Lennon was right!

The great masters of rebellion

Amazing covenant but after them

Everything becomes profitable

step by step - inch by inch - easily:

Lennon was right: The Dream "was" over.

Jim Morrison



Jimi Hendrix



Janis Joplin



The Beatles



The Who



The Rolling Stones



Other masters of rebellion
Showed up later amazingly
But sheep were dreaming
But dreams were anchored
By lucrative covenants – easily:

So, the Dreams "still are" over.

Vaginolatry

Flanked and held up
by two columns
The door is there

Amazingly alluring
Yet, there isn’t a face
Neither a behind… So,

It’s a sensuous provocation
An uncertainty principle
Where hell and heaven
Were made-up of the same
Flesh and bones: a body…

Despite such a cozy menace
There is no choice but to risk.

...Amazingly alluring...

Aftermath of 911: A review.

There was a time in which ideas were unearthed,

Longings were shaped,

Consensus was built,

And dreams were born:

A whole generation was on… and on… However,

At the same time check points were raised,

Comfort was proselytized,

Rebellion was cashed in,

And  freedom was turned into a statue.

A whole population became qualified viewers. Moreover,

At the end, future is just a stock,

Flesh and bones are just kidnapped...

Meanwhile, life is just another breath in the wind.

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¡Leer es un acto de libertad!

Más aún, es manifiesto

Que, con frecuencia,

Sorprende a sí mismo

Entre los destinatarios.

Reading is an act of freedom!

Famous motif: The beginning of Beethoven's 5th Symphony

Even more, it’s a manifest
That, quite frequently,
Catches our very own self
Among the addressees.

And then, the first theme that follows the above... be aware of the same motif everywhere

Anhelos Persistentes

Anhelo Persistente II

Mientras haya zurcidos

Para bocas deseosas,

Mientras se tipifique

A quienes dicen no,

Mientras haya arrogancias

Inventando privilegios,

Mientras existan dioses

Inventando franquicias,

Mientras haya algún mientras…

Habrá indagaciones

Que del horizonte

Y del firmamento

Saquen la mejor resultante.

***

Anhelo Persistente I

No importa el tiempo
No importa la época
Los sueños perseveran
Como herencias orgánicas
Hasta su cumplimiento.

Hitler's Raven

Is there any poetry after a holocaust?
Yes, there is! What get’s hooked on a fiasco is Humanness 
Humanness
Humanness
which exposed since creationism, acts!
Is there any poetry after a holocaust…? 
The answer is plain… Yes, but it hurts!

El Aliento de Einstein

¿Hay poesía después de Hiroshima…?

La poesía sobrevive…

Lo que se lía en una pesadilla es la Inocencia

Inocencia

Inocencia… el albedrío ya no es pueril… nunca más.

¿Hay poesía después de Hiroshima…?

La respuesta es contundente… ¡Por supuesto!

***

La adultez ahora está aquí

La adultez

La adultez permanece ergida

Para ser culpada.

***

De regreso al poema en Inglés

El Ojo del Observador

Déjame beber tu belleza
sorbo a sorbo
mientras degustamos
esta transparencia.

Déjame beber tu belleza
sorbo a sorbo
mientras compartimos
lo que nos da diferencia.

Déjame beber tu belleza
sorbo a sorbo
y mostrarte que la belleza
no es sinónimo de evolución.

No hay ecuación, terrestre,
ni elemental ni compleja,
que invente alguna igualdad
para belleza y evolución.

No obstante, déjame beber
tu belleza, sorbo a sorbo
y mostrarte que el amor
más que ciego es visceral.

Hemisferios

Hemisferios: dos.

De este lado, el indagador, deshuesando
Un asunto con herramientas de herrero;
Y del otro, el escrutador, hostigando su presa
con recursos que no ocultan su descaro.

Sí, dos: trueque indistinguible… una esfera.
De este lado, semeja “un…” estado mental;
Y del otro, semeja “el…” estado mental”.
Cuán lejos, de la verdad como de Dios,
Están los unos, los otros… ¡Sí, dos, otra vez!

De este lado, el paradigma (???¡¡¡) de la razón;
Y del otro, el arquetipo (¡¡¡???) de la fe…
Hemisferios: dos. Esfera. Ser humano.

The Inaccurate Linkage

The lady,
-Without any gesture–
Remained upright
Assuming anything else! Suddenly,
Without any doubt
The other gender was plummeting,
Tasting the chasm,
As a bird that knows
A lot about pits.

However, such a farce, failed!
The woman stood straight
Facing such finale, which was unable
Of decoding her riddle.

The Overturned Stepladder

There is a time in which
control is nicely voguish!

There was a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&ideas were influential weapons.
There was a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&ideas were terrific means for freedom.
There was a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&freedom was chiefly a concept from awareness.
And humans believed
&&&&&&&&&&&it was time to be friendly and brotherly,
&&&&&&&&&&&therefore, alike.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

There is a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&ideas are not weapons anymore.
There is a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&our ideas are not terrific any longer.
There is a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&Media is just everyone’s appraisal.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

There is a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&life is just overwhelmingly comfortable.
There is a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&everyone looks so enjoyably perfect
&&&&&&&&&&&that seems to be the ultimate evolution.
There is a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&we are seated just before
&&&&&&&&&&&a perfectly and overwhelmingly
&&&&&&&&&&&hygienic silver screen.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

There was a time in which
&&&&&&&&&&&Landscapes used to be human: not walls!

The Message

"In Brueghel's Icarus for instance:
how everything turns away / Quite
leisurely from the disaster;..."
Musee des Beaux Arts (Big Image)
W. H. Auden

Your meticulous fall was spotless
And your endless achievement arrives
From the very past, as clean light
That brightens our gloomy presents.

Stand up, Icarus. And show us the way,
Teach us your intrepid lecture which

Surpasses your failure and survives
To the judgment of the hardened elders.

Come on, Icarus, teach us your wisdom
And lighten our wished victory......

However, oh no, our young generation
Stays aloof, busy and intoxicated by
The comfortable and fussy placebos of
The 20th century schizoid amusement.

Judas Sweat

Fate is a notion,

By which we can assess,

People reliability;

Let me say it differently,

Destiny is a notion,

By which we can assess,

People dependability … ours!

***

The task was fastidiously designed,

What can I say?

The duty was intelligently designed.

***

In the beginning, a straightforward script,

In those days an amusing performance;

Everyone was in the hunt for a thrill.

***

Fact and prophesy

Are no longer distinguishable

And it turns out to be merely interchangeable:

A permutation becomes combination.

***

Judas is dead, extras are aged

And grown-ups are richer… but now

I'm neither Cain nor Caiaphas,

I'm neither Moses nor Abraham,

And so dear friends,

You just have to realize,

Not just the mission was there

But always has been…

***

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Addendum

***

It is said that ID apologists

Are just direct descendants

Of a lineage of outstanding performers

Since Cain and Abel and through Judas and Caiaphas.

Joplin-Hendrix-Morrison’s Breath

Is there any poetry after the 60’s…?

Poetry survives…

What gets hooked on a nightmare is freedom

Freedom

Freedom... a massive avoidance of everything but thrills...

Is there any poetry after the 60’s …?

The answer is plain… Yes, there is!

***

Previous Elvis' Breath

Lennon’s Sweat

Rock & roll is a notion,

By which we can assess,

People establishment;

Let me rephrase it again,

Rock & roll is a notion,

By which we can assess,

People establishment… ours!

***

Despite being a non-believer

The fact is overwhelming

And that's certainty.

***

The dream was overturned,

What can I say?

The dream is overturned.

***

Yesterday, a daydream revolt,

Nowadays an amusing leisure

Everybody's looking for a thrill.

***

Merchandise and consumer

Are no longer distinguishable

Marx’s guess is now establishment.

***

Lennon is dead, groupies are aged

And grown-ups are rich… but now

I'm neither john nor paul,

I'm neither mike nor keith,

And so dear friends,

You just have to realize,

Not just the dream is over

But never was…

******

[Based on a song by Lennon himself: "God"]*

Elvis' Breath

Is there any poetry after Rock & Roll…?

Poetry survives…

What gets hooked on a nightmare is Business

Business

Business... a huge parasite of rebellion...

Is there any poetry after Rock & Roll …?

The answer is plain… Yes, there is!

***

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Breaths So Far (An Index)

1. Nietzsche’s Breath
2. Einstein's Breath
3. Darwin's Breath
4. Abraham's Breath
5. Leonardo's Breath
6. Galileo's Breath
7. Kafka's Breath
8. Marx's Breath
9. Elvis' Breath
10. Joplin-Hendrix-Morrison's Breath

Adornos’ Sweat

Setback or discovery?

Evidence or puzzlement?

***

I’m so sorry comrade Adorno,

After Auschwitz,

There’s Poetry yet: Survived!

***

But amusingly, what gets obsessed

Is a different kind of veiled fact

And its mammoth statement:

***

A cozy narrative

A snobbish self-esteem

A no name but: Religion.

***

I’m so sorry comrade Adorno,

After Auschwitz,

There’s Poetry & so on.

Kafka's Breath

Is there any poetry after Bizarreness …?

Poetry survives…

What gets hooked on a nightmare is Progress

Progress

Progress... an ongoing deed of our self-indulgent civilization...

Is there any poetry after Bizarreness…?

The answer is plain… Yes, there is!

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Previous Galileo's Breath

Marx's Breath

Is there any poetry after Money…?

Poetry survives…

What gets hooked on a nightmare is Capitalism

Capitalism

Capitalism... a ceaseless blunder of our narcissistic civilization...

Is there any poetry after Money…?

The answer is plain… Yes, there is!

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Previous Kafka's Breath