Namaste!

Namaste!
August 24, 2010 * Aguas Calientes * Machu Picchu * Peru * South America

poetry and the art of recklessness

"how sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self-defence to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad
after things that are not." *john keats, july 1818
let us riot in the unattainable!
poetry is when the animal bursts forth, inflamed.

*and dean young is spectacular to have written this essay in poets&writers magazine






Friday, January 15, 2010

calle azucena

as my great grandma geib would say,"well, i made it!"
she was inching towards 100 years old, so anywhere she arrived to was considered making it!
this is me, as real as it gets:
hours of travel, lost luggage, found luggage, hours of delays on the runway, new lost luggage...
it made it, grandma!
and, yes, this is the actually view from my window and balcony...namaste, mi casa en Otura.































3 comments:

  1. I want to visit Calle Azucena...dile a Annette y Jose, that someday I will arrive and say "I made it!"

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  2. the place looks lovely!!!! :)
    missin' you!!

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  3. vale vale, i will tell them!! xoxox miss you both!

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