sweet home-made poisons

Rainbow House

Fri, 18 May 2012 19:15:15 -0500

Rainbow House

About.me

Mon, 07 May 2012 04:20:26 -0500

About.me

Gracias por esto, @sad_muffin

Sun, 06 May 2012 23:37:11 -0500

Gracias por esto, @sad_muffin

Emanuel Xavier Official Site

Fri, 04 May 2012 21:32:48 -0500

Emanuel Xavier Official Site

A simple poem, by Emanuel Xavier

Fri, 04 May 2012 21:29:54 -0500

I want you to continue writing
because I will not always be around

With lips that will never touch mine
read your poems out loud
so that the words are left engraved on the wall
make me feel your voice rush through me
like a breeze from Oyá

I want to hear about Puerto Rico
about sisters with names like La Bruja
about educating youth about AIDS
I want to hear about life in the Boogie Down Bronx
surviving on the Down Low
don’t leave out stories about men
you have loved and still love

I want you to write poems that you will never read
press hard on the paper so that the ink runs deep
hold the pen tight so that you control the details
prove to me that I inspire you
reveal yourself between the lines
hear my praise with each flicker of the candle
Write a poem for me

Do not choose a fresh page from a brand new journal
use paper that has been crumbled and tossed
thrown out by a spineless father only to be recycled
Save a tree for future poets to write under

Rewrite me into someone more attractive
stronger than life has made me
make me tough and sexy, aggressive like a tiger
stain the pages with cum, lube, the arousal you find
at the sight of naked boys, draw me sketches
bring the words to life with images
make me a man with this poem

Read it in front of the audience
with hidden messages just for me
be real and tell me why
I am only worth a haiku

Your epics are meant for others
I already know,
use red ink to match the blood from these wounds
with brutal honesty
let me die with your last sentence

Then resurrect me with rhyme
read from your gut
let me hear the wisdom of mi abuelo in your voice
let me find my father in you
remind me of all the men that left me broken promises

In your eyes I want to see a poem
when you bring me to tears
with painful memories
buried beneath your thick skin

Between teeth gapped like divas,
I want to hear quotes from books
I never read

Make me believe you want to be a poet

Make my heart break,
tell me why you could never love me
with just a few words
leave me lost and insecure
feel the admiration of others
bask in their desire
forget that I am there

Pound your fists in the air with passion
go off about politics, poverty, machismo and hate
scream poems that don’t give a fuck
about traditions, slamming or scores
save your whispers for those who make love to you

Write a poem for me that makes me want to puff a joint

A poem that loses control
unafraid to be vulnerable
for once just make me believe
it is all worth letting go
when the smoke clears
I will understand
the reason
I am just another face
in the crowd

I want you to continue writing
because I will not always be around

"prove to me that I inspire you reveal yourself between the lines hear my praise with each flicker..."

Fri, 04 May 2012 21:25:49 -0500

“prove to me that I inspire you
reveal yourself between the lines
hear my praise with each flicker of the candle
Write a poem for me”

- Emanuel Xavier

The Death Of Art, by Emanuel Xavier

Fri, 04 May 2012 21:18:03 -0500

“Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you” - critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam poetry “the death of art”

I am not a poet. I want to be rich and buy things for my family.

Besides, I am sort of popular and can honestly say I’ve had a great sex life.

I am not a poet. Georgia O’ Keefe paintings do absolutely nothing for me. I do not feel oppressed or depressed and no longer have anything to say about the President.

I am not a poet. I do not like being called an “activist” because it takes away from those that are out on the streets protesting and fighting for our rights.

I am not a poet. I eat poultry and fish and suck way too much dick to be considered a vegetarian.

I am not a poet. I would most likely give my ass up in prison before trying to save it with poetry …and I’d like it! Heck, I’d probably be inspired.

I am not a poet. I may value peace but I will not simply use a pen to unleash my anger. I would fuck somebody up if I had to.

I am not a poet. I may have been abused and had a difficult life but I don’t want pity. I believe laughter and love heals.

I am not a poet. I am not dying. I write a lot about AIDS and how it has affected my life but, despite the rumors, I am not positive. Believe it or not, weight loss amongst sexually active gay men could still be a choice.

I am not a poet. I do not get Kerouac or honestly care much for Bukowski.

I am not a poet. I don’t spend my weekends reading and writing. I like to go out and party. I like to have a few cocktails but I do not have a drinking problem regardless of what borough, city or state I may wake up in.

I am not a poet. I don’t need drugs to open up my imagination. I’ve been a dealer and had a really bad habit but that was long before I started writing.

I am not a poet. I can seriously only tolerate about half an hour of spoken word before I start tuning out and thinking about my grocery list or what my cats are up to.

I am not a poet. I only do poetry events if I know there will be cute guys there and I always carry business cards.

I am not a poet according to the scholars and academics and Harold Bloom. I only write to masturbate my mind. After all, fucking yourself is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.

I am not a poet. I am only trying to get attention and convince myself that poetry can save lives when my words simply and proudly contribute to “the death of art.”

(VIA MANUEL GONZALEZ)

A minor incident, by Badly Drawn Boy

Fri, 04 May 2012 18:56:49 -0500

There’s nothing I could say to make you try to feel okay,
And nothing you could do to stop me feeling the way I do.
And if the chance should happen that I never see you again,
Just remember that I’ll always love you.

I’d be a better person on the other side I’m sure.
You’d find a way to help yourself,
And find another door.
To shrug off minor incidents,
And make us both feel proud.
I’d just wish I could be there to see you through.

You always were the one to make us stand out in a crowd,
Though every once upon a while your head was in a cloud.
There’s nothing you could never do to ever let me down,
And remember that I’ll always love you.

"Como ha afirmado John Rawls, la filosofía política no debe retirarse frente al conflicto político..."

Fri, 04 May 2012 17:53:17 -0500

“Como ha afirmado John Rawls, la filosofía política no debe retirarse frente al conflicto político que se define a partir del encuentro en el espacio público de las posiciones morales antitéticas en relación con la justicia y lo que significa una sociedad bien ordenada. Al contrario, la filosofía política tendría que sentar las bases para un entendimiento mutuo, a partir de una explicitación de las premisas morales implícitas en la discusión y una revisión profunda de la historia de las ideas políticas. De acuerdo con Rawls, en el contexto de la filosofía política, “el trabajo de abstracción se pone en movimiento por la existencia de profundos conflictos políticos. Sólo los ideólogos y los visionarios no logran sentir profundos conflictos de valores políticos y conflictos entre estos valores y los extrapolíticos. […] Volvemos la atención hacia la filosofía cuando nuestras concepciones políticas compartidas […] se derrumban, y también cuando estamos en conflicto con nosotros mismos. […] Por tanto, el trabajo de abstracción no es gratuito; no se hace abstracción por la abstracción misma. Es más bien una manera de proseguir la discusión pública cuando los acuerdos que se compartían sobre niveles menores de generalidad se han derrumbado.”

- John Rawls, Liberalismo político, México, Fondo de Cultura Económica, 1996.

Monsters and ghosts are real…

Fri, 04 May 2012 16:59:30 -0500

Monsters and ghosts are real…

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ladymossad: samnbk: uff. With memories…

Thu, 03 May 2012 21:53:04 -0500

ladymossad:

samnbk:

uff.

With memories…

Shanghai

Thu, 03 May 2012 21:52:45 -0500

Shanghai

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Thu, 03 May 2012 21:48:50 -0500

In Memoriam #DanielZamudio (1987-2012)

Thu, 03 May 2012 21:08:28 -0500

In Memoriam #DanielZamudio (1987-2012)

nevver: Should I check my email?

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 21:03:18 -0500

nevver:

Should I check my email?