.
- All this life I buoyed
Striking tail and fins.
Last, I be buoyed
In peace.
On a grasp of air I cannot breathe
Out with full belly I blimp.
Quietly shooting for higher
limbo.
The world of
For the mortal fish. To me her limbs
Are flashing over the billowing lips
of a dimming sight.
The body is inflatuated with death,
Now full of unreleased exhaustion
Waiting for the soothing pin to
Punctuate that life.