There's this woman
got me talkin' on the phone
even when when I'm alone
I love to be alone...
I must love her
There's this city
got me jumpin' in my sleep
even though when at peace
I dream of dreamin' deep...
it must love me
There's this song
got me tryin' to sing along
despite my voice all wrong
rough and tumbling and grumbling
like groans from God above...
it must be love
Thursday, April 01, 2010
just spent a long time in the mountains and jungles of bolivia and peru - back in civilization for now, though things might be sporadic until I finish this job in a bit over a month... anyhow, here's one from the peruvian amazon:
I left the shelter of my
home to seek a shooting star
on which to wish for that which
was lost to me (or by me).
Stepping out into the jungle night,
I looked up to black sky.
Despair pried open my mouth,
anger at the heavens flared my eyes.
No song came out, no vision came in.
I neither breathed nor blinked.
Fully exposed, I might have died there...
but suddenly, my mad openness was filled
with light bursting from a crack in the sky.
I left the shelter of my
home to seek a shooting star
on which to wish for that which
was lost to me (or by me).
Stepping out into the jungle night,
I looked up to black sky.
Despair pried open my mouth,
anger at the heavens flared my eyes.
No song came out, no vision came in.
I neither breathed nor blinked.
Fully exposed, I might have died there...
but suddenly, my mad openness was filled
with light bursting from a crack in the sky.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
"Conventional wisdom brings conventional results,"
"Look before you leap,"
"A stitch in time saves nine,"
They say, and I say, hey,
one of those is fine and good on its own,
but tryin' to do all I should, all alone,
I looked before I leaped
from Here to There, and as I peeked 'round
my feet slipped nine times down the mountain
till There became such high ground
that I could only wistfully wonder
how that greener grass over There might feel under
my toes.
"Just goes to show," They say,
"You shoul've taken the less-beaten road."
I reply with a cry, pointing to my bare feet:
"Simplify! simplify! simplify! Didn't you see
the spiny rocky path that way, They?! eh??"
"Okay, okay," say They, "but no pain no gain."
"Your refrain," say I, "will drive me lame,
plus, I got my own game, my own
reason and rhyme, so though I won't say
I don't appreciate your time,
I will say what's yours ain't mine."
And with that I leapt into the void.
"Look before you leap,"
"A stitch in time saves nine,"
They say, and I say, hey,
one of those is fine and good on its own,
but tryin' to do all I should, all alone,
I looked before I leaped
from Here to There, and as I peeked 'round
my feet slipped nine times down the mountain
till There became such high ground
that I could only wistfully wonder
how that greener grass over There might feel under
my toes.
"Just goes to show," They say,
"You shoul've taken the less-beaten road."
I reply with a cry, pointing to my bare feet:
"Simplify! simplify! simplify! Didn't you see
the spiny rocky path that way, They?! eh??"
"Okay, okay," say They, "but no pain no gain."
"Your refrain," say I, "will drive me lame,
plus, I got my own game, my own
reason and rhyme, so though I won't say
I don't appreciate your time,
I will say what's yours ain't mine."
And with that I leapt into the void.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
movimientos profundos, lentos, inexorables,
cambios venerables por su misterio sensible
y no comprensible, por su potencia inasible:
mis pies echan raíces, conocen tierra rica,
no se osan explicar el amar de los nutrientes
que los entran, fluyendo de corrientes subterráneas,
nacidas de entes soberanos integrados a las profundididades;
su leche mamada alimienta al flujo
sus lágrimas apreciadas dan espesura rica
su sangre derramada fecunda nueva vida
nacida integrada al porvenir sísmico surgiendo
del pasado cósmico
me tranquilizo, la paz me permite
abrirme, rendirme para que me entre,
me re-ancle y me recentre la energía de aquellos entes
estos entes aquí y ahora y allá y siempre presentes,
fuentes de fuerza vital y de repente destructiva
para que viva la transformación, la re-alineación
de continentes, el quiebre que abre grietas para nuevas vertientes
que me riegan y me sostienen aquí en quietud creadora.
cambios venerables por su misterio sensible
y no comprensible, por su potencia inasible:
mis pies echan raíces, conocen tierra rica,
no se osan explicar el amar de los nutrientes
que los entran, fluyendo de corrientes subterráneas,
nacidas de entes soberanos integrados a las profundididades;
su leche mamada alimienta al flujo
sus lágrimas apreciadas dan espesura rica
su sangre derramada fecunda nueva vida
nacida integrada al porvenir sísmico surgiendo
del pasado cósmico
me tranquilizo, la paz me permite
abrirme, rendirme para que me entre,
me re-ancle y me recentre la energía de aquellos entes
estos entes aquí y ahora y allá y siempre presentes,
fuentes de fuerza vital y de repente destructiva
para que viva la transformación, la re-alineación
de continentes, el quiebre que abre grietas para nuevas vertientes
que me riegan y me sostienen aquí en quietud creadora.
Monday, December 14, 2009
from radically moments of the last year, though either of these seem like constants in my life... seeing them next to each other seems complementary:
1.
I just want to make something unquestionably (for some people at least, for some time at least) good.
I don’t feel at home anywhere any more. I used to feel comfortable almost everywhere, or if not comfortable at least fascinated. I’ve become an outsider to my own life.
If everything taken out of context loses its clear meaning, I am pure nonsense.
2.
I got a name whose fame few remember
can’t complain
got a feelin kept me sane since September
can’t complain
got a game I been playin with growin pains
can’t complain
got distracted from shame by accepting me plain
can’t complain
got nothing to say cept the same ol refrain
can’t complain
1.
I just want to make something unquestionably (for some people at least, for some time at least) good.
I don’t feel at home anywhere any more. I used to feel comfortable almost everywhere, or if not comfortable at least fascinated. I’ve become an outsider to my own life.
If everything taken out of context loses its clear meaning, I am pure nonsense.
2.
I got a name whose fame few remember
can’t complain
got a feelin kept me sane since September
can’t complain
got a game I been playin with growin pains
can’t complain
got distracted from shame by accepting me plain
can’t complain
got nothing to say cept the same ol refrain
can’t complain
Monday, November 23, 2009
Each echo produces two.
Volume may diminish, but sound dies no more than any other type of matter.
So take care with what you say.
The vibrations are continuous – both back toward the words that produced the present words, and forwards toward the future’s echoes of these words.
So hum along occasionally.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Solidarity Bridge: Healing and Empowering in Latin America from Mateo Hinojosa on Vimeo.
Check out this promotional video that I just finished editing, for Solidarity Bridge, a foundation that does medical and fair-trade work in Bolivia.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I feel sleepy, unsunny but not dark
like dreamy steamy jungles,
ready to go down where the wild things are.
Mild dreams scar child's wings
with claws of reality not quite asleep,
and the jaws of night swallow all light in the deep.
But visions in obscurity bring sight,
help the fight to leave you, peace to soothe you
and the belly of the night to rumble its tune to you.
like dreamy steamy jungles,
ready to go down where the wild things are.
Mild dreams scar child's wings
with claws of reality not quite asleep,
and the jaws of night swallow all light in the deep.
But visions in obscurity bring sight,
help the fight to leave you, peace to soothe you
and the belly of the night to rumble its tune to you.
Monday, October 12, 2009
para Leilita.
Querida, me das vida
cuando mi flor de energía
está estéril y marchita
de ti mi alma se fía
y tu simple sonrisa
da buenos aires como brisa
mi energía los respira
mi cansancio se retira
echo raíces, doy semillas...
este país, estas orillas
casi me hartaron y botaron
pero tus amares me amarraron
en el ahora me sostuvieron
me nutrieron y acogieron
dieron razón a esta estadía
no solo aquí sino en toda la vida.
Querida, me das vida
cuando mi flor de energía
está estéril y marchita
de ti mi alma se fía
y tu simple sonrisa
da buenos aires como brisa
mi energía los respira
mi cansancio se retira
echo raíces, doy semillas...
este país, estas orillas
casi me hartaron y botaron
pero tus amares me amarraron
en el ahora me sostuvieron
me nutrieron y acogieron
dieron razón a esta estadía
no solo aquí sino en toda la vida.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Fue un accidente:
Andaba en lo cuotidiano, sentado en el colectivo,
el motor del bus hacía su habitual fragor ensordecedor,
el vientre de siempre seguía con hambre
y la mente, como de costumbre demente,
entre el gentío no pudo más con todo el lío,
no estaba cansado sino abrumado…
me bamboleó la cabeza, me tambaleó la consciencia,
hacia atrás y adelante iba, y de repente
me quedé inconsciente.
Me desperté y toda la gente me miraba
asombrada, asustada, hasta pedían parada,
y me di cuenta que había apoyado la cabeza
no en el asiento detrás sino en la mano
de un hermano desconocido…
ni lo miré, conmovido por el contacto,
pero de todos modos y con todo tacto
alcé la cabeza (para que su mano escapara)
y volví a apoyarla
con ganas de que soñara
con aquella persona
con quien rocé por azar.
Andaba en lo cuotidiano, sentado en el colectivo,
el motor del bus hacía su habitual fragor ensordecedor,
el vientre de siempre seguía con hambre
y la mente, como de costumbre demente,
entre el gentío no pudo más con todo el lío,
no estaba cansado sino abrumado…
me bamboleó la cabeza, me tambaleó la consciencia,
hacia atrás y adelante iba, y de repente
me quedé inconsciente.
Me desperté y toda la gente me miraba
asombrada, asustada, hasta pedían parada,
y me di cuenta que había apoyado la cabeza
no en el asiento detrás sino en la mano
de un hermano desconocido…
ni lo miré, conmovido por el contacto,
pero de todos modos y con todo tacto
alcé la cabeza (para que su mano escapara)
y volví a apoyarla
con ganas de que soñara
con aquella persona
con quien rocé por azar.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Some favorite words, in no particular order:
Defenestrate
Serpentine
Bleed
Akimbo
Nepenthe
Juxtaposition
Hijinks
Ambiguous
Portmaneau
Lithe
Llama
Swoon
Dharma
Savor
Jig
Adore
Seer
Viscous
Transcend
Bouleversant
Amares
Performance
Plunge
Scrump
Hubris
Bittersweet
Don
Crossroads
Pizazz
Catalyst
Carcajada
Synaesthasia
Anon
Bragadoccio
Babel
Babble
Rhapsody
Ephemeral
Avalanchic
Kaleidoscopic
Rickety
Rummage
Holler
Lovely
Mosey
Meander
Peace
Reappropriation
Oroboros
Sheen
Jive
Fulfill
Revel
Defenestrate
Serpentine
Bleed
Akimbo
Nepenthe
Juxtaposition
Hijinks
Ambiguous
Portmaneau
Lithe
Llama
Swoon
Dharma
Savor
Jig
Adore
Seer
Viscous
Transcend
Bouleversant
Amares
Performance
Plunge
Scrump
Hubris
Bittersweet
Don
Crossroads
Pizazz
Catalyst
Carcajada
Synaesthasia
Anon
Bragadoccio
Babel
Babble
Rhapsody
Ephemeral
Avalanchic
Kaleidoscopic
Rickety
Rummage
Holler
Lovely
Mosey
Meander
Peace
Reappropriation
Oroboros
Sheen
Jive
Fulfill
Revel
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