domingo, 20 de enero de 2008

POPEIRA

CURSES, INVOCATIONS. PASEO POR VENICE BEACH

JIM MORRISON-CURSES, INVOCATIONS

Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise.
Large buxom obese queens
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustfull fuck salesman
My militant dandies
All strange order of monsters
We welcome you to our procession.

Here come the Comedians
Look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile.
Look al them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone.
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks.
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so.
I’ll always be a word man
Better than a bird man.

viernes, 11 de enero de 2008

jueves, 10 de enero de 2008

AMIZADE

ALEISTER CROWLEY- At Sea

As night hath stars, more rare than ships
In ocean, faint from pole to pole,
So all the wonder of her lips
Hints her innavigable soul.

Such lights she gives as guide my bark;
But I am swallowed in the swell
Of her heart's ocean, sagely dark,
That holds my heaven and holds my hell.

In her I live, a mote minute
Dancing a moment in the sun:
In her I die, a sterile shoot
Of nightshade in oblivion.

In her my elf dissolves, a grain
Of salt cast careless in the sea;
My passion purifies my pain
To peace past personality.

Love of my life, God grant the years
Confirm the chrism - rose to rood!
Anointing loves, asperging tears
In sanctifying solitude!

Man is so infinitely small
In all these stars, determinate.
Maker and moulder of them all,
Man is so infinitely great!