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Sun Dec 5, 2004, 6:36 PM
Thank you, Danke, Grazie, Gracias y demas...

Thanks for all the kind comments, the time, the visits, the thoughts...
For all those who stopped and left a piece of their mind, for those who stopped and looked and for those who left...and for those who might come and lend a quick glance :)

(ok..back to work..ora labora, it never ends, does it?)

Exclude all elements in what we do, we will be masters in being mediocre. Yet, put the personal in the daily, and our voice becomes prophetic.

P.A. (after many hours of being underslept and overcaffenaited, this is what comes out...)
"Art", Berger says, "can repair no loss, but it defies the space which separate us..."



I like his thoughts.
Ok! back to reading
A good friend of mine passed me along this song, that believe it or not, I had never heard before. Last night, I heard it again. This time on the radio. It doesn't say anything I hadn't heard before. Still, sometimes it's good to bring fresh air to old clothes. Sometimes...It gets easy to forget how to wear them.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '(who cares? make it your own)
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You're not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don't waste your time on jealousy;sometimes you're ahead,sometimes you're behind…the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children,maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever
own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…
I ask, what above all?

It might be a multi-layered question or a simple one that has more than one answer, no right or wrong answer.

....


However, so far, it's been hard to argue with Shakespeare's response: "...to thy own self be true".
I read this a long time ago, it was refreshing to re-visit it again; thus I share:

"And what about art? Mistrusted, adored, pietized, condemned, dismissed as entertainment, auctioned at Sotheby's, purchased by investment-seeking celebrities, it dies into the "art object" of a thousand museum basements. It's also reborn hourly in prisons, women's shelters, small-town garages, community college workshops, halfway houses--wherever someone picks up a pencil, a wood-burning tool, a copy of "The Tempest," a tag-sale camera, a whittling knife, a stick of charcoal, a pawnshop horn, a video of "Citizen Kane," whatever lets you know again that this deeply instinctual yet self-conscious expressive language, this regenerative process, could help you save your life. "If there were no poetry on any day in the world," the poet Muriel Rukeyser wrote, "poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger." "

-- Adrienne Rich
Barry Lopez said it best, if you ever wonder what it is that we do what we do, why and how...just remember and build your resistance:

"We believe if we can say what many already know in such a way as to incite courage, if the image or the word or the act breaches the indifference by which people  survive, day to day enough will protest …

        It is the somnolence, the great deafness, that reveals our problems. It is illiteracy. It is an appetite for distraction, which has become a cornerstone of life in our nation. In distraction one encounters the deaf. In utter distraction, one discovers the refuge of illiteracy….

        We reject the assertion, promoted today by success-mongering bull terriers in business, in government, in religion, that humans are goal-seeking animals. We believe they are creatures in search of proportion in life, a pattern of grace. It is balance and beauty we believe people want, not triumph. The stories the earth's peoples adhere to with greatest faith—the dances that topple fearful walls; the ethereal performances of light, color, and music, the enduring musics themselves—are all well patterned. And these templates for the maintenance of vision, repeated continuously in wildly  different  idioms, from the eras of Lascaux and Shanidar to the days of the Prado and Butoh, these patterns from the artesian  wells of artistic impulse, do not require updating. They require only repetition. Repetition, because just as murder and infidelity are within us, so, too is forgetfulness. We forget what we want to mean."
It's recognition at first sight is it not?
What do you think?
Si no creyera en la locura
de la garganta del sinzontle,
si no creyera que en el monte
se esconde el trigo y la pavura...

Si no creyera en la balanza,
en la razón del equilibrio,
si no creyera en el delirio,
si no creyera en la esperanza...

Si no creyera en lo que agencio,
si no creyera en mi camino,
si no creyera en mi sonido,
si no creyera en mi silencio...

¿Qué cosa fuera, qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones,
un revoltijo de carne con madera,
un instrumento sin mejores resplandores
que lucecitas montadas para escena...
¿qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos,
un servidor de pasado en copa nueva,
un eternizador de dioses del ocaso,
júbilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela . . .
¿qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
¿qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?

Si no creyera en lo más duro,
si no creyera en el deseo,
si no creyera en lo que creo,
si no creyera en algo puro...

Si no creyera en cada herida,
si no creyera en lo que ronde,
si no creyera en lo que esconde
hacerse hermano de la vida...

Si no creyera en quien me escucha,
si no creyera en lo que duele,
si no creyera en lo que quede,
si no creyera en lo que lucha...

¿Qué cosa fuera, qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones,
un revoltijo de carne con madera,
un instrumento sin mejores resplandores
que lucecitas montadas para escena...
¿qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos,
un servidor de pasado en copa nueva,
un eternizador de dioses del ocaso,
júbilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela . . .
¿qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
¿qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
Creo en almas gemelas...y creo en la mia.
Para decidir si sigo poniendo esta sangre en tierra
este corazón que bate su parche, sol y tinieblas.
Para continuar caminando al sol por estos desiertos,
para recalcar que estoy vivo en medio de tantos muertos.

Para decidir para continuar, para recalcar y considerar
sólo me hace falta que estés aquí con tus ojos claros...
Ay, fogata de amor y guía, razón de vivir mi vida.

Para aligerar este duro peso de nuestros días,
esta soledad que llevamos todos, islas perdidas.
Para descartar esta sensación de perderlo todo,
para analizar por donde seguir y elegir el modo.

Para aligerar, para descartar, para analizar y considerar
sólo me hace falta que estés aquí con tus ojos claros...
Ay, fogata de amor y guía, razón de vivir mi vida.

Para combinar lo bello y la luz sin perder distancia.
Para estar con vos sin perder el ángel de la nostalgia.
Para descubrir que la vida va sin pedirnos nada
y considerar que todo es hermoso y no cuesta nada.

Para combinar, para estar con vos,
para descubrir y considerar
sólo me hace falta que estés aquí con tus ojos claros...
Ay, fogata de amor y guía, razón de vivir mi vida.
"Quién dijo que todo está perdido
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Tanta sangre que se llevó el río
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón

No será tan fácil, ya sé que pasa
No será tan simple como pensaba
Como abrir el pecho y sacar el alma
Una cuchillada del amor

Luna de los pobres siempre abierta
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi carazón
Como un documento inalterable
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi carazón
Y uniré las puntas de un mismo lazo

Y me iré tranquilo me iré despacio
Y te daré todo, y me darás algo
Algo que me alivie un poco más

Cuando mo haya nadie cerca o lejos
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi carazón
Cuando los satélites no acancen
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi carazón

Y hablo de países y de esperanza
Hablo por la vida, hablo por la nada
Hablo de cambiar ésta, nuestra casa
De cambiar por cambiarla no más

Quién dijo que todo está perdido
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi carazón..."
Tener al diablo en el cuerpo y a Dios en el corazon?
Solo hay una clase: Emocional.
La fisica...no existe.
De el laberinto se sale, pero primero hay que perderse...
Que el Amor no admite cuerdas reflexiones...
veamos pues:

Señora: El amor es violento,
y cuando nos transfigura,
nos enciende el pensamiento
la locura.

No pidas paz a mis abrazos,
que a los tuyos tienen presos;
son de guerra mis abrazos
y de incendio mis besos;
y seria vano intento
el tornar mi mente obscura,
si me enciende el pensamiento
la locura...