si vas ó ribeiro, ó ribeiro do avía, si vas ó ribeiro vai por ribadavia

July 14, 2005 on 6:37 am | In photo | 1 Comment





que hai unha rapaza que dá gusto vela, que da xenio vela, dá xenio mirala

my dearest little pretties, all is well. here in galicia, where foodsloth articchoke and I are galiciatrotting unstoppably. from the tacky to the alternate to the subalternate, we are breathing the air with vigorous rapacity. porque así es la poesía, no es vivir sino [insert tacky metaphor] entre piedra y mar, y eso, la sangre [bla bla bla] etc…

on saturday I will be in sevilla at night. on sunday I shall have free and unlimited access to the internets.

love
joaquin

the pain of rain falls mainly on the plains

July 8, 2005 on 7:02 pm | In photo | No Comments
I thought that rather than blathering on for several minutes, I would insert these images instead. enjoy! joaquin

donkey do morrazo



¿cabe el hombre en cabo home?

up and down´s syndrome


row after row of heathrow


70´s disco toilet

monte do facho, macho

self-portrait, polarized and in wheat

plopped across the puddle

July 5, 2005 on 5:24 pm | In Uncategorized | No Comments

in case any of you ever worry about me (judging by the massive amounts of email I get…), I have made it safely. to Vigo. here I am after two flights–a fluctuating temperature transatlantic with britishair, a four-hour wait in LHR, and an iberia flight to santiago that I have no recollection of. a bus then whisked me to vigo amongst the constant banter of a cute little girl with down´s syndrome, [re]created here:

girl: mom, why is there a cross on the window?
mom: that which you think is a cross is not a real cross. it means “no smoking.”
girl: so what happens if you smoke?
mom: well, then you have to get off the bus?
girl: all by my little self?
mom: well yes, unless someone got off with you…
girl: I suppose I would have to cry then, no?
mom: if you wish to…

several dozen pine and eucalyptus forests later, I was seeing the shores of vigo´s estuary.

now I am here, again, as I was before, and as I hope to be again.

trying to stay awake until midnightish, combat jetlag and bad memories of sweating, smelling unpleasantly, flying, not sleeping, not dreaming…….

y´all take care now, ya hear?

jb and the hair bear bunch

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