waiting

the sun fires outside
men do not talk at this hour
rest dusty
and maybe dreaming

oily boiling light
yellow white
grass hot air

shadows cut the street
cars like colored stones
the old hat woman
talks to the chicken

the only

here
standing
and
waiting

the red flag has no breeze
the Party is in siesta
with some red wine
caramelita

fan zealot
to move the air
propelling
colonial engine
and the cat
there
sleeping calm, no dreams, feline

is earth heat
that
fuels the fools
in Holy Land

i think
with the fly
crazy green with no way out
crossing Descartes charts
with speed and turns
buzzing

smoke, cigarette
hear in the distance the lorry flipfloping behind the road trees
traffic
usura up up in the road

A las cinco de la tarde
we, now, have to think
'cause the world is like a bull
cutting blood and flesh
killing

above,
the Sol
furnace jet
vibrating

flames of gold liquidity
solid virile
stir
the

waiting

Zipf productions

A BATTLE

wait stand strike
feel
wait
the salt sea waves us

we wait
closer
closer

then
Hell and Noise and Thunder
zip bullets fly
wood explodes
some blood now

twist and shout
more blood and flesh burnt black smoke
Howl

Louder!
Starboard!

falling
apart
if
it
never ends

breast
thy
musk
silk, Jo.

Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
and
from the intolerant,
Move among the lovers of perfection alone.

guess every man has his inner battle...
something in between life and death..., said the father.
I only see life...pa. Said the son.

Another cigarette.
The stars above.
Night clean.

-Ye you are right, son. At the very inside of all this...is...the will of life...immense.
The son smiled, eyes blue.
-It's simple pa, it's everydays life...even our dreams of what gonna be...they're today's life...see what i mean? Life is now!-. He almost shouted nervously, the son.

Dogs bark
Baker Street
3:17
night
Mahler
Das Lied von der Erde
daddy you're a fool to cry
1st degree logic
Godel at the boundaries
we goota do some LISP thinkin', Watson, some Quine thinkin'
his long, thin fingers waving over rubi light colors...
Yes, Lock, we must have to do some...thinking.

and the war?
it's victory, sire...your victory.

maybe so
for the time being
playing

Turner
Pound
and
Zipf
one hell of a bunch

Burning....

burnin'
some
of the
few

fire
metal
sand
water
salt

turner painting

Oops!

Oops!
out of line
i guess

not in the beat of time

collateral
damage

ALEPH

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

Never

never

never

Play

without this card

music by Bob Dylan

CANAAN

Wind
came

whistle
blow
thunder
.
once
Jesus
passed
by


and the Water
was
Wine

painting by Jean-Germain Drouais

DEATH

After
This
and
That

Maybe there is
an island
where
we
may
rest in Peace

Bocklin painting

The House of Rising Sun

Too many words
do
not
grab
time

There
is
the
Silence

painting by J. L. Gérome

MOTHER

No
you have
Not
these eyes

No.
Why?

Me
Stray goin'
in the cold
night
?
Why?

i just don't care anymore.
Sorry mamma...

Another Place

Another Time

Geo
metrics
of
intelligence
light
space

sol lewitt...

In Girum Imus Nocte Et Consumimur Igni

Again
and
Again
and
Again