Last Great American Whale

They say he didn't have an enemy
His was a greatness to behold
He was the last surviving progeny
The last one on this side of the world

He measured half a mile from tip to tail
Silver and black with powerful fins
They say he could split a mountain in two
That's how we got the Grand Canyon

Last Great American Whale
Last Great American Whale
Last Great American Whale
Last Great American Whale

Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes
Some say they saw him off the coast of Florida
My mother said she saw him in Chinatown
But you can't always trust your mother

Off the Carolinas the sun shines brightly in the day
The lighthouse glows ghostly there at night
The chief of a local tribe
Had killed a racist mayor's son
And he'd been on death row since 1958

The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig
Spit on Indians and lots worse
The old chief buried a hatchet in his head
Life compared to death for him seemed worse

The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing
And tried to conjure up a storm or rain
The harbor parted
and the great whale sprang full up
And caused a huge tidal wave

The wave crushed the jail and freed the chief
The tribe let out a roar
The whites were drowned
The browns and reds set free
But sadly one thing more

Some local yokel member of the NRA
Kept a bazooka in his living room
And thinking he had the chief in his sight
Blew the whale's brains out
with a lead harpoon

Last Great American Whale
Last Great American Whale
Last Great American Whale
Last Great American Whale

Well Americans don't care for much of anything
Land and water the least
And animal life is low on the totem pole
with human life not worth more
Than infected yeast

Americans don't care too much for beauty
They'll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream
They'll watch dead rats wash up on the beach
and complain if they can't swim

They say things are done for the majority
Don't believe half of what you see,
And none of what you hear
It's a lot like what my painter friend Donald said to me
"Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over,
They're done

Lou Reed (New York-Album)

A revolução do Ano

Algo se perdeu entre Cairo e Aleppo. Como seguir adiante se você não sabe como chegou lá? Um outro olhar sobre a Primavera Árabe e sobre os jovens por trás dela.

Festival do Rio

Tastequiet

Tastequiet

Según los científicos el presente es una ilusión

Según los científicos el presente es una ilusión.
Nada es tan estable como para considerarse "presente".
En este momento la luz de nuestras pantallas tarda
una pequeña fracción de segundo en llegar a nosotros.
Todo llega a nuestra percepción con un pequeño retraso.
Entonces todo ocurre en el pasado.
El presente no existe.
Lo mas cercano al presente es lo que ocurre en nuestra mente,
y aún así existe una demora entre el pensamiento y la conciencia.
entre el sentir y el razonar.
Lo único que podemos hacer es tratar de aprovechar
el pasado más próximo
viviendo con más intensidad, pretensión y anhelo
de convertir cada instante en algo maravilloso.
Pero ¿de qué manera? ¿Cuál es el propósito? ¿Qué es desperdiciar el tiempo?
¿Cuál es nuestra misión en la tierra que justificaría nuestra existencia?
Las piedras se ríen de nosotros.

Antolín

esquina

havia um rumor silencioso
no abrupto do dia
diâmetros, diagonais, diários cansados
relatos são por demasiado exatos
não me interessam!
busco a esquina das palavras
lá onde o absurdo abisma o mundo
a noite
o precipício
e o princípio de tudo

Salvador Passos

es muy tarde y escribo poesía

es muy tarde y escribo poesía
no como un joven si no como un viejo poeta,
ancestral, de mil años.
ya no robo cosas de traducciones automáticas de google.
ahora ahondo en la profundidad de mi ser
buscando conceptos substanciales.
por ejemplo: seguro que hay sol mañana.
apuesto a que hay sol mañana.
pase lo que pase seguro que hay sol mañana.
sólo estoy a un día de distancia.

Antolín

Años luz

Empiezo por la más obvia: ¿qué es poesía?
En teoría, la única ciencia que se ocupa del problema

Vicente Luy