The Beat Book - Anne Waldman

I feel like an old mangy bull
crashing through the red rag
of an alcoholic day
Yet it's all so beautiful
isn't it?
How perfect the entire system of things
The human body
all in proportion to its form
Nothing useless
Truly as though a god had indeed warranted it so
And the sun for day the moon for night
And the grass the cow the milk
That we all in time die
You'd think there would be chaos
the futility of it all
But children are born
oft times the spitting images of us
And the inequities
millions doled one
nilch for another
both in the same leaky lifeboat
I've no religion
and I'd as soon worship Hermes
And there is no tomorrow
there's only right here and now
you and whoemever you're with
alive as always
and ever ignorant of that death you'll never know
And all's well that is done
A Hellene happiness pervades the peace
and the gift keeps on coming...
a work begun splendidly done
To see people aware & kind
at ease and contain'd of wonder
like the dreams of the blind
The heavens speak through our lips
All's caught what could not be found
All's brought what was left behind

-Gregory Corso and the perfection of things

Los Perros Románticos - Roberto Bolaño

Lupe le quería chupar el corazón a Bolaño

Y yo levanté la vista de mi libro 

Y vi en el reflejo que tenía el flequillo partido al medio. 

Hace calor acá en el subte. 

Quiero verte. 

Extraño las cervezas interminables en el casino 

El mareo y el chocolate caliente que me vendían sonriendo al cerrar el bar 

Día, noche, y día de nuevo en un solo día. 

Ojalá te vuelva a ver. 

Y como Lupe 

Chuparte el corazón

Los Detectives Salvajes - Roberto Bolaño

Dedicatoria para Patrick, escrita en el libro. Los Detectives Salvajes, de Roberto Bolaño. La versión traducida al inglés por Natasha Wimmer.

-My friends gave me this book as a present on the last birthday I spent in Buenos Aires. Cele picked it for me. Later that September I was having coffee and reading it on a table by the side-walk enjoying one of the first warm nights of the year. A message fell on the table from a balcony above me. It read "I also want to be a visceral realist".-

Chicos - Sergio Bizzio

Cuando el amor es estar muerto por dentro.
Un vacío sólo lleno de belleza etérea pero densa.
Gracias Bizzio

Chicos - Sergio Bizzio

Chicos - Sergio Bizzio

Road Movies - Lee Ranaldo

y así se hicieron las 3 de la mañana, hablando de arte, de los amigos y del mundo enorme, y dijiste, que hacer música no es un talento inherente a nadie, por lo tanto nadie está privado de hacerlo, solo hay que tratar, y fuiste tan genial, riéndote, y en silencio, y verborrágico como te ponen las cervezas, y lo que sea que hayas tomado antes de verme que hizo que tus besos tengan sabor a adolescencia subterránea.

Sí, soy poeta.

Sí, tenemos suerte.

Sí, viajaré con vos este verano.

and so it was 3 in the morning, talking about art, and friends, and the huge world, and you said that to make music is not an inherent talent, therefore no one is deprived of doing it, you just have to try, and you were so great, laughing, and in silence, and verbose as you usually become after a few beers, and whatever it was that you were drinking before seeing me, which made your kisses taste like subterranean adolescence. 

Yes, I am a poet.

Yes, we are lucky.

Yes, I will travel with you this summer.