“I sit here before my computer, Amiguita, my altar on top of the monitor with the Virgen de Coatlalopeuh candle and copal incense burning. My companion, a wooden serpent staff with feathers, is to my right while I ponder the ways metaphor and symbol concretize the spirit and etherealize the body. The Writing is my whole life, it is my obsession. This vampire which is my talent does not suffer other suitors. Daily I court it, offer my neck to its teeth. This is the sacrifice that the act of creation requires, a blood sacrifice. For only through the body, through the pulling of flesh, can the human soul be transformed. And for images, words, stories to have this transformative power, they must arise from the human body--flesh and bone--and from the Earth's body--stone, sky, liquid, soil. This work, these images, piercing tongue or ear lobes with cactus needle, are my offerings, are my Aztecan blood sacrifices.” ― Gloria E. Anzaldúa, Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza

Sunday, September 15, 2013

"O faithless and perverse generation"

 I woke up "late" today, but I think I needed the rest. It's nearing the afternoon.

I crash around this part of the week; I mean, after a weekly routine of waking up at 6:00 am by an alarm clock, leaping out of bed like a horse from a starting line, taking a whiz, dressing up, brushing my teeth, washing my face, force-feeding (because I need to eat something), rushing out to fight traffic to get to a place where essentially I (you) make lots of money for somebody else and are asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so, how in the hell would anyone enjoy a "good" morning?


Reference:
Charles Bukowski, Factotum (1975)
George Lucas, Star Wars: Return of the Jedi (1983)
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