love your city


stepp lightly
June 27, 2011, 11:47
Filed under: floetry


[born, barcelona/artist: ripo]

i cannot understand nor share these joys, though they are within my reach, for which thousands of others strive. on the other hand, what happens to me in my rare hours of joy, what for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd. and in fact, if the world is right, if this music of the cafés, these mass enjoyments and these americanised men who are pleased with so little are right, then i am wrong, i am crazy. i am in truth the Steppenwolf that i often call myself; the beast astray who finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him. – h. hesse, steppenwolf



godfrey’s cordial
June 20, 2011, 15:53
Filed under: floetry, moments

when you feel your heartbeat and i mean really feel it, mesmerized at how something could cha cha cha with you like that. understanding, accepting that there is absolutely nothing you can do but get entirely swept up in it, by it.

don’t destroy what you came to enjoy, says the quiksilver storefront.

be a tourist in your own city before you come to resent everything that tourism brings.

it’s funny styles all over. uniforms, not fashion statements, best to unbrand yourself. but with so many flavors, how can you resist? can’t help but wonder if it’s sticking out or fitting in that she’s after.

in berlin the men are coquettish, seeking to be chased after rather than to mimic the approach of the southerly males. the women there feel empowered,
i couldn’t help feeling unwanted.
in marseille & barcelona, par contre, they will not hesitate to hiss, whistle, growl, stare, follow. in harlem, they called me snowflake. always dancing with the devil.
one-two sidestep.

funny how much a series of numbers can matter so much.
i guess i could say the same about series of letters.

she’s going to open up her own place. it will be full of the finest books, records, teas, clothes, people and art from all corners of the earth. it will open at 15h or 16h or 17h so she can spend the day on the beach reading, or at the market seeking treasures, or in bed, seeking treasures. it will go deep into the night. indicas, sativas and all of their beautiful children. an in-house tailor that specializes in vintage clothing. an untouchable $800 leather-bound, gold-embossed collection of arabian nights. lolita in 80 languages.

one day you gonn’ overstand.

when your face hurts from smiling and your skin tingles from being caressed by the sun, how

do you

go

down from here
?