Man Man - Van Helsing Boombox only time will tell...
What I'm doing this morning.
Drinking Mate, watching Newcastle United v. Stoke City and being generally bored. What an exciting life I live.
Loudon Wainwright III - Glad to See You’ve...
Not that anyone cares or it matters much to anyone but myself, but I think I’m officially ready to end my unofficial hiatus from taking photographs. I miss it far too much. Expect photographs soon.
Quisiera vivir en medio de este esplendor de fuerza, sol y poesía. Pero tal vez...– from Medellin, a solas contingo by Gonzalo Arango I would like to live in the middle of this force of splendor, sun and poetry. However maybe no. This unchained violence ends in killing me, its too inhuman. My soul loves poverty too, the aridness, and the rocks. My good fortune dies in the...
Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
Aspiro a ser como escritor el Arquitecto de la Destruccion. Instalado en mi...– from Manifesto Nadaista al Homo Sapien by Gonzalo Arango “I aspire as a writer to be the architect of the destruction. Installed in my throne to plan the chaos, the rapture of order, imminent despair, total annihilation and the triumph of despair”
Small Hours of the Night
When you know I’m dead don’t say my name because then death and peace would have to wait. Your voice, the bell of your five senses, would form the thin beam of light my mist would be looking for. When you know I’m dead, say other words. Say flower, bee, teardrop, bread, storm. Don’t let your lips find my eleven letters. I’m sleepy, I’ve loved,...
Etching of a Line of Trees on a Hill Above...
fuckyeahpoetry: I carved out the careful absence of a hill and a hill grew. I cut away the fabric of the trees and the trees stood shivering in the darkness. When I had burned off the last syllables of wind, a fresh wind rose and lingered. But because I could not bring myself to remove you from that hill, you are no longer there. How wonderful it is that neither of us managed to...
Si muero te invito al sol alma mía y no olvides llevar tu cuerpo ...– Poema tristísimo by Gonzalo Arango
Paul Simon - I Know What I Know I’ve...
I have officially returned from the land of Steeler gold and the word Yinz.
I just tried to go through all the tumblr posts i missed since i’ve been gone (i’m still gone technically) but yeah thats not happening. So many of them.