Wednesday, September 15, 2004
i'm a slave to the fastpacelife running against time
not enough seconds
to take a second to breathe
the roses are beautiful today
but i will only notice their outline
their bright velvet
the curve of each petalo
falls out of my time-line
the digital beats of my cellphone ring
have me skipping from survace to surface
the only time i slow down
is when pacing on a 56k intimate connection
i stare at this pixel reality that falls like a
theater curtain
slow and damn
the computer crashes
and i know its changing face
better than the beautiful roses
the bright velvet the smell
i rushed by today
always on this track
this canal that channels the currents
of my creativity into 8.5/11s
posted by poetaxingon on 9:25 PM
Thursday, September 09, 2004
some folks seem to have abandoned their blogs/webpages. i think it has to do with time constrains, but i also think its cuz you make yourself vulnerable (naked) when you talk about your life and thoughts in such a public way. i have myself gotten in trouble more then ones with family members for stuff i posted. but i still think that for some of us, we need to write to make sense of the world. yes, we can talk to friends, and that's good, but writing can serve as meditation. i hope that we get more people to do this. i suggest having an anonymous webpage/blog for some. talking 'bout talking. jose wants to get started a men's talking circle. he's participated in some before, and apperantly, they really help him. i don't know, it seems that i can be more open with my feelings through writting (journals/poetry) then with other people. i'm still gonna do it. ale feels a bit insecure about me participating, cuz she doesn't want other to get into our beeswax, which is understandable.
good news, it looks like i'll be moving to berkeley in early august, which is great cuz i'm tired of commuting and sleeping in my van. i hate the noise cars make at night as they pass by.
it looks like the chiapas trip w/ jose is happening. we are gonna drive and make some quick stops here in there. mexicali (my 1st hometown), los reyes michoacan, i want to go to Moroleon guanajuato for a couple of days. chiapas. i'm really excited, i want to visit the municipio de Flores magon. how do the juntas del buen gobierno work, etc.
i met with professor/poet Alfred Arteaga to talk about my poetry. he gave me some good feed back and encouragement. but i'm still not sure what i want to do with all this. (today i'm stopping at poetry for the people to see how the folks are doing). he told me that i'm going to write if i need to write. that that's how poets work, they write to make sense of their world. bueno, si. but with school and family and work, where is the time to write. i was relieved when he told me that his first poetry book came out when he was forty, which means that i'm still at good age to start. now arteaga goes all over the world reading and participating in conference. sounds good, most definetely, i'm going to set aside some time next semester for a creative writing class.
peace. here i lay my pen to rest as i reach for my coffee (i wanted to say for my shot gun, but i don't have one. crazy poets).
(ps. when i was in high school i had my graduation ring engraved with "thief of fire," i always wanted to be a poet.)
posted by poetaxingon on 9:13 AM
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