my latest creation of moving images and sound:

You ever put your hand in your pocket only to find another man's hand?
You ever walk the streets or the docks that leave you nowhere to stand?

You ever stroll along the edge of dawn
and find the side of sea that you're on
affords no quarter much less
the half that you need?

This is all a bit of a shot in the dark….

Luckily, I got loads of bullets

and I love to dance that bang bang rhythm,

trippin’ out with that gunpowder strobe,

and since I’m generally a pacifist, I’d rather see these potential killers buried safely in the wall

"beauty is in the street"
- from Paris, May '68... to Cairo, February '11 -

"la belleza está en la calle"

Although these words aren't mine, they gave me such joy that I can't resist but share them. And I'm kind of tired of my words and thoughts and images, aren't you? So this blog will henceforth include the works of others, I so declare! Suggestions gladly accepted...

"Tripping over Joy"
by Hafiz
trans Daniel Ladinsky

What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?

The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move

That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, "I Surrender!"

Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think

You have a thousand serious moves.

My latest video... mi último video.
A promotional short doc I directed... un corto docu promocional que dirigí.
See it in HD on youtube...verlo en HD en youtube.

I saw a gangrened leg rotting away my psyche’s locomotion, so I blasted away with my magnum.

She turned, feeling the sting of gunpowder-charred steel in flesh, and returned fire,

Incinerating the leprosy crawling like devil’s ivy up my arm, making my trigger finger twitch.

See things as they’re not

to see what’s beyond what you got on the spot,

a wider panorama, a deeper dig,

as a sleeper dreams, as a walker schemes

beyond the physical state of things,

draw expanding rings from your pebble-of-a-place

where you fell from space into this pond

and beyond, grow in grooves, move fluid…

if you always knew it, then do it,

bit by bit, spit the bitterness of the hum-drum out

of your clogged-up mouth, if you gotta, shout,

so you can again breathe easy,

blink and rethink first glances till you get trances

and see the seething on the surface of the ordinary…

only then will you sink deep and join the mass movement underneath

Almost didn’t make it out of Buenos Aires:

Fell asleep at the gate, emotionally drained,

woke up at last call

shaking like a drunk,

no control of my body,

my step unsteady, I forced myself to fly

even though I walked as if I couldn’t control where my feet

were to land and in which direction.

I could – but I felt under a spell

as if something-someone wouldn’t let me go.

Almost didn’t make it back from Bolivia.

Lingered at the threshold of a disappointing dream

searching for meaning,

Lingered in my shower’s cleansing heat

hoping for healing,

Lingered over my aunt’s homemade yogurt

groping for feeling

The flight’s closed, he said.

Let him go, they cried.

Shaking, I pleaded, like a refugee,

You must let me fly. Please.

My work here is done

and my life there goes on.

The gate opened, I slipped through.

Again, I am in the great between,

gates opening and closing around me

and I stumbling through…

what to?

A woman who loves me, whom I adore…

we are searching for more.

A megalopolis: fascination, inspiration,

opportunity, community, generosity, be what you want to be;

isolation, repulsion, contamination,

arrogance, decadence, inertia… I try to shake it all off, be me.

Work to be done, where to start?

and if begun, where will I end up?

Much as I love this liminal, I dread

getting stuck neither here nor there.

So I seek the land beneath me and all around

for a sign saying HERE!

Land, lay foundation, build your home,

grow the garden of your dreams

so that you may fall asleep inside or out,

open and close the gates at will.

I'm back, and will be posting regularly again.

Estoy de vuelta, y estaré escribiendo regularmente de nuevo.

Viendo todo por lentes

de repente te sientes distante

distanciado filtrado diferenciado

relegado a un lado apartado de la vida

al costado de la costa cuando

la acción acciona en alta mar

por eso

por telescopio

te proyectas

andando, nadando

por una ruta imaginaria

para que te lleve desde donde estés (eso ni sabes)

hasta allá donde te ves

empapado por las olas,

el va y viene

de aquí y ahora

¿te mojarás?

I'm going to be taking an extended break from this blog, probably about 2 months long, since I'm directing a feature length documentary in Bolivia... check the project out!

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www.spectacularmovements.com


Voy a tomar un break de este blog, probablemente algo así como 2 meses, ya que estoy dirigiendo un largo documental en Bolivia... chequéa el proyecto!

www.spectacularmovements.com/espanol.html

No es que no hay suficiente (y la verdad es que no hay
para muchos).
Es que todo está tan abundante para tantos…
y los que tenemos no sabemos que hacer con ello.
El problema no es que estamos insensibles (y lo somos)
Es que sentimos demasiado
demasiado fuerte
sensaciones como explosiones en la consciencia
experiencias que interrumpen sapiencia

Most streets are one way
here in Buenos Aires,
and in many other places, besides.
Bike on whichever side
but you can't go back the way you came,
there and back are never the same

It's been a while since I've posted, since I've been out in the mountains and jungles of Bolivia... I'm back in regular communication, and will be posting every 10 days again. Here's a vid from my travels - watch it in HD if you can.