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Jacket

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Round and deformed,

Its red being a challenge of fit.

First the back took up a while,

Its big b making it un-straight.

Then the front wouldn’t reach.

Try two acute unmatching halves to make sense.

No shoulders to hold,

The seams to connect front with rear.

Arms too short for sleeves to run along.

Sewing by hand,

The machine’s presser quite big.

The fabric thick,

Thus hems were a no roll.

And bias binding was the same,

A shame.

Ah but I hold a master’s degree,

I’m a mule, you see.

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Lunes de patchwork: SNS y escribir

Libros salvados

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Línea 102

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Perpleja,

Un error en pantalla.

Crítico, por demás.

Mi sitio, gagá.

¿Qué arreglar?

¿Dónde descargar?

¿El qué, debería preguntar?

¡Cpanel, ábrete sesámo!

La contraseña no es esa.

Verdadero hay que marcar el debug,

Y la línea 102 del plug-in…

¿Faltan líneas si solo encuentro 70?

Descomprimir el achivo zip…

¿En qué carpeta del archivo raíz?

¿No debería figurar,

Esta carpeta con la etiqueta “merriam”?

¿Por qué “público” PHP?

Desconcierto.

¡Instalado! Puff.

El sitio,

¡Operativo!

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Palabras

Un poema

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Apenas nada
Apenas cierto.
Claro como el cielo.

Helado sin prospectos.
Atorado en el esófago de aquello.
Un guisante en el desierto.

Diccionario escaso cuyas páginas en blanco esperan otro día.
Otro vistazo que alargue su vida.
Pintura derretida o pan de oro según decida.
No mi voluntad.
Sino tú vista.

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Varios

Interrupted

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Late at night?
Early at day?
What a ridiculous time, 3 am!
That's when he came.
Ate and went up to his lare.

Wake up time,
And the cat was nowhere.
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Cómo escribir ficción

Imperfecto e imposible de adaptar a la realidad

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Hablemos primero de “correlacionar” las palabras con la realidad. Resulta fallido porque nuestro conocimiento del mundo es, en sí mismo, imperfecto. Lo que resulta cierto en un sentido obvio cuando hablamos de  los axiomas de los terraplanistas o los devotos de otros delirios; pero lo es también de formas más interesantes.  El intento más impresionante de la humanidad por despejar los prejuicios y obtener la verdad es la tradición científica, empero no se puede asegurar que la ciencia tenga la palabra final y última de ningún tema.

THE BRIDGE AND THE RIVER Or The Ironies of Communication GRAHAM DUNSTAN MARTIN French, Edinburgh

Empezamos con la noción de que la ciencia no lo explica todo. No puede explicarlo todo porque no lo ha encontrado todo. En segundo lugar, está la realidad imaginada por venir. No solo los nuevos hechos que aún no se descubren pero las nuevas ideas que la filosofía y la ley inventen; lo que cambia nuestra relación con las palabras y el mundo que ya estaba allí.

¿Cómo buscas darle nueva forma al mundo con tu ficción? Pasto kalo.

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How to write fiction

HEROPHOBIC CULTURES

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Here and there in my travels I learned that some cultures are not entirely comfortable with the term «hero» to begin with. Australia and Germany are two cultures that seem slightly «herophobic.»

THE WRITER’S JOURNEY ~ THIRD EDITION. Christopher Vogler. Published by Michael Wiese Productions

More than societies being herophobic, I’d like to point out they have realized imagined realities can be misused.  They can be manipulated for governments to push people to go war. Wars in which the only sense is the ego of the fill in the blank with the leader of turn’s title. Too much for spending time in a trench or murdering kids and terrorists by pressing a button. Or too much to blindly go following certain idealisms such as genocide in order to have a proper order of things [ I know… what’s the proper order of things that allows such ideas[1]?]. 

Societies can also realize a single individual can’t be responsible for the actions of many. It was Mahatma Gandhi who came up with the idea of doing things being responsible of what he did himself and only of the things he did himself[2]. Indeed, the author explains Aussies prefer the not so trustable, ethereal hero; since they realized the English had them fighting their battles by using the word “hero”.  I think they have learned cooperation works better. Of course there’s still the need for that one single manager but they know the manager alone can’t do much.

Narrative is not just a hero and their journey. Narrative is minding the imagined reality to make humans feel purposeful and cooperative. It is about making up what’s not there to have us not killing the neighbour. It’s imaginative and varied and truly strange.

Perhaps it is time to imagine something new. Have fun trying. Pasto kalo.


[1] Nonetheless, these ideologies happened and still happen.

[2] Reference to Diana Uribe’s podcasts… don’t ask which.

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Bastards

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No idea why,

Some come to life.

They’re weeds through concrete.

One day a crack,

The next, green by.



Some blossom by hearing news.

Crude gossip,

They persevere without context.



Cockroaches,

They survive the garbage bin.

Pencil scratch,

They fatten-thrill.

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License

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Step on gas,

Go slow or turn.

I don’t get this deal of drive.

It ain’t relaxing at all!



All times,

Your eyes can’t wander to sight,

The stores or the skies.

Left and right,

The mirror above,

Nothing you can’t distract from.



Mind your speed,

The car in front says “taxi”.

They’re a nuisance.

Drive better than I.

Which is why,

They bully the rest,

and cut ahead line.



Oh,

And if there’s a space,

It’s me who messes life.

All not to go,

Over there a hundred metres further tough.

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Drinks up!

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Silent there is,
But oh what joy in it.
Thinking about,
I can recall I miss.
And then,
Whimsy play,
A little bit of me.
Send across.