Thursday, January 15, 2009

Poems, in Spanish

I think I'll keep working on the second one, "El caballero callado," but I'm pleased with the simple relationship between desire, banknotes, and a body in the first. For those in need of an inadequate translation, try this.

A la cajera, Sara Fomby

Por favor
Dame los pesos míos
Dame los besos tuyos

Tu apellido...
!Qué raro!

Por favor
Dame mi dinero
Dame tu cuerpo



El caballero callado


Te llamas Thomas
Todo lo que eres es caballero
Caballero callado
Mente aguda
Cara de acne

Hablas con las chicas que te respetan, y, quizás, te admiran también
Pero, me temo que a ti no te den sus amores

Lo siento mucho, Thomas

Caballero callado
Mente aguda
Cara de acne

Monday, December 1, 2008

Random complaint of the week

Why are Pitchfork's search functions so terrible? Can someone stop trying to be so smart over there and start making the site a bit more navigable, please? And why do I still check out Pitchfork nearly every single day? Maybe that's the real question, my friends!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

questions and observations involving sierra mist, etc.

- who in the world would ever claim sierra mist to be their favorite pop?

- over the recent holiday season, while in an airport, i overhead an older, filipino-american doctor talking to a couple of american businessman about his granddaughter. "she has such an amazing outgoing personality," he said, "so friendly, always smiling, and she can talk to just about anyone about anything, too! oh, what a personality she has! really, it's like that of a hooker!"

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

new music blog

THE HOP

<--the parliaments feat. george clinton

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Hey, you! No peeing in the lake!



Originally uploaded by rswells.
up at summer camp. wet hot.

Sunday, July 9, 2006

all the photos

i'm in kansas.
i'm about halfway through uploading the fotos from my recent trip to mexico and brasil.
i leave for camp in minnesota on wednesday.

i still don't know how to feel about zidane's vicious headbutt.

Friday, June 2, 2006

excerpts from most recent conversation with bríjido the taco man

(upon my arrival)
b-it´s a miracle! i thought you´d gone away and left us for good!
r-no. i just went to eat elsewhere for a few days.

b-seems to me you´ve traveled to many places.
r-yeah, i guess so.
b-have you been to spain?
r-yes.
b-france?
r-yes.
b-england?
r-yes?
b-germany?
r-yes.
b-austria?
r-no.
b-portugal?
r-no, i´ve never been to portugal.
b-do you know where portugal is?
r-yes, i know where portugal is.
b-it´s just next to spain. a small country.

b-have you ever been to lebanon?
r-no.
b-saudi arabia?
r-no.
b-egypt?
r-no, i´ve never been to the middle east.
b-those are arabic countries...israel?
r-no.
b-now let´s go through the african countries!
r-but i´ve never been to africa.
b-algeria?
r-no.
b-ethiopia?
r-no.
b-the congo, angola, senegal?
r-no, i told you already. i´ve never been to africa.
b-somalia?

r-and if you could travel to one country, bríjido, which one would it be?
b-all of europe and asia.
r-no, one country.
b-just one?
r-just one.
b-denmark!!!
r-denmark? why denmark?
b-because the most beautiful women in the world come from there.
r-from denmark?
b-of course!
r-and how do you know that?
b-because they´ve come by here, they´ve eaten tacos here before. one with blue eyes, the other green. and long hair that went all the way down their backs. whooo! they were here in 2093.
r-2093? you met them in the future?
b-no, i messed up. i meant to say 1993. they came with their men, too. as tall as the fucking ceiling, i tell you.

(at this point bríjido walks away from me and quietly cuts up tortillas for a few minutes. he then groups the small tortilla bits in his old hands, walks outside, and gently drops them on the ground. he´s feeding the pigeons.)

(as i´m getting ready to leave)
b-where are your papers? you´ve got to have your papers on you!
r-i´ve got my little notebook here. just with random thoughts and notes.
b-let me see. ah, it´s in english, huh?
r-yep.
b-hmm...all i see are spiders.
r-well, here´s my driver´s liscense.
b-aha...says here that $50,000 goes to whoever turns in this young man, wanted for stealing women and eating without paying!

b-what was your name again? andrés, right?
r-no, it´s robert. like roberto, but without the o. where´s andres come from?
b-oh, that´s the name of my daughter´s boyfriend. she lives in tennessee. she studies dinosaur bones.
 
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