Monday, July 25, 2011

Thursday, July 14, 2011


I am Theophrastus, and greater than those to whom you liken me; I am Theophrastus, and in addition I am monarcha medicorum and I can prove to you what you cannot prove...I need not don a coat of mail or a buckler against you, for you are not learned or experienced enough to refute even a word of mine...As for you, you can defend your kingdom with belly-crawling and flattery. How long do you think this will last?...Let me tell you this: every little hair on my neck knows more than you and all your scribes, and my shoe buckles are more learned than your Galen and Avicenna, and my beard has more experience than all your high colleges.
— Paracelsus

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


someone's got to do what's right

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Tiendo hacia las lenguas secretas, dominado por sintagmas oscuros. Con un alfabeto impío encadeno la ficción del alma propia, la decapito con el filo de la prisca sapientia.

que ni me pertenece, ni conozco, ni tengo derecho a tocar.

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Prone to secret languages, mastered by dark sintagma. With an impious alphabet I chain the fiction of the own soul, I behead it with the prisca sapientia's edge.

that neither is my own, nor I know, nor I have the right to touch.

Sunday, June 26, 2011





I killed the sun,
Said the pigtailed girl
As the mother whored her husband’s ashes
For the comfort of this
Last pack of wolves.

He rides this blizzard
Along words spoken in vain

As
One
Might
Try
And
Defy
Reality

One has to admit too
That he’s been made to
Chase after the marrow
within this sick land’s bones

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He matado el sol,
Dijo la niña de las coletas,
mientras su madre prostituía las cenizas de su marido
a cambio de
la comodidad de esta
última jauría de lobos.

Cabalga esta tormenta de nieve
A lo largo de palabras en vano

Así 
Como 
Uno
Puede
Tratar de
Desafiar
La realidad

Uno tiene también que admitir,
que ha sido obligado a 
perseguir la médula
en los huesos de esta tierra enferma.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Saltar al vacío, con ganas, confiando en que la fuerza de la gravedad no funcione el 100% de las veces.
Abrazar la estupidez reducida a concepto añejo, a anécdota no memorable.
Caminar, apoyarse contra tuberías encalladas en la pared, como si esto no fuera nada, 
como si bajo la calma no ardieran los océanos.
como si no estuviera tensando cada músculo
para no dejar escapar ni el más mínimo indicio de verdad.

hay
que admirar
la resistencia inefable
que presenta
la carne
a doblegarse
ante la indiscutible
soledad.

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Jump into the void, willful, trusting that gravity doesn't work 100% of the time.
Embrace stupidity reduced to antique concept, a non-memorable anecdote
Walk, lean on pipes shipwrecked in walls, as if it were nothing,
as if underneath the calm oceans weren't burning,
as if I weren't tensing every muscle
in order to let no hint of truth seep out.

it must be admired,
the ineffable resistance
shown by
the flesh
to yield to
this undeniable
solitude. 

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Ungido por monos con sangre de oso, Chacal, el puño desnudo del Arcángel te golpea, a ti, a mi, Asterión que ha tornado en frágil disfraz de carne, Minos solloza, Medea regocijada en la carne humeante de perros humanos con pedigrí.

Mi casa danza sobre patas de pájaro.

Friday, May 6, 2011