Crónicas Celtas: Sean-Nós

One summer night in James Lynch’s crypt two feet flew o’er his plaque. On the cold stone they stamped and slipped and Jamie knocked back! – Yeah-hey-ho, yeah-ho-hee! The concertina and Sir James Lynch come to dance with me. Letra: improvisación por CTV El Sean-Nós (“old style”) es el tipo de danza irlandesa más tradicional. A diferencia del “new style”, …

Inertia of a stethoscope swinging from an almond tree

Old Works (06-2012) The white of this place always hurts. The floor is white, the ceiling, the doors. White-sheet-ghosts wander all along the corridor, looking really busy – but I know they really aren’t. I myself am dressed in white, which would be unusual if I weren’t here – a white that confuses non-white-dressed people, and spurs them to ask …

To All My Valentines

Dear “boys who have ever loved me” Dear “boys I have ever loved” Dear “couple of girls, too” Dear “smashed cactus” Dear Alexander Pope: Have you ever seen a pumping human heart? Have you put a single finger on it? Do you know how it feels? (That is the Greatest Taboo) Shhhhhhhh. I love you. Don’t get deceived by my …

Beyond Anatomy – Lesson 1

Do you know those porcelain cheek girls?   Maybe once I was one of them, but they’ve never had the guts to excuse themselves by saying, “Don’t take it personally, but you are such a tedious specimen,” without twisting at least twice their tongues.   And let them know just because I am not omnipotent I’m not remaining that forlorn: …

Jenny Holzer and I

I found her on a bench in Venice. This one, I think.  I touched the marble and read these words twice. And I knew somebody, somewhere, had thought about my vital situation in that right moment and had carved every letter. I WAS the particular person ALL THAT was written for. I was anyone. I’ve been trying… trying to cut …